This is an example of the e-mail I get from Keith, my editor at St. Martin’s Press:
“So, we just made our first foreign sale on Crashers. It’s been sold to Italy, where it will be published by Rizzoli. More details still to come, of course, but wanted to quickly brighten everyone’s frozen January morning.”
Can I take a moment here? We just sold the foreign rights to Italy. I told Katy last night. She looked into my eyes and said, “I want to touch you.” I said, and I wasn’t kidding, “I want to touch me.”
We sold the foreign rights to Italy. I’ve been to Italy, like, six times. I love Italy. They want to publish my book. They invented romance. They have the copyright on it. When we kiss, we owe them a nickel. They just bought my freakin’ book.
We were in Italy in October, at Lake Como. In a quintessentially romantic village called Varenna. I want to call Rizzoli and say: “Save the stamp. We’ll come get the check.”