I have nothing but rambles in my head right now. Like brambles in that they are tangled and thorny, but hopefully they aren’t out to get me. I did get snagged by a bramble (a rosebush) in the garden today, right across my arm–apropos of nothing. But I have thorns on my brain, with The Castle Behind Thorns getting all pumped for its life in the world.
It’s weird for readers, I think, to hear that there’s a book they won’t see for 10 months or more that is all but completely done and finished lurking somewhere in the world. It’s weird to me, too, never fear.
There is still some book-production stuff to do between now and then–galleys and then the checking of the galleys, and tweaking the cover art and the cover copy, and of course the printing.
But almost everything else that happens is not production; we are now in the long season of PR, marketing, and all that kind of stuff, most of which I will not see or hear about except in the most obvious and tangible of ways (“look at this nice ad we did, Merrie”), when in fact, the least obvious and tangible ways to the writer are probably the most effective and the most necessary (and if I knew what those were, beyond vaguely waving my hand toward the nearest school or library and saying, “You know. Library and school marketing,” I would totally tell you.)
One other bramble/ramble:
The Princess Curse did not win the Mythopoeic Fantasy Award for Children’s Literature (please note that NOT, it’s the important part). I cannot be sad that Sarah Beth Durst’s Vessel took the honor, though; that was easily one of the very best books I read last year, one that brought me to tears in the opening chapters and made the woman on the elliptical trainer next to me think I was having an asthma attack because I was crying. (I made sure to read the rest of the book in private.)
So, congratulations to Sarah! And you know what? That whole “honor to be nominated” thing? Is solid truth. It really is.