I can finally officially announce that I can cross GET MY FIRST NOVEL DEAL off my career to-do list! JAY’S GAY AGENDA is going to be published in the summer of 2021. Here’s the deal announcement:You might remember me mentioning this novel last year while I was working on it in the spring of 2019. I wanted a fun, carefree, romance-filled romp for queer teens as we headed into the politically divisive year of 2020. While this isn’t going to be pubbed this year, there are still so many LGBTQ+ stories coming out in the coming months that I can’t wait to read and will be sharing here. Here’s to a new decade full of all kinds of queer voices!

I am so incredibly thankful to my new editor, Megan Ilnitzki, for seeing Jay and getting his story from the get-go, and for my agent, Brent Taylor, for making this all happen! Ah!

I’ll be sashaying and prancing around my house for the next forever.

Whobert Turns 2, Two Ways

It’s so stinkin’ hard for me to believe that WHOBERT WHOVER, OWL DETECTIVE turns two years old this month. The time flew by much like Whobert does: fast, and without any clue as to what the future holds. It was that mystery that led to the absolute best surprise this past week. A wonderful friend of mine asked me to sign a copy of WHOBERT for a new baby acquaintance they were about to make. When I flipped to the title page to sign, I saw on the copyright page a tiny number two. Cut to me looking like this:

If you’ve ever wondered what the little row of numbers means on a copyright page, those digits are used to tell people what printing a book is in. The lowest number in the row indicates how many times a book has gone to print. It’s a tiny, itty bitty number, but a big deal for an author or illustrator because the higher that number gets, the more copies are making it out into the world. That little two on Whobert’s copyright page means he got a second printing, and I had no idea! To see what I’m talking about, check out my Whobert Highlight on Instagram here and click to the last two videos.

WHOBERT didn’t exactly fly off the shelves, but it was really magnificent to find out that slowly but surely people are finding their way to Whobert’s wacky forest, and even two years after he hatched people still want to see him completely screw up the who-who-dunnit. You know those moments when terrible clichés are actually true? Clichés like, “It’s a marathon, not a sprint”? This is one of those moments, and I ain’t mad at it!

Thanks for all the support, everybody, and for keeping Whobert alive and well!

Happy Whobert-versary!