Based on Daniel José Older‘s and Rose Fox‘s awards eligibility posts, I thought I’d put up my own. This is new to me. I’m a little self-conscious about it–this kind of post seems much more common in the SF world than the YA world–and I feel like I have to make some obligatory dubious statement about my odds. I don’t see the point in being down on myself like that, though. I’m proud of the work I put out. I sincerely hope you enjoy it, too, and that you’ll consider it if you vote in any of these awards.
I had two publications in 2014, my first novel and my first novella.
Otherbound (Abrams Books) is a young adult fantasy novel about a boy from our world who sees through the eyes of a girl from another world with every blink. Read it if you like alternate worlds, mind possession, queer/PoC/disabled main characters, and discussion of bodily autonomy, agency, and consent. People call it “nuanced” a lot; I like these people. Take a look at the reviews.
Otherbound is eligible in the “novel” category for:
▸ Andre Norton Award
▸ Nebula Award
▸ Hugo Award
▸ Locus Award (specific categories: young adult book, fantasy novel, first novel)
And some non-public-vote-y awards: the Tiptree Award, World Fantasy Award, Lambda Literary Award, and ALA/YALSA Awards (specifically: Morris, Printz, Stonewall, Schneider, BFYA, Rainbow List).
“The Masks of Sigma City” (in the Superpow anthology by the Red Penny Papers) is a novella set in the made-up desert town of Sigma City in 1950s America, about a closeted lesbian superheroine going up against her city’s local superhero team. Read it if you like noir, superpowers, pulp, and lesbians in dire need of a hug. It only just released as an ebook, and a paper edition is forthcoming; there are no reviews as of yet.
“The Masks of Sigma City” is eligible in the “novella” category for:
▸ Nebula Award
▸ Hugo Award
▸ Locus Award
▸ World Fantasy Award
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The last time I updated this blog was precisely five months ago. I thought it was time for an update, even though I’ve long given up on actively maintaining this blog. See the text in the sidebar for my current policy:
This blog is less of an active writer blog and more of a home base, featuring largely publishing-related announcements and links to her activity elsewhere on the net. Proper content only when the mood strikes her. You should probably just follow her on Twitter.
Still, a lot has happened these months, so let me just go through these events in whirlwind format and semi-chronological order:
PRAISE: Otherbound ended up with no less than four starred reviews, as well as positive reviews from SFX Magazine and Locus Magazine. It appeared on summer reading lists from the Boston Globe, LA Times, and xoJane, was a Book of the Week from Publishers Weekly, a Mover & Shaker at Goodreads, and was included in no less than two Kirkus lists–9 Unforgettable Teen Page Turners and 11 Great Debut Novels.
PUBLICATION: Otherbound came out! In actual stores! I walked right into B&Ns and saw it there! People could buy it! Sometimes it was a staff pick! IT WAS AWESOME.
PICTORIAL EVIDENCE OF ACTUAL BOOK IN ACTUAL STORE.
UNITED STATES: I visited! That was great too. I met up with friends again or for the first time, has frozen yoghurt, saw the Grand Canyon, saw Las Vegas, attempted to see wildlife, attended my very first publishing conference, and did my very first book events.
AFTERWARD: I hung out at home, edited a book, petted the cat. It was not terribly exciting.
AMERICAN BOOK CENTER: I had my first–and so far, only–book event in my hometown of Amsterdam in August, which was just awesome. My most excellent uncle put together a video with several snippets from the event:
ARTICLES AND STUFF AND THINGS: I did a ton of interviews and articles this summer, sometimes to promote Otherbound, sometimes because I just have very strong opinions. Among these are an article about disability metaphors that went live at SF Signal today, and two articles at the Guardian (one about my autism, one about diverse characters and issues). For more, check out this page.
WHAT’S NEXT? If you’re talking Otherbound: I guess we’ll see, huh?
If you’re talking books: my next book is out in spring of 2016.
If you’re talking publication: we-e-ell, this intriguing anthology did release today … check out my novella if you like pulp, superheroes, lesbians, or any combination of the above. I’ll do a proper post on it once it’s available at more retailers and/or in paper format, but I figured I’d mention it as a sneak peek.
If you’re talking projects: hello.
PHEW: That about covers it, right?
