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I'm so excited.
So very excited.
If you listen very carefully, you can hear it. Like the first fateful footsteps of the T-Rex in Jurassic Park.
It's my book arriving!
Maybe not with as perilous an outcome.
My first book, my debut novel, is going to be released in TWO days!!! (On Tuesday. The 7th of June!)
While I do a happy dance, I'll leave you with one of my favorite parts from Big Trouble in Little Italy that made me laugh when I was writing it:
I learned a few things on my trip from the airport in Milan to the city of Lake Como.
Lago (lah-go) is the word for lake.
Bastardo (Ba-star-do) can be screamed at heavy traffic as needed even if all the windows are rolled up, as long as the horn is honked in spurts to match the scream of ‘Bastardo’, and you wave your hands dramatically at the offending car.
I’m pretty sure the Italian word for fuck is minchia (mink-kia).
Also, because someone tells you it’s going to be about an hour ride to your final destination, that isn’t taking into consideration flying at illegal speeds. But there were never any cop cars that we passed.
I learned that caro (car-o) means expensive, molto (mowl-tow) caro means really fucking expensive. And the damn Villa d’Este was not the butthole of Como, but rather, bellissima (bell-ess-e-ma) Really fucking molto molto bellissima.
Minchia.
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