Monday, January 20, 2014

Anthology Deal!

Hiyawww. I completely forget to tell you this: a while back I met an awesome author named April Tucholke, and she's the anthologist for a new creepy story collection coming out from Dial / Penguin in 2015, and I'm writing a story for it! 

I don't know if I'm allowed to say what my story is about yet. So I won't. But there are a bunch of awesome authors in it, including NYT bestsellers like Marie Lu, Leigh Bardugo, Kendare Blake, etc., and I'm SO honored to be a part of it.

All the fireworks.
 Here's the announcement in Publishers Weekly. I'm essited. :)

Friday, January 10, 2014

London Advenshah!

So, guess who didn't actually take that many pictures while in London. I made a valiant attempt, though. I have pictures of food, and a puddle, so the essence of the city has been captured, I feel.

Just kiddinnnng I love you, London. :D

I had such a good time. Met good friends, ate good food, saw good art, drank good tea. . . On the first day, Emma Trevayne and I met at Trafalgar Square and we went around the city and had tea and visited an art gallery. After that I met some dear old friends who live in London or within a few hours of it, and the rest if the trip was kind of a whirlwind of walking billions of miles to museums and restaurants because I kept insisting that walking is healthy and taking the tube would be boring. And that's when pictures became very few and far between. But whatever. We had a lot of jabbering to do.

Let's start off with a lovely, appetizing photo of the pink cheese that was served on the flight over. I don't know why the cheese is pink. I don't know what that brown goopy stuff is. Culinary delights, clearly.

Emma's book looking snazzy on the Staff Picks shelf at Foyle's.

The Puddle.

Proper hamburgers. This is London after all. Ent nobadeh wanna eat improper hamburgers.

Cakes at Harrods. Emma was like, "Staaahp, don't look, we're having tea in half an hour."

More sweets at Harrods. I don't know what any of that is, and I've learned to be suspicious of English pastries (*cough* kidney pie) but I'd eat these.

That clock says it's tea time.

Tea options. They were: Strawberries and Cream, Peppermint Chocolate Chip, Apple Pie, and Something Else I Can't Recall. (This is the Mad Hatter Tea at Sanderson's, by the way. If you're in London, you should go, it's so much fun.)

The sugarbox had a small person inside it.

The menu was hidden inside an old book.
The tea is herrrrre!
It was good tea.

Really good tea.

Like, I don't even like tea normally, but I liked this.

The cakes. That clock one was strawberry shortcake, I think. The stripy colorful things was amazinnnng. The colored part is white chocolate, and inside was some sort of mousse with what looked like an egg yolk in the middle. The chcolate cups were filled with green tea mousse.

Strawberry marshmallow mushrooms.

Leetle sandwiches and quiches.

Leetle bottles with layers of flavors in them.
And then I got no pictures for a very long time, until I had met up with the London friends and we were walking toward Mayfair, and it had started to rain.


Horses in Hyde Park. Friend was like, "That totally maybe is the king of England or something." Or something, totally. Maybe.

The Wallace Collection. Caitlin recommended we go here, and she's the best, because this museum is fantastic and I would never have heard of it otherwise.

It's a Skittles milkshake. I was like "Ahhhh." And then I didn't buy it, and I kind of regret that now, because I think it would have been memorably disgusting, and NOW I WILL NEVER KNOW.
I did buy the Cadbury Creme Eggs, though. I've been wanting to try these forever, and now I finally have, and these are memorably disgusting, seriously. They're like eating globs of frosting. Cadbury Caramel Eggs, on the other hand, are really good.

On the way back it got sunny and nice, and there was Buckingham Palace.

And then we had sammiches at some ridiculous hour when most places were closed.
And then I came home and school started again! And my editor read my next boooook! I was bracing myself for literally anything, including being assassinated by HarperCollins ninjas, which I assume is what happens when you write a book under contract and then your editor doesn't like it. But she did like it, and sent the coolest email, and I died of relief, and so thus far 2014 has been great. For you, too, I hope. Bye. :)