Currently reading: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
Wrestling the whale is my term for revision.
Because that is what it is.
It is so big. You can’t get your arms around it. But you jump in the pool anyway and try to dodge the slaps from its flippy flippers.
I think the inspiration from this phrase likely came from a time years ago when we were eighteen and graduated from high school and all went on a long, overnight bus trip to Disneyland/Sea World and my friend Krista bought a big inflatable Shamu and when we were tired on the drive home she put it in the bus aisle as a mattress and then tried to sleep. It didn’t work so whale. HA!
So all this week I am wrestling the whale. This is the longest book I’ve ever written (400 pages! What is up with that?). Good times.
Have you heard of this writing conference? Great price, great presenters. I hope to be a part of it someday when I grow up. Or maybe next year, when MATCHED is actually out! They’re having a great auction for charity that night and Penguin was kind enough to donate an ARC of MATCHED, so that will be just one of many items available.
I’m doing a book signing in August (click the Events page for more details). There won’t be any copies of MATCHED there, but my other books should be available, and I always like going to the BYU Bookstore. I worked there for several years in college for the best boss ever, George Satteson. And everyone there is so nice.
And, finally, the biggest news of all. The potty-training was a success. I am living in a land of rainbows and gumdrops and shiny things and now have only one child in diapers.