My new credo:
Found by Jim on the side of a phone box in Parliament Square.
We're back from a fabulous and BRIEF trip to London, and I have this to say:
London = amazing. I honestly don't know why I haven't given it much thought in the past however many years. I'd been as a teenager and loved it, but when I travel-daydreamed, I just didn't really think of it. But . . . we loved it. So much. Before we'd even seen any of it, we loved it. Before we even stepped out of the car, and had yet seen nothing of particular grandeur. Just a beautiful street that the driver said was "dangerous," and a church that, when I asked what it was, he shrugged and said, "Just a church." *blanch.* Here, "just churches" don't come like that!
The beauty, the extreme . . . grandeur . . . (I repeat myself from sheer flummoxedness) even of the ordinary things are enough to make you stop in your paces. And then you see Parliament. Ha ha. Flummox away.
We are scheming our way back for a more substantial exploration. Right here, on our first day, we are already scheming. And also pretending to pose for an album cover.
|photo by my awesome friend Lori, on whom more later|
We loved it. Love.
And I have to admit that London had a bit of help. It wasn't just its Londonness that made me love it so much. It was a particular group of people at the publishing house of Hodder & Stoughton that made the experience so extraordinary. Honestly, they could make a visit to the Emirate of Armpit special!
Last spring, when my agent Jane Putch was shopping the manuscript of Daughter of Smoke and Bone to publishers, she held back the UK/Commonwealth rights. (One of the many things an agent negotiates is which rights are being purchased; my previous books had all sold World Rights, meaning it's up to the publisher's rights department to sell any foreign rights. In this case, Jane wanted to sell UK/Commonwealth herself.) Well, I didn't think too much of it, as I don't know anything about that sort of business strategy. None of my previous books have been published in the UK, so I guess I thought it would be like it has been with my other few foreign publications: I would hear and know nothing apart from getting an edition in the mail (maybe) well down the road.
It has not been like that. It has been . . . awesome. A doubling of the awesomeness of the whole Daughter of Smoke and Bone experience so far.
(On a side note, Clementine has begun to say "awesome" in exactly my inflection, leading me to realize I use this word a lot. But that's not so bad, right? It's better than if she were repeating misery or dyspepsia* :-)
My next whole post will be about Hodder and the reason they invited me out to London. For now, just a peek. Remember how I had to take my measurements last week? Well . . .
WHAT is going on HERE?
To be revealed . . .
*dyspepsia - "deranged digestion." Isn't that an image?