September 8, 2005

Last Night in London

Yesterday I went and met my UK editor and several other Hodder editors and a great deal of the publicity department and various and sundry other people who...um. I don't know. Let's just say they "work in publishing" as my understanding of the way a business is run is SO rudimentary that is pretty much a LARVAE. And not even a larvae who is likely to blossom into a less rudimentary dragonfly type understanding. More like a sulking larvae. An ungrowing, crabby with little larvae with clinical depression and a Prozac allergy.Oh heck, not even. More like a dead larvae. But anyway, I met some people who have jobs I don't understand, but that mean the great wheels of the publishing industry grind on, so we likes them, my preshus, indeed we do.

There was a little champagne reception among the boxes and orange crates (Hodder is moving offices) AND! The VP of sales AND the VP of marketing came, which delighted me. Those are good people to have liking ones book. Gods is gettign the same kind of backing from Hodder that it got at Warner, and oh my goodness...I can't tell you what the backing of the house means, but it probably rhymes with, "beverything." The way they've aken to gods warms the cockles of my heart, or, alternatively, whatever internal organ actually HOLDS the cockles, assuming girls even have them. Which I doubt.


I also got a brilliant bit of news (<--note my obnoxious slang appropriation is not stopping. And brilliant is just the TIP of my anglophile iceberg. I have completely banished "TENNIS SHOES" and even "SNEAKERS" from my vocabulary. I have TRAINERS now, thanks much, because that's what WE over here in ENGLAND say. Since I was a resident of London for FOUR SOLID DAYS I am practically a NATIVE. So. Trainers. But I digress....) As I was saying, I got BRILLIANT bit of news while in the office, but I don't know if I am allowed to say yet, so I will say it later. IT IS NICE THOUGH!

My editor is funny and a charming conversationalist, which one expects editors to be, actually, BUT she is tall, which is new. My U.S. Editor and a few of her fellow editors I have met at Warner and my publisher and my publicist are all petite, like 5'2' and slender to boot. When I first met them I was intimiated because they all had good shoes and glossy hair and came up to my bosom. Tall women intimidate me less, probably because I am tall, BUT...On the other hand, my UK editor is ridiculously pretty which can also be intimidating. I swan, I am used to it though---my personal and anecdotal evidence indicates that that is just the way editors ARE, everywhere. There was a gent (<--SLANG APPROPRIATION!!!!) there, in his forties I'd say, also a Hodder editor, and he lifted his champage glass and waived it at all the ridiculously pretty editors and said, "I guess the reason is plain why *I* went into publishing." At any rate, she was very chatty and easy to talk to, so I didn't get the shy's or have a nervous prostration or pour wine down my front.

Then my editor took Scott and I to lunch at a RAWTHER POSH SPOT <--- SLANG APROPRIATION! OMG you should have SEEN the ceiling--a mosaic of all these tiny mirrored tiles. It was made in the 1800's. Just gorgeous. I ate a warm goat cheese tart that I shall always remember with fondness.

We are now on board the QM2 and I have to go find the GYM because OH LORD but bangers and mash are good. Under good, file also: Fish and chips and the INDIAN FOOD in London. I am STUFFED on chutney and prawn curry ("PRAWNS" is what WE over here in ENGLAND call ....oh how do you Americans say it....shrimps? heheheh OKAY, OKAY, I am stopping. Soon. Probably.) And I have to tell you about the plays we saw on the West End -- we saw Sienna Miller and the ASTONISHINGLY CHARISMATIC AND AMAZING Helen McCrory in AS YOU LIKE IT, and that won.

QM2 pics and info later ---I need to go throw streamers and find Julie-our-cruise-director and MORE IMPORTANTLY, Isaac-our-bartender and learn where the lifeboats are. Scott tells me that they have instituted this new POST TITANTIC safety program where they have enough lifeboats for EVERYONE on board! HUZZAH!

Posted by joshilyn at September 8, 2005 3:25 PM
Comments

LOL! I am so glad you blogged today. Just what I needed before going to work.

Posted by: Heather at September 8, 2005 3:35 PM

Joss Old Girl....I'm gratified to note that amidst all of the anglo-speak you were still able to throw in an "I swan..". Sigh, the south - we needs you, so y'all jess come on home.
Brilliant that you are getting such warm fuzzies over there across the pond. 20 points to Gryffindor!

Posted by: Angela at September 8, 2005 3:38 PM

A long, long, long time ago, I lived in Scotland for a few years. Did "BRILLIANT" replace "SUPER"?

Posted by: Allan Dix at September 8, 2005 3:58 PM

But... but... can you EMAIL the good news to ME?? I won't tell anyone. Probably.

Posted by: Mir at September 8, 2005 4:02 PM

Och. I was married into a British family of the Scottish variety, so I understand every appropriated slang term you got.

Not only that but my favourite show is Coronation Street, which is on the telly every Sunday from 8-12:30. It's brilliant and och they speak a wee bit diff from the Londoners, mind you, in fact for the most part the Londoners are just mingin' but that's naught, now int it?

Posted by: Heather McCutcheon at September 8, 2005 5:15 PM

Hmmn. Wouldna it be loverly?

?Jilly

Posted by: Jilly at September 8, 2005 9:07 PM

I am so glad I came home and found you to read tonight, I needed a good laugh, which is what you always make me do....well unless that is make me think, but I've way too much bleach to accomplish both after a day like to day...well that is at the same time....BREATHE...I made a mistake (okay one of many) and had the Curry in Windemere, didn't like it. So now I have to go back and have it in LONDON like I should have done the first time, but ohhhh noooo I had to have Aberdeen beef instead. Ark!

I still like lovely, it's just lovely, isn't it lovely dear? Darn Andy always tells me I'm brilliant. Now I know it's just slang. Dashed!

Posted by: Cele at September 8, 2005 10:48 PM

Why do they say "cockles of your heart", anyway? Do you know what cockles are? They're slimy, for one thing. Take a look: http://www.ministry-of-information.co.uk/blog1/images/cockles3.jpg
Blech.
Glad you're having a great time across the sea!

Posted by: Laura at September 8, 2005 11:21 PM

Why, you, MEANIE YOU, how dare you brutally DROP suspense in the middle of a BLOG POST and TELL US something without really TELLING US so we have to come back tomorrow, and you know, read... YOU MUST BE AN AUTHOR PERSON OR SOMESUCH.

WATCH OUT! for bangers and mash. Two years ago, DD became BRUTALLY ILL on said items served at a pub and threw up !!!SEVEN TIMES!!! in one night in our little, sweet, rented, vomit-smelling flat in South Kensington.

You've been warned!

Now, there's no excuse not to blog tomorrow, you've got everyone chomping at the bit.

Posted by: Martha O'Connor at September 9, 2005 1:38 AM

I'm a big fan of British slang. Have you adopted knickers yet? (Not, that is to say, have you brought a poor homeless pair of knickers home with you, but are you using the word?) I picked up 'dodgy' in London 3 years ago and have been using it ever since. Cheers!

Posted by: Aimee at September 9, 2005 10:52 AM

Told you about the Indian cuisine, didn't I?

Hope you and Scott are getting lots of snogging in.

Posted by: Edgy Mama at September 9, 2005 3:13 PM

My editor and agent are tiny elves, as well (and I'm a tall girl)...so I got a kick out of reading this!

Posted by: crissa at September 14, 2005 10:30 AM