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I update my blog.
Something cool happens the next day. I think: I should blog about that. But I just posted something, so I’ll save it for my next one.
Another cool thing happens a week later. I think: neat, I’ll lump those together when I post again.
Dates and events start being confirmed. “Okay, I really have to write that blog now.”
Distractions happen. I chase after them because I have the attention span of a kitten.
Weeks later, I get around to updating my blog. Try futilely to remember all the things I was supposed to put in here.
The result: this post, and updates in list format, because I honestly do not know how to work all this into a single, coherent narrative anymore.
A WHOLE MOTHERFRIGGING UNIVERSE OF STARS: Yes. I got my third starred review. School Library Journal says, “While Duyvis’s debut is an exciting take on the fantasy genre … the true strength of the novel is in its positive portrayal of LGBT issues.” To check out all the trade reviews and author blurbs the book has received so far, check out the book’s page.
(Helpful tip: the same page contains preorder links. Ahem.)
EVENTS: This summer, I’ll be signing books, answering questions, and probably wearing neat dresses, at several confirmed locations. If you’re in Mendocino, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, or if you’re attending ALA Las Vegas, pop by my brand-new “Appearances” page for details on where and when to find me.
WIN A BOOK: My most excellent publisher is running a Goodreads giveaway for three finished hardcovers. WOOP.
HARDCOVERS: Speaking of, I got a box of these. It is the best box I have ever received.
(Also visible above: bookmarks! If you ever bump into me, ask for one. Trust me–I no longer leave the house without them. They’ll also be at the Amulet booth at BEA this weekend.)
COVERS AND RELATED SHIZZLE: The final cover is now scattered around online. It’s the same as before, but includes a snazzy Margo Lanagan quote. You can also find the final flap copy here on my website and on Goodreads, though retailers will continue to use the catalog copy. Just in case you were wondering about the discrepancy.
On the topic of covers, my favorite blog post in the entire world went up yesterday. Check it out for many, many details on what went on behind the scenes in the Otherbound cover design process, including tons of cover mock-ups and the art process for the final one.
ON THE EDGE OF GONE: Remember that book I sold last month? Amsterdam, autism, apocalypse? I finished the first draft yesterday. It clocked in at 101500 words. It was a long, long journey, but I’m so thrilled to finally be able to take the next step in said journey: edit like a mofo.
But, like, after my release and US trip.
Which happen next month.
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A couple of pretty amazing things have been happening, and I’m giving away an ARC of my debut YA fantasy Otherbound to celebrate! Details of the giveaway are at the bottom of the post, but let me share all the good news first…
Good Thing #1: I SOLD ANOTHER BOOK, HELL YES. Here are the details:
OTHERBOUND author Corinne Duyvis’s ON THE EDGE OF GONE, about an autistic teenager in the near-future Netherlands, trying to hold her family together while weathering the impact of a devastating comet, as she struggles to find her place in the new reconfigured world, again to Maggie Lehrman at Amulet, by Ammi-Joan Paquette at Erin Murphy Literary Agency (World English).
On The Edge of Gone is a sister book, an apocalypse book, an autism book, a difficult book, and it’s one that I’m so excited about. I’m thrilled to add to the number of autistic YA protagonists written by autistic authors… almost as thrilled as I am to brutally destroy my hometown of Amsterdam and to work with Maggie and the other wonderful people at Amulet Books again.
I wish I had finished art to show, but in lieu of that, here’s a little sketch of the main character I drew the other day. Meet Denise:
Good Thing #2: Otherbound is getting amazing trade reviews. First up, in a ★starred review★, Kirkus said:
Duyvis smoothly transitions between the two main characters’ thoughts and emotions while realistically conveying the individual alienation and terror of two very different people. Rich worldbuilding, convincing nonheteronormative relationships, balanced class issues, and nuanced, ethnically diverse characters add to the novel’s depth. The well-paced action builds toward an unexpected, thrilling conclusion that will leave readers eager for more from this promising new author.
Original and compelling; a stunning debut.
In another ★starred review★—which is unfortunately spoilery, but click here to read if you’re OK with that—Publishers Weekly said:
Debut novelist Duyvis smoothly integrates elements of diversity and disability into her cast without letting them stand in for deeper characterizations … Numerous plot twists drive the story along, and it’s grounded in worldbuilding that creates a believable, authentic setting. Duyvis makes ingenious use of a fascinating premise.
