I don’t even know how to write this entry.
I never thought this would happen. I remember telling Carrie Vaughn a couple of years ago that this was not something that could possibly happen to me, considering what I write. The story this tells is an amazing one, and I can’t believe I’m living in it.
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making debuted at number 8 on the New York Times Bestseller List.
That icon was me all day, except with more crying and calling my parents and
I still have no coherentness. I am a third grade girl who just got the best pony ever for her birthday. That’s how loud I screamed when I got the call. In the middle of a restaurant.
I am just so grateful. To all my citizens of Fairyland who had faith in me and this book. I keep dorkily thinking of the line from Babylon 5: Faith Manages. Oh, how it does. Thank you, all of you, thank you so much.
I wish I could hug everyone. I will do some straight-up hugpunking gleebouncing at Powell’s tonight. Until then, I’m sorry I haven’t been posting–I’ve barely had a moment to breathe on the road. Prize winners will be drawn tomorrow.
Sometimes, just sometimes, the world is made of magic and we land in the right timeline.
Fine print: the deal is that in order to stay on the list it has to sell as many copies this week–so if you were thinking of buying one, now would be an awesome time.