Yesterday I came back from a long weekend in Barcelona (more on that soon) but just wanted to share the news that...
...my novel has been sold to Germany! My German publisher has also published Sophie Kinsella and Helen Fielding and I am utterly, utterly delighted!
My agent rang me to tell me the news while I was on the train back from London last night and it was all I could do not to squeal (I always talk very, very quietly when talking on my mobile on the train but it's VERY hard to do that when you're very excited!). I nearly nearly shared my news with the guy sitting next to me but he seemed very engrossed in his novel and besides, I'm far too British to do something like that!
I still feel like I'm living in a dream.
There's a part of me that feels like, at any second, someone is going to shake me hard, pop a pill in my mouth and tell me that I'm actually sitting in a psychiatric hospital having delusions about becoming a published author!
"Now don't be so silly, Miss Calistro," they'd say. "None of it is real. It's all in your head."
But it's not.
In other news I finally got to speak to my UK editor! It was a really, really short phone call (under 2 minutes) as she was on her way to a meeting but she said lots of lovely things - like how she was very happy to be my editor and that she was very much looking to meeting me! A couple of hours later she sent me an email saying more lovely things and now it's official...later this month, we (my agent and I) are going to my publisher's offices to meeting the team, drink champagne (!!!), have a quick meeting and then we'll be taken out to lunch.
I'm scared and excited. I'm nervous and delighted. I'm definitely more than a bit wobbly. But the one thing that's playing on my mind more than anything else is...
...what the hell do I wear?!