And The Horn Book Magazine said:
Talented debut author Duyvis keeps tensions high … Duyvis creates a humdinger of an adventure that contains the agony of loyalty, the allure of magic, and, most gratifyingly, the element of surprise.
Good Thing #4: Today is my birthday. I’m now 25 years old. Boo ya.
Obviously, I can’t let all of that go by without a celebration, so I’m giving away a signed ARC of Otherbound.
To enter, I want you to share some good vibes of your own. Specifically, I’d love for you to talk about a YA novel/series you think is vastly underrated. How you define underrated is up to you—is the book commercially successful, but it gets a lot of hate that you think is unfounded? Or has no one else heard of the book, but you think it deserves more attention? Whatever it is—spread the love! Write a blog post of any length (Tumblr counts) about this book, and include the following line.
Share the love! Blog about an underrated YA novel or series and enter to win an advanced reader’s copy of OTHERBOUND by Corinne Duyvis.
Don’t forget to make it link back to this blog post: http://www.corinneduyvis.com/2014/04/good-news-extravaganza-giveaway
Writing a blog post with your book recommendation is the best way to enter, but you can also enter by sharing the word about the contest and by signal boosting other people’s recommendations (max. one a day). I realize this contest is a little more complex than my previous giveaways, so if I need to clarify anything, let me know in the comments.
The contest will run until May 7th. I’m afraid it’s only open to those with a US address.
This has always been a tricky one for me. I’ve never had hobbies. My entire life, I’ve had obsessions. When I’m interested in something, I invest myself 100%, often to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. I’ve become better about realizing this about myself, and dialing back when appropriate, but I still have an incredibly difficult time balancing multiple interests.
One of the interests that has fallen by the wayside as I stated investing myself in publishing was my art. I went to art school. I’ve done portrait commissions. I was on my way to turning it into a career when writing smacked me in the head and demanded my attention.
I regret that decision sometimes. Not because I don’t like writing, but because I can’t look at my art without feeling a pang of guilt, of desire. I miss art. I would do anything to be able to balance both these interests equally. Instead, I go through these brief flurries of artistic activity before it dies down again and I do nothing for months or years at a time. Simply balancing writing as a career is hard enough, already.
I’m experimenting, though. I’m trying different approaches to my schedule, slipping something in here, shifting my sleep hours there, prioritizing such and such, and seeing how it works. If writing is something I really am going to do for years, decades, to come–and I sincerely hope so–then I need to start that experimentation as early as possible, so I can reap the benefits the longest.
All that is sort of a roundabout way of saying, hey, I’ve been poking around art again, how about that?
One thing I did was invest in new materials. As much as I like digital art, I really want to work with real media more. The problem there is that my areas of expertise are all colorless–cross-hatching, graphite–or with materials that only work on a large size–soft pastels. Solution: try out new materials.
Oh, just look at them. *swoons* (For the record, these are dual-sided Tombow markers. I’m puttering around with them a little, seeing whether I prefer using them as markers or as watercolor aids, but I have nothing ready to show yet. Hopefully soon.)
Since I have experience with soft pastels, I also want to see if I can draw (heh) on that experience, so I’m also going to see if I enjoy working with pastel pencils on a smaller scale. I have a large set already, and have ordered a bunch of open stock pencils to add to the color selection. Here’s a portrait of a baby cousin of mine I’m working on:
Of course, I still enjoy little graphite sketches. Here are a few I did of Marina earlier in the year.
(Sorry for the terrible quality of those pictures. My scanner is busted so I had to take photos, and I’m entirely too lazy to fix them up.)
Finally, I hope to have a complete set of those OTHERBOUND character portraits to share soon.
This might be another one of those brief flare-ups of art, or it might be the start of something resembling balance. Fingers crossed.
I’ve often complained about my inability to balance writing and art. Let me do so again: I cannot seem to balance writing and art. This resulted in a whopping zero drawings finished during all of 2013, and only a paltry amount of sketches.
