I decided that, in the spirit of joining hands with the authors I work with, I'd create my own little world. Some might say that I already exist in my own little world but there you go. So, welcome to Editoriania. It's a bit of an overstatement in vowels, but I grew up with a last name that was its own overstatement in vowels, so I guess it's what makes me feel most at home.
Tomorrow, I begin another new adventure. For the first time in over twenty years, I got myself a passport and I'm flying out of my comfort zone (southern Ontario) and heading out to Bologna, Italy to attend THE children's international book fair. I'm pretty excited, if a bit nervous. Last time I flew to a foreign destination, it was to Puerto Rico just after Hurricane Juan hit. I went as a member of the Canadian Guitar Ensemble to play in a guitar festival (in between drinking lots of rum-and-cokes and body surfing in absolutely insane, post-hurricane, ten-foot waves) with a bunch of university students who alternated between playing Rodrigo and Van Halen. This time, I am going ALONE as a representative of Fitzhenry & Whiteside to hawk foreign rights in between very small glasses of red wine and copious cups of espresso, God willing.
Tomorrow, I will send four books to the printers (again, God willing), kiss the kids and the hubby goodbye, and hope no-one burns the house down or kills the pets while I'm away.
OK, maybe the dog can go.
But that's another story for another day.