It began on Friday, when this arrived from my crazy and wonderful Scholastic publicist:
And then the DHL man came and brought:
900 key chains
About the same number of This is Teen flash drives
And then the UPS man came later that day and brought yet more boxes which contained:
Tons of THE SCORPIO RACES post cards (which I'll be using a few of for Postcard to a Stranger on tour)
Some This is Teen post cards
Some stickers
Which wouldn't be a problem except I'm already bringing
a bunch of Linger tank tops to give away at the launch party in Tyson's Corner tomorrow.
A bunch of wolf cut outs from the FOREVER trailer to give away at the launch party.
Two Sharpie-d on guitars to give away, one at the launch party in Tyson's Corner, and one in Canada (for Canadians hoping to win the Sharpie guitar, you can enter to win it at all THREE Canadian locations, and they'll contact the winner after the events to give you the guitar)(seems fair, right?)
Also, I am going to pick up this from the airport in a few hours, and it has to fit in too.
That's Tessa Gratton, my co-pilot for the first half of the trip.
So, minus Tessa, two boxes of foreign editions of Shiver for giveaway, my 17 black tank tops and 6 pairs of jeans that is my wardrobe, and all of my camera equipment for the videos of alpacas and ringing rocks and hilarity I will be making, this is kind of what the pile looks like.
Well, not the dog. But everything else.
And it must fit into here.
Well, more precisely, here.
Oh, I can so make that work.
