My agent, Laurie Abkemeier, sold the book I wrote. I'm still reeling.My sister Rachel summed it up when she said, "Liz, you're going to have a REAL book."
In honor of such a huge announcement I thought it appropriate to revisit the "Monkey Face" picture. Not because it's related to the news. It's just funny. And Matt may or may not have caught me trying to reenact said Monkey Face in the mirror last week. I blamed it on my hormones.
So what's it about? The announcement went out yesterday and said this:
"Mabel's House blogger Elizabeth Owen's WHO STOLE MY GREEN GABLES? A Tale of Friendship and Faith -- and Learning to Love What You Have, a humorous memoir about what happens when the quest for domestic perfection meets reality, and comedy meets tragedy in the form of a best friend with cancer, to Mary Norris at Skirt, at auction, by Laurie Abkemeier at DeFiore and Company (world English)."
Anyone that's read my blog for the past few years knows about Angela. And yes, she's a central part of this book. I wanted to write a book that would make you laugh. I wanted to write a book that would make her proud. I wanted to write about losing her in a way that would leave a reader smiling and feeling hopeful, not sad. I hope you'll like it.
So that's my news. I'll keep you posted as the process gets started and let you know the release date (which will be at least a year). In the mean time, I'm going to search the house for my smelling salts. Or more realistically, pregnant-friendly Tylenol.
I've got edit brainstorming to do. But life is distracting. Like watching TV. Waiting to feel tiny baby butterfly kicks. Planning Christmas gifts. Plotting nursery ideas. Trying to find a black maternity dress for a wedding. Admiring the crisscross patterns the late afternoon sun makes across the floor.
And then when I finally do make it into my office to do some work, there's that pesky problem of Christmas movies stacked on the book case, conveniently within reaching distance. It's a big toss up when you think, "Hmmm, writing, or Christmas in Connecticut?" Sigh. I'll put nose to grindstone very soon. Just as soon as I move all those movies into the den.