This month my novel "Becoming George Sand" is being published in the US. It came out in Canada in 2009 and I was eagerly awaiting the US edition. A few days ago, there it was in a ragged envelope lying on my doorstep, presumably thrown there by the UPS guy; I tore it open and there was my book, in paperback, with its gorgeous red and green cover of a sultry-looking woman and with appreciative comments by writers I admire. This is always a great moment for any writer. You want to open a bottle of champagne on the spot, but I did manage to control myself until the next evening, when I opened a bottle for three friends and my daughter and me, to toast the arrival - at last - of "Becoming George Sand" as a US novel.
