I am home. I am alive! I slept all day. I will work all night.
Have I told you lately how much I love my job? I love my job. I love that I get to write books that my brain makes up. I love that I get to go and hang with teenagers and teachers and awesome librarians.
I have to give a very loud shout out to the Chandler, AZ librarians who were kind enough to have me as their speaker on Columbus Day and who were then kind enough to tell me how much I rocked after I told them my deepest secrets. You guys totally made my day. And you, Tim Loge, rock the universe for hooking me up with your fellow Chandler librarians.
The other thing about the red-eye. Made me crazy emotional. Or maybe it was the star treatment I got from the Arizona crew and our pedicure fun yesterday...and having to leave them behind. Or maybe it's the really nostalgic Police album that Mr. King is playing in the kitchen right now as he makes my favorite meal as a coming-home present. But when I read this review of EVERYBODY SEES THE ANTS, I cried.
The ladies at Forever YA are awesometastic anyway and I'd have thought that if they didn't dig my book...but dude, that's some review. Dude, THAT IS SOME REVIEW.
Every once in a while, I meet a book, and it changes my life. It might be in little ways, or it might be a mind-bomb that completely blows my whole perspective wide open. Either way, it changes me forever. This book did that. It reminded me not only of who I am, but who I want to be.Look, as authors we have to be all professional and pretend like we don't love the creations we make. We have to deal with those ugly comments people will make because they didn't like or get our books...or even personal attacks based on their own weird ideas of what our books should have been...if they had written them instead of us. But seriously, part of writing books is heart. Our hearts go in there. And when someone writes a review that gets the book (like many I've posted here this week) and then has their own personal connection with it because they care deeply about similar issues as I do? I'm sorry, but the Vulcan act stops and I cry.
Because it means I did my job well.
Then I checked my email and...
When two high school V-warriors write to me to tell me that I'm a hero because I wrote a book about teenage feminism? That's tears, folks. (Especially when somewhere else in the world, misguided people might think that feminism is only for middle-aged women from the 70s and not them.)
RANDOM MEMO: Feminism is for all of us. All it means is that we value our girls and we teach our girls to value themselves. And it means we help other girls who can't do this for themselves. Anyone who tells you different needs to Google, okay?
Lori from Pure Imagination wrote a great review today also...more tears. (Seriously...I have to avoid red-eye flights. My rep is going to fall with all these tears.)
King has a style that is completely different than any other YA author out there. It's strange and quirky. It's poignant and heartbreaking.I will be back later tonight or this week with more Arizona thoughts and some pictures. For now, I have to eat APPLE SAUSAGE, YO. But I just had to link you and admit that the Vulcan cried.