I miss it. I miss it terribly.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to balance the two to the extent that I’d like, but I’m hoping to pick up my sketchbook more often when here’s a lull of any kind in terms of writing. I have a lot of art materials I’ve never used that I’d like to experiment with, there are a number of portraits I’ve promised to do for various family and friends, and I have a minor project that I was hoping to finish during 2013, namely to draw all major characters in Otherbound. Obviously, I did not get a chance to, but I’m hoping to be able to do so in the first half of 2014. If I manage to get to them all before the book actually releases, I’ll be quite pleased.
I already drew the first of these portraits in 2012–Amara, one of the book’s PoV characters. Now, I finally got around to finishing up PoV character number two, Nolan:
I’ve had that drawing almost-finished in Photoshop for ages, so I finally decided to wrap it up and get it uploaded.
On a roll, I colored a sketch from a couple of months ago. This is Cilla, the renegade princess Amara is forced to protect. She is better known as The Love Interest™:
Finally, I looked at the two of them next to that drawing of Amara I did over a year ago, and while I was pleased with the way the approach matched, I was… less pleased with the actual drawing. Looking at it with fresh eyes after so long, I realized it was incredibly wonky, and set out to fix that, as well.
So here’s the updated version of Amara:
I’m thrilled to finally make progress, but my hand hurts after all that. Onward to focus on words again!
I thought I’d get that out of the way first. I mean, it’s probably what you came here for.
Are you back? Sweet. In reward, here’s an exclusive detail about that gorgeous cover you just saw: The lettering will be glossy, while the rest will be matte. Can you picture it? I’m picturing it. And I’m liking it. I just love the lettering, and this will make it stand out even more.
I can’t wait to hold the real thing.
I also so so very much appreciate that Nolan and Amara are. not. white. More PoC visibility in the YA section–any section, really–is a very good thing and I’m so happy that Amulet is contributing to that.
On a different note: if you’re attending ALA Midwinter later this week, pop by the ABRAMS booth at #713. They’ll have Otherbound ARCs on hand. (Last time, they went quickly–so don’t wait too long.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a cover to gawk at…
On the morning of December 31st, I got a text from my sister.
No. Stop. Backstory: We–my sister, her husband, me–had plans to spend New Year’s Eve at a friend’s house. We were going to have a relaxed night. The friend–Marina–was ill, and didn’t feel up to anything more than having a few friends over, playing games, having snacks. I was going to bring Guillotine, which meant I’d finally get to play it with more than two people–something I haven’t done in years. I had two kilos of chicken skewers in my fridge, and we’d buy oliebollen from near where Marina lived. We’d have to endure the long, long lines that come with getting oliebollen on December 31st, but we were in agreement: we wanted them fresh. It’d be worth it.
Further backstory: Marina and my sister had been friends for eight years. She was my sister’s best friend, you know, the friend we’d invite to family dinners, the one my grandparents had never met but knew all about. I only ever saw her alongside my sister, up until this year, when she’d started visiting my apartment occasionally, borrowing books and DVDs, talking YA. She gushed about Rae Carson’s and Laura Lam’s books.
I’m talking in past tense.
December 31st, morning, a text. Marina had been admitted to the hospital after enduring hellish pains that night. NYE plans were canceled. (Marina was diagnosed with leukemia three years ago. Surprise hospital admissions were no longer surprising.) My sister was headed down to Leiden to be with Marina. I spent the evening with my cat, watching Mulan, making emo-thoughtful NYE blog posts. Eating chicken skewers.
I pretty much spent all of that week eating chicken skewers.
The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with Marina. Wait, no, they had a theory–maybe they’d fix it, and she’d be out of here in no time. Wait, no, maybe the theory was wrong. Either way, we’d have to keep in mind that this sort of thing is a sign she may not be with us much longer. (Hopefully she’d improve enough for us to spend more time with her those months. We were supposed to go out to dinner–my sister and her husband, Marina and her girlfriend, my mother and me–on the 19th of January, but we could postpone that.) We’d have to prepare for the end in a few months.
We’d have to prepare for the end in a few days.
It was Sunday evening, January 5th, when we heard that.
Marina was going to be moved back home the next day. She’d receive end-of-life care. She was too weak to speak on the phone, too weak to receive visitors. My sister reached out to Marina’s friends, saying that if they wanted to do something for Marina, they should look for a photo with them and Marina together and send it to her, as a reminder, a token of love, something fun for her to look at. Marina had so, so many friends. Her mailbox would be flooded.
