Yesterday was an incredible day. It started with a visit to Jenny Meyer's office. She's my overseas agent. I liked her right away. She'll be traveling to the London book fair this April. I wish I could go!
Afterwards, my agent Michelle Brower (gray dress) and I went to lunch at a nice Italian restaurant. We talked about the publication of my upcoming novel and about a million other things. I felt like I'd known her for ages. We both feel like this partnership is meant to be. After lunch, we grabbed the train back uptown.
Later in the day, I met Michelle at Random House, which is INCREDIBLE. We had to give our names and show identification to get security passes to go upstairs. It was pretty cool. The lobby is a place I need to linger. There are first editions from floor to ceiling. I'm like, "I have that book and that book and that book." (Not first editions...) Wow! It's awesome. Upstairs we met Sarah Knight (big smile, beige sweater) and her assistant Christine Kopprasch. They were wonderfully complimentary about THE HANDBOOK FOR LIGHTNING STRIKE SURVIVORS. It was nearly five o'clock on a Friday, so I didn't have the opportunity to meet Shaye Areheart or the marketing crew, but I met Kira (sp) from publicity and learned the difference between marketing and publicity. (Marketing is about selling the book to bookstores and publicity is about getting buyers into those bookstores and selling books.) I feel like I'm in good hands all the way around.
Sarah showed me and Michelle the Random House conference rooms with an incredible view of the Hudson River. She'll be pitching my book in this intimidating room. Not that she'll be intimidated. She is awesome.
I had the opportunity to select some Harmony and Shaye Areheart books to carry home, which was like being a kid in a candy shop because I could've picked twenty books, but restrained myself, choosing a biography of Cary Grant by Marc Eliot, THE THIRD ANGEL by Alice Hoffman (what wonderful company I'm in...), and THE GRIFT by Debra Ginsberg (It's an awesome cover!) Shaye Areheart has the best art department. I've never seen better covers. I can't wait to see what they come up with for THE HANDBOOK FOR LIGHTNING STRIKE SURVIVORS.
After all that excitement, Sarah Knight took me to drinks at Cognac, a French restaurant across the street. We had a wonderful time with great conversation, yummy wine and cheese. I was reassured that the novel is in competent hands yet again as Sarah told me how much she loved THE HANDBOOK FOR LIGHTNING STRIKE SURVIVORS, and that her second read, the editorial read, only solidified her belief that this novel needs to be published and read. (My mom's been saying the same thing for years. :-))
After a couple hours, Christopher and Danny met us at the restaurant, promptly driving the diners near us to another table.
It was a big day. I'm happy that I came to New York and met Michelle and Sarah. I plan to return when the weather's a bit warmer; to linger in the Random House lobby and meet Wendy Sherman and Shaye Areheart.
Today is going to be even more fun. Brigitte is in New York. We hope to meet at the public library where she's going to take notes on Sylvia Plath's personal copy of T. S. Eliot's "Four Quartets." xoxox
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Like his dad, Christopher is a natural at taking good pictures. New York is a different experience with a child. My editor Sarah asked, "So, what did you guys do last night?"
"Not very much."
Last night, we were going to venture from midtown to the village, but Christopher was cold, and it was after eight o'clock, so we came back to the hotel. First, we had a fun dancing experience waiting for the train. (Christopher has boycotted all pictures, but know that he danced and danced to the drums.)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
So, we went to Tavern on the Green for an afternoon cocktail; Christopher brought his own vendor pretzel as a snack, and I was so concerned that he would spill his water, I spilled my wine reaching for his glass. Afterwards, we went on a horse-drawn carriage ride around the lake and Strawberry Fields and saw the Dakota Building where John Lennon lived. The cabby's daughter is also a writer. We had a blast. The horse was beautiful.
We made it. We had a super great flight. Forty-five minutes in the air. Bumpy going up and coming down, but perfect. Our hotel is very cool. Check it out: There's a TV in the bathroom. We're staying on W. 77th and Broadway. Tomorrow is my busy day: meetings the overseas agent, lunch with my agent and drinks with my editor. I'm excited to meet everyone face to face. And I'm particularly excited to see the Random House Building. Hopefully, I'll have lots more pictures to post. This hotel is called On the Ave. So far, very nice, very roomy; the bad news is they have a sensor connected to the mini fridge and every time Christopher picks something up from the top, it registers a purchase. We'll have to check that bill closely. He's already eaten a pricey bag of peanut M & Ms. Love to everyone. Hope you'll comment on our shenanigans. We're off to have fun. xoxoxo michele
Monday, February 16, 2009
We marked Christopher's height on his grow stick today. He's grown about four inches since July. When people say, "Kids grow up too fast," it's not a cliche. He amazes me. He has this huge vocabulary, and this wide-eyed wonder and awe and sweetness. He's passionate, sensitive and kind, and it's still hard for me to believe that I have such a charming and sweet little boy. When his friends were leaving our house this evening, he said, "Wait, I have to tell you something..." (This is standard.) He told our friend Marie, "I love you," and wrapped his arms around her knees. She's a tall drink of water. :-) He is so innocent. I worry about the world hurting him and turning him into a cynic, but I know that I have to enjoy NOW, and not worry about what's to come: Que sera, sera. In my novel, Buckley's mother calls him "her joy." When I wrote the first hundred drafts of THE HANDBOOK FOR LIGHTNING STRIKE SURVIVORS, I didn't have a son. Now that I do, it seems like Abigail and Buckley Pitank foreshadowed my own experience (in a small way). Christopher is my joy. It's incredible to experience life through the eyes of a child.