The plan: Eve and I were to meet at Robin’s for a night of brainstorming through the story and characters of my second novel.
What happened: I went with Robin to pick up her son at pre-school. Upon returning to Robin’s house, my wife called from our house. “You just got a package from Penguin!” I told her to open it, which she did immediately. Then she started screaming and almost hyperventilating and I told her to calm down because I wasn't fluent in Dolphin. The Advance Reading Copies of Thirteen Reasons Why had arrived! Then my wife turned to the dedication page and started crying (which made her even harder to understand). Even though our house was forty-five minutes away, she really wanted us to see them immediately so she drove on up and we all became ARC-ologists.
Right now, even though I’m not a fan of clichés, I honestly feel like a sponge. I’m making sure to soak up every emotion a first time novelist is allowed to experience. And Razorbill did such a cool job designing the front and back covers, the spine, and the chapter headings that I…well…my sponge overfloweth with emotions.
When I finally left Robin’s at 11:30pm, I was so ecstatic that even getting pulled over by the police couldn’t bring me down.