I didn’t have any photos of the two of us. I looked through my entire computer, all my badly organized photo folders. I had only one photo linking us together: in November, she visited my apartment with her cats. I had a photo of Terra cautiously, warily, bravely approaching the cat carrier in the corner. (At first Marina and I thought she’d been so relaxed about having other cats in the apartment, but then Marina realized that, actually, Terra just hadn’t figured out there were cats there yet.) (She realized it a minute later. We laughed our asses off.)
I had something else I could maybe show Marina, though. That night, I e-mailed my editor asking her to send the most recent version of my cover. Marina had always been so excited I’d be publishing a book–she’d always asked for updates, cheered when there was something to cheer about. I’d given her an ARC that day in November, but she and her girlfriend were in the middle of a move and didn’t get around to it for a while–she mentioned in her Christmas card to me she was really looking forward to reading it. And that week, she’d told my sister that the book was at the top of her to-read pile and she was so sorry she’d never gotten the chance.
This was supposed to be a very short post.
So I e-mailed my editor. I knew Marina would love to see the cover. To get a last update.
The next morning, I got another text. I was still in bed. I got up and e-mailed my editor to tell her never mind.
Marina Dupré died the morning of January 6th at the age of 28.
I received the card on January 8. (I had two letters that day: that, and a birth announcement.) The card featured a drawing she’d made, and a poem she’d written.
The ceremony was on January 13th. There were so many people they didn’t all fit in the room, and they had to stand in the waiting room, watching the ceremony on a screen. My sister was a speaker, and she shared a story about how she’d paid for Marina to join her on a trip to the US. Afterward, Marina had paid her back monthly, with little hearts in the payment description, and my sister looked forward to that little heart every month, and then when the money was paid off she didn’t have those little hearts anymore. (When Marina heard that, she’d send monthly payments of one cent, with a little heart in the description.)
And Marina’s girlfriend was a speaker, and she talked about how when she first laid eyes on Marina in high school, she thought, That woman will be mine. (Marina had other plans.) (Until a few years later, when Marina sneaked her a note that said, Do you want to be my girlfriend? You know, for real?)
Afterward, we went to a café. My sister had arranged for everyone to drink Marina’s favorite drink, prosecco with grapefruit juice. And after that, with a much smaller group, we went to Marina’s favorite sushi restaurant. We put down a photo of her on the table next to us.
As we were sitting down, I checked my phone. My editor had sent my cover.
The waiter hadn’t heard the news yet. He’d known Marina was sick, though. They’d joked about hand-delivering sushi to her in the hospital if she needed it, and he said, I would have, you know. I would have in a heartbeat. He told us about Marina’s favorite sushi, which my sister ordered for both tables. My sister told him about Marina’s leukemia, which mixed both chronic and acute kinds , and which was in her genes so it’d always come back. She could defeat it a dozen times over, and then her genes would get back to work.
That pisses me off. How determined it was.
As we wobbled home later that night–literally, in my case, since I’d had saké and wore pointy heels and those don’t mesh well with downtown Leiden cobblestones–I whispered to my mother, This is weird.
Today is the 19th. We were supposed to go out to dinner. Tomorrow will be the week after her funeral, and two weeks after her death. (And six days after her hospitalization, and . . . )
I put the card with that drawing of hers on top of my bookshelves, and folded her little Christmas card around it.
Tomorrow, I’m going to reveal my cover to the world, and it’s something I so wish I could’ve done two weeks ago. At some point, we’ll have dinner with Marina’s girlfriend, the dinner we’re not having tonight. I’ll get back the books I loaned Marina, and that ARC at the top of the pile, too. My sister might get a tattoo of Marina’s face, or maybe not. I’ll hold my hardcover, and I won’t get to give it to her. I’ll see her new apartment, and she won’t be there. I’ll visit the baby whose birth announcement I got on January 8th. My sister will move into her new house, and her best friend will never see it.
I’m still kind of wrapping my head around it all. I’ve never lost anyone before.
I swear this was supposed to be a short post.
