Step one: read this
Step two: read this
All true. Except the part about the first draft of the book being due in three months. More like two and a half. I guess I should start writing it soon.
one red paperclip, the book, is due to hit bookshelves next summer. I will write the book in my favorite language: Canuck-Yank-Bloglish. Words like "toque" and "skidoo" are in, but those pesky bonus u's are out. Yep, color, not colour, and rumor, not rumour. (** Special message to all ultra-patriotic Canadians who now think I'm a sellout hellbent on eroding our "culture" ** - Don't worry, all pool water temperatures will be in Fahrenheit, and no, I don't have a clue how many kilograms I weigh either.)
So far it looks like one red paperclip, the book, will be translated into four languages: English, Italian, Dutch and Japanese. If you want to read one red paperclip in another language, like Québécois for instance, call up your favorite book publisher and let them know! If you are somebody's favorite book publisher and want to translate one red paperclip into another super-fun language, contact me at email@example.com and I'll get you in touch with the people who can make it happen. The more the merrier! I can't really think of anything more awesome than having one red paperclip translated into tons of other great languages, like Castellano, Yobbo or British Columbian, eh.
As for everything to do with Dreamworks, I know about as much as you do. The rights were optioned for TV/Film. That's it. High hopes for a choice flick or genre-creating TV show, but there's no producion schedule in place, and to maybe deflate your possible-stokeage a bit further, there's actually no guarantee anything'll hit the screen(s). If you wanna start the rumor that I'll be played by Bratt Pitt and Angelina Jolie will play Dom, go right ahead. We're both unemployed, so maybe Brangelina (I can't believe I just wrote that) will trade their roles for a babysitting gig.
Sure, this is all glitzy-sounding Hollywood stuff, but don't expect me to flake out and get all weird on you. As I've said many-a-time in the past, my mom still cuts my hair. I don't plan to change that. It's not like Spielberg hangs out at our apartment or I'm going to buy a crocodile-skin Bentley.
Needless to say, I'm pretty beyond-stoked about all of this - Kyle