A week ago I got a message on my answering machine from the Iowa SCBWI Regional Advisor. She said she’d called the Peachtree office to see if they had an editor (preferably one who did novels) who might be willing to come to our conference, but she couldn’t remember who my editor was…she said I didn’t need to call her back; she was mainly just giving me a heads up in case I heard anything from Peachtree.
I certainly didn’t expect to hear anything from Peachtree…I wasn’t the one who’d called the office. I didn’t expect the invitation to get to MY editor since my editor doesn’t actually work in the office. And I certainly didn’t think the R.A. was talking about THIS conference (the one in APRIL!); I figured she was planning ahead for the next one, whenever that was going to be.
Wrong. Wrong. And wrong again.
The R.A. was indeed talking about this next conference…the one in April. The invitation DID make it to my editor…she’s coming! AND…she and I are going to do a session on the author-editor relationship together! Which is exciting in a terrifying sort of way (or would that be terrifying in an exciting sort of way?) I suggested to my editor that we just sort of skip the whole get-up-in-front-of-the-audience thing and go share a bottle of wine instead (I know, I know…I’m a BAD toastmaster for even thinking such a thing, much less actually suggesting it). At least I’ve met her before (twice, as a matter of fact), so I don’t have to stress about the whole what’s-she-going-to-be-like-in-person thing…I only have to stress about the actual presentation (why is it I have no problem at all with a school visit…but getting up in front grown-ups still scares me? Must have something to do with my mental age…) Seriously though, I’m sure it’ll be fun. Author-editor combo presentations always used to be my favorite presentations to listen to…now I actually get to do one.
But if I don’t have this Monkey Man sequel done by then, things are going to be VERY uncomfortable for one of us that weekend.