Tomorrow....

....is the start of many new things for me.

For one, can you believe I've only about 43 days left to go before POSSUM SUMMER is out in the wild?

It's freakin' insane.

And to celebrate my darling, lovely book, one I've thought about and worked on for a VERY long time (over 20 years?) I'm throwing a hefty tour -

The people who are graciously having me visit their blogs are in for a hefty surprise. Miss P stuck her head in - and has added a certain ... spice ... to the blog goings-on.

I think you'll like it. I know we've had fun putting it together.

Since that will be very exciting and time consuming for the next couple months, I'll wait to unveil the next big thing until my release day.

But believe you me: it is BIG. BIG BIG BIG. Think over 50,000 big. Think like universe big. It's the result of over a year's planning, my publisher taking part, my agent holding my hand, and my husband offering me mead after hearing all the plans.

Heh.

We are talking extremely large.

And you'll all find out first!

Woot!!

Why look what came in the mail today!!

Zombieland

Thoughts at six am on a Thursday:

1. I always thought teething kind of went quick!? NO??!!?? WHY the heck NOT? It's not fair to me or Loki, universe! Stop it already!

2. My editor sent me a sales catalogue. With Possum Summer in it. Is it wrong of me to want to frame it?

3. I'm preparing all kinds of marketing stuff. It's intense! And mostly fun. Just waiting for the results to show up in my hot little hands now.

4. I gave my book to a trusted individual the other day for her to read and review in advance. Then I realized just maybe I wasn't as ready as I thought I was for other people to read it. (she called it beautiful, tho! Woot!)

5. My kid can crawl, sit up, clap her hands, stick her tongue out, and sing the star spangled banner. (kidding about that last bit.) so why NOT the teeth, for crying out loud?

6. I have a super cool blog tour coming up. It is so neat. Hint: P decides to take part. With sometimes disastrous results.

7. Really. Teeth.

8. I have discovered the feelings of 'not good enough' never go away, book deal or no.

That's me. How about you?

IT IS COMING ...

This:

is coming - very soon - to celebrate this:

Prepare to handle the coolness.

:-D

Brought to you from the hospital

I'm trying to keep positive here! They said the surgery was a success, and it will take a while for it to be better. So we are staying with the grandparents, which suits Loki just FINE.

She will be quite the attention diva when we go, finally.

I hope your view is nicer than mine::


I testing my blog service fro the iPhone. Hope this works!!

Broken bones suck.

I'm writing this as a quick update for you all - if anyone still reads! ACK, I suck and am a bad blogger!

On the 30th I was out for a walk with my family, slipped on the ice and somehow found myself with a completely shattered lower right leg. Like in three places. With splinters, and free floating parts, and stuff. The grossest thing? Whenever I move it, I feel the pieces rattle together. And since it took forever for the ambulance to get there, it was too swollen for a proper surgery right away.

Which meant I've had a broken leg *healing without being correctly set* until today. Tomorrow, actually, when I go into the hospital to (presumably) have it all rebroken, reset with screws, and plates, and outside things that make me queasy and shall turn me into a cyborg.

Needless to say this has not been easy, as Loki cannot look after herself (no matter how brilliant she is) and the hubs has to work. SO we're all camped out at the grandparents who have admirably risen to the challenge of a 10 month old and an incredibly crabby writer (who is in too much pain to concentrate and write) the last 10 days.

But Tuesday, it shall be all better. I've downloaded a new app for the iPhone that says it will allow me to blog from my German Hospital Room! We'll see, says I.

But also? There is some coolness. Galleys are here, and the lovely Cindy Pon took a picture of my book cover at ALA MidWinter 2011: (upper right)

If you think about me, don't bother with the healing vibes BS. Send me some pain pills so I can just freaking write. I think I'm going mad.