I appreciate the kind thoughts people have sent my way via Twitter and e-mail, but I’m turning off comments on this post. I’m posting this because, as infrequently as I update this blog, I do always mention the big things, and this is a big thing. I wanted to share it.
And I wanted to share Marina, too.
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I just read the post I did last year and smiled.
2013 has been an odd year. A lot of things have happened: I worked with a publisher for the first time, went through the publishing process from large-scale edits to first-pass pages, held my ARCs, went to a writing retreat, saw my sister get married, spent my first full year living on my own, went to the shelter to choose my first just-for-me pet.
At the same time, a lot of things haven’t happened. I haven’t finished any new books, nor sold any. I’ve barely done any art. I’m still single. I don’t have a cover for OTHERBOUND yet. I’ve just spent several weeks getting punched in the gut by my mental health, and watched my happiness and productivity drop accordingly.
I don’t know what to expect from 2014. In less than half a year, OTHERBOUND will be out in the world. Already, the first very kind reader-writer responses are starting to trickle in, and it’s so fascinating to read what other people noticed, what stood out at them, what they related to. It’s too early for professional reviews, but I did discover–by complete accident–that it’s a Junior Library Guild selection, which I was a bit confused about at first but rapidly discovered is a Big Deal and a Very Good Thing.
As I said on Twitter, it’s the perfect end to 2013, and the perfect start to my debut.
I know I’ll have my cover before too long. I know I’ll turn twenty-five in April. I know the book will be out. I know I’ll be in the United States that month, although possibly not during release day itself. I know I’ll attend a big publishing conference for the first time.
Those are the things I know.
What I don’t know is how it’ll go. I don’t know if people will love it or hate the book, what my sales will be like, whether I’ll be overwhelmed or underwhelmed or if nothing at all will change. I don’t know if, on my release day, I’ll be surrounded by friends and colleagues and family, and I’ll feel like I’m walking on clouds, or if I’ll be sitting silently in my apartment and watching the Twitter responses. I don’t know if my mental health will improve or deteriorate. I don’t know if I’ll finally finish the Dead Horse Sci-Fi book; I don’t know if I’ll sell it. I don’t know which other books I’ll write, or if I’ll finish them, or if I’ll sell them. I don’t know if this is the start of my first real adult career, or if it’s just another one of my obsessions that’ll fade away as the years go by.
I don’t know if next year’s New Year’s Eve will be like this one–me, an empty apartment, heating up glühwein in the microwave because I might as well–or if I’ll spend it with friends, or with family, or with a partner, or who knows who else, if I’ll look back on 2014 with a feeling of accomplishment or disappointment, if looking on the hardcover with my name on it will make me feel giddy all over again, or if it’ll remind me of failures I don’t want to be reminded of.
There’s a lot I’d like to get from 2014. There’s a lot I’d like to do in 2014. There’s a lot I’d like to be.
But mostly, there’s a lot I don’t know.
I wasn’t going to do resolutions. Then a friend asked me to contribute to a resolutions video for YA Rebels, so I thought about it, and I did. I sent her the following photo:
Keep myself happy.
Keep my words honest.
It’s not much, but it’s all I’ve got, and it might be enough.
Happy 2014, everybody. May you discover all the things you don’t know yet, and may they be good.
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I won NaNo last night! \o/
I should have won back on Wednesday, but writing has been going a bit choppily, since this book is so differently structured than what I’m used to. I think it’s got potential, though, and I look forward to wrapping up the draft in the next week or two and brainstorming edits.
In entirely different news . . . As I mentioned in my previous post, OTHERBOUND ARCs were available at NCTE Boston this weekend. I wanted to inform anyone who might’ve missed that update to go to the ABRAMS booth post-haste to pick up an ARC . . . but as it turns out, they’ve run out. A good 250 ARCs with my name on them are now out into the world. This may be a normal number in the world of ARCs and cons and promotion–I seriously have no clue–but it sounds intimidatingly high to me. It’s freaking exciting. Go out into the world, my pretties! Fly!
If you missed out on getting an ARC at NCTE (or were never there in the first place!) you can still get one over at Tumblr, where I’m running a contest. Just reblog this post with the 2014 YA release you’re most excited about, and you’re in.
I’ll quiet down on the OTHERBOUND front soon; we’re still over half a year out from release. I’m just giddy.