This may be the shortest blog in my history, akin to LJ haiku, because I’ve got to get my butt and my laptop (hmmm, which one is easier to lug?) to Tea Lounge and write.
Already running late and it’s only 7:10 am.
But the big news on my block is that AGATB and RA have been optioned by Mel Gibson’s Icon Productions. Here’s the piece that ran in Variety this week:
Mel Gibson and Bruce Davey’s Icon Productions has optioned the rights to a Libba Bray book trilogy to develop as a big-screen franchise and set helmer Charles Sturridge to direct the first installment, which centers on four rebel teens in Victorian England who gain power from access to a mysterious realm.
Charles Sturridge directed that lovely, lovely production of “Brideshead Revisited” that made me fall in love with both Jeremy Irons and Anthony Andrews, so I am thrilled he’s at the helm.
Still, It doesn’t quite seem real to me, somehow. I feel a little like Sissy Spacek getting ready for the prom while her crazy mom yells, “They’re all gonna laugh at you!” in the background. Yeah, just waiting for that pig’s blood to fall. (No, really, it makes sense in my head. Go with me.)
So that’s all I know at this point. If I hear anything else, i.e., a major casting call for teen actresses, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, I now have to make good on deadline #3. Yes, I have missed not one, but two deadlines. This is the no-fooling-if-you-miss-this-one-we-come-for-kidneys deadline. So, I’m off to grab me a cup of industrial strength sludge-coffee and a spot by an outlet.
And for those who has asked, yes, this is the third book in the trilogy and it does continue the adventures of Gemma and Co. Sadly, I had to ax the demonic mummers. Sadly, I’ve had to ax half the novel, and boy, isn’t THAT fun when you’ve got a month to go before handing the sucker in.