It's another writing-related anniversary for me today. A year ago, I was in London, meeting my publisher for the first time. Afterwards, they asked me if I'd like to write a post about it for their Talk About Random blog - my first blog post anywhere, ever! To celebrate (and because my deadline for book 2 is looming ever closer!) I'm re-posting it here. You can see the original post here.
Train tickets: check. Note of tube stops so I don’t get hopelessly
lost and end up wandering the London Underground for days, weeping and
begging strangers for help: check. Email from my publisher inviting me
out for lunch so they can meet me and talk about my book: ch–
Hang on. What? I have a publisher?
Every time I think about it, I have to pinch myself. My novel, ACID, a
dystopian thriller for young adults, is based on a story a friend of
mine and I challenged each other to write when we were fourteen.
Although I didn’t get much past the first ten pages, the idea – someone
breaking out of a prison and going on the run from a corrupt police
force who want to silence them forever – never left me. Two years ago,
after having a near-miss trying to get my first young adult novel
published, I came back to the idea. Several drafts later, my agent,
Carolyn Whitaker at London Independent Books, started sending it out.
And Random House Children’s Books said YES!
I have to admit, when they invited me down to London for lunch, I was
nervous. This was an important occasion; I had to make a good
impression. Cue frantic booking of haircut and raiding of wardrobe for
Two weeks later, the big day arrived. I met up with Carolyn in her
lovely book-lined office and then we made our way to the RHCB offices
where we were greeted by my editor Jess, Commissioning Editor Ruth and
digital wizard Emil. It was both exciting and surreal
to hear everyone being so enthusiastic about my book – the book I wrote
on my dented laptop in spare bits of time between work and dog walks and
everything else – and they were so lovely that by the time we headed
out for lunch, I forgot I’d ever been nervous. Over steak and chips, we
chatted about books and dogs and holidays, I met Fiction Publisher Annie
and even found myself agreeing to get on Twitter (you can find me at
@EmmaPass). And that evening, when I
got back to my sister’s house, where I was staying overnight, she’d
made cinnamon whirls. It was the perfect end to a brilliant day.
Now I’m back home, waiting for my first editorial letter, the next
step in my journey towards becoming a for-real published author. So I
guess this really is happening… especially now Carolyn’s told my contracts have arrived. I still have to pinch myself from sometimes, though!