Oh, hey! We're back from Scotland. We got back on Monday, actually. Did I forget to tell you guys that? I also forgot to take a shower yesterday, so please don't be offended. It's the jetlag! Jetlag is my blanket excuse for everything. Jetlag left a huge pile of dirty dishes in my sink! Jetlag forgot to put the wet laundry in the dryer! Jetlag is seven days behind on my emails! Get to work, jetlag! Someone's got to earn a living around here! Now go pack for that wedding I'm supposed to be in this weekend! And then tell me some sweet, delicious lies about how there will be no traffic on the NJ Turnpike tonight!
(Jetlag also makes me abuse the exclamation point!)
So, jetlag and I are working on a write-up of our lovely trip to bonnie Scotland, but at the moment we're too sad to think about anything but the horrible news we received (via email from Sarah) this morning.
Stephenie Meyer is no longer going to publish Midnight Sun. The short story (the longer story is on her website here) is that somehow, a draft of the first 264 pages was leaked and published on the internet. It wasn't finished, and Stephenie feels that she can no longer write the rest of the book.
I know how it feels when I accidentally hit "publish" instead of "save as draft" and Google Reader snatches up a post full of typos and errors before I can take it down, so I can only imagine how devastating it must be to have an unfinished, unedited novel distributed without your permission. I feel terribly sorry for Stephenie Meyer, and I feel almost as sorry for myself and all the other shameless addicted fans out there. I haven't felt this heartbroken since I found out that Man vs. Wild was being staged. I at least felt like I could blame Bear Grylls, though. I don't blame Stephenie one bit for deciding that she can't finish the book after this, although I do hope that she might change her mind after some time goes by. After all, she does say that it's "on hold indefinitely"... not that it's canceled outright. I'll take what I can get.
I haven't read the draft. I'd like to say that I'm not going to read it, but I'm not sure I'll be able to resist the temptation. Hopefully, the fact that the release date for the Twilight movie has been moved up by three weeks (from December 12 to November 21st) will help. A little.
In the meantime, I'm going to do all that I can to turn this dreadful state of affairs around. I'm planning to relocate myself to Arizona to serve as Stephenie Meyer's personal cheer-er upper. I'll bring her all the decaf coffee and Sprite she can drink and act out scenes from Twilight when she has writer's block. I call dibs on playing Alice's parts. Who wants to be Edward?
Edited to add: If it's any consolation at all, those of you who haven't yet read The Host at least have that to look forward to. It's very different from Twilight, and by that I mean THERE IS NO EDWARD. Let me be clear about that: Edward Cullen is not in The Host. I heard from a reputable source that some people were disappointed and even angry that our favorite marbled-chested immortal never made an appearance in The Host, to which I can only say .... What? I think the dust jacket makes crystal clear the fact that The Host is a book about bodysnatching aliens taking over the earth, not about conflicted vegetarian vampires falling in love with annoying human girls who totally don't deserve them. So, yeah, there is no Edward. But if you liked Twilight, I would highly recommend The Host. It wasn't as magical for me (meaning I did not neglect every other aspect of my life in order to read during every waking moment, nor did I stay up all night fuming over particular plot developments that I felt taking the plot in the wrong direction), but since The Host is intended for adults, the writing is much better. Don't worry, there is still a fair amount of gazing into perfect eyes and plenty of burning embraces. However, the heroine is less annoying than Bella and the love triangle has a better resolution. So, if you liked Twilight, read The Host. If you didn't like Twilight, um, don't. If you're like me and you've already read The Host because you thought you'd still have Midnight Sun to live for... well, you can come over to my house and we'll all cry together.