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Friday, October 05, 2007
Bits and pieces
First, I'm excited to report that I'm now official at Two Sisters Promotions. We've been working on this for several weeks now, and all the details are squared away. If you're unclear on what this means, well, I have a publicist! As of yesterday, it's a done deal.
Second, a new review came in for Boundless. Ordinarily, I don't make a to-do about reviews, good or bad, but I really liked what Lindy said. Check this out:
I can't accurately depict the awe and wonder that comes over me when I read these words: "...Annie Dean is one of my favorite authors."
My first reaction is me? Really? ME?
See, I have favorite authors. People I think are insanely gifted and whose words make my breath catch in my throat, whose books captivate me and keep from getting other things done. So when someone comes along and tells me that, for them, I do the same thing, I don't know what the hell to say. I want to gush like a fangirl yet I check myself so I don't come off like a giant rubber bouncing goober. I say, "I appreciate hearing that" sedately and add, "I'm so happy you enjoyed the book" (warning, warning, Will Robinson, understatement meter overload!) and then, "thanks so much for taking the time to write me."
Whilst inside me there's "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" going on. This doesn't change. No matter how often I hear it, I still have that reaction. There's a five-year-old in my head, running circles with overexcited glee. You know how kids do that until they fall down? In my head, I so do that when someone tells me they enjoyed a book, a story, or that they like my writing. And when someone says I'm one of their favorite authors, OMG. Picture the five-year-old sucking down a Pixie Stick first. Then commence the running. I know, right?
I know this makes me an enormous geek. But I figure it's better to own it. I am an enormous geek. And you readers thrill the pee out of me on a daily basis. Well, not literally. Y'know. Except at the usual times.
I love British humor, sci-fi flicks, superhero movies / TV shows, hot emo boys, alternative music, and all kinds of books. I'd rather buy books than anything except possibly purses (and yes, that includes shoes). I'd rather stay home with my husband than go to a club. I am what I am.
Thanks for liking me this way.
Second, a new review came in for Boundless. Ordinarily, I don't make a to-do about reviews, good or bad, but I really liked what Lindy said. Check this out:
"She takes a very dark character and makes him not just palatable but kind and even gentle. Once again I see why Annie Dean is one of my favorite authors. Her creative flair and likable characters take a dark and seemingly impossible scenario and turn it into a tender love story with a wonderful depth."You can read the entire review here.
I can't accurately depict the awe and wonder that comes over me when I read these words: "...Annie Dean is one of my favorite authors."
My first reaction is me? Really? ME?
See, I have favorite authors. People I think are insanely gifted and whose words make my breath catch in my throat, whose books captivate me and keep from getting other things done. So when someone comes along and tells me that, for them, I do the same thing, I don't know what the hell to say. I want to gush like a fangirl yet I check myself so I don't come off like a giant rubber bouncing goober. I say, "I appreciate hearing that" sedately and add, "I'm so happy you enjoyed the book" (warning, warning, Will Robinson, understatement meter overload!) and then, "thanks so much for taking the time to write me."
Whilst inside me there's "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" going on. This doesn't change. No matter how often I hear it, I still have that reaction. There's a five-year-old in my head, running circles with overexcited glee. You know how kids do that until they fall down? In my head, I so do that when someone tells me they enjoyed a book, a story, or that they like my writing. And when someone says I'm one of their favorite authors, OMG. Picture the five-year-old sucking down a Pixie Stick first. Then commence the running. I know, right?
I know this makes me an enormous geek. But I figure it's better to own it. I am an enormous geek. And you readers thrill the pee out of me on a daily basis. Well, not literally. Y'know. Except at the usual times.
I love British humor, sci-fi flicks, superhero movies / TV shows, hot emo boys, alternative music, and all kinds of books. I'd rather buy books than anything except possibly purses (and yes, that includes shoes). I'd rather stay home with my husband than go to a club. I am what I am.
Thanks for liking me this way.
Gwyneth
I guess years in the business could make a body jaded, but I hope it never happens to me. I never want to read an email and be like, "Yeah, yeah, you love me, I get it."
(now I get to picture you squeeing, this is fun!)
-ec
Anyhow, Alek had never had candy, cookies, ice cream, or any kind of sweets really (except a little birthday cake on his birthday). And I made that with honey and fructose.
One day, his dad took him to Target; I guess the kid was about three. And he begged for a drink. So his dad let him pick it out. (oh no, right?)
So Alek picked a KoolAid pop, it's premade KoolAid in a little plastic pop bottle. Andres didn't read the ingredients, just bought it and gave it Alek to drink the car.
By the time he got in the front door, he was VIBRATING. I was like, "What did DO to him?"
That's when I got a hold of the empty bottle and read there was like 48 grams of sugar in this tiny 8 oz bottle! WTH, right?
Alek literally ran sprints from the living room to the kitchen for like 20 minutes. And then he got this bizarre glazed look on his face and collapsed. Like, just lay on the living room floor, looking stoned.
Now I just crack up over it, but damn, I'd never seen a sugar high like that one before. (And that's about what I do in my head over readers!)
You had me at 'The Average Girl's Guide To Getting Laid', you know.
~Lindy, also a geek ;)
~Lindy
I was answering some emails, actually. To be really specific, I was writing to my publicist (aforementioned in this post) to bring her up to date on what I've done on my own, so she knows where to build from.
In addition to attending three conferences / conventions next year, I may be doing signings:
In the South, Birmingham and surrounding areas, in March
In Ft Wayne, Indiana in April
In Pennsylvania, Pittsburgh and surrounding areas, in April
In San Francisco (and surrounding areas) in August
If that's of interest to anyone mark your calendars. I'll sign Grimspace for you. And there will probably be free food too.
Yeah, you want to see a gushy fangirl? Just wait. *wink*
~Lindy
When I'm in the States I need to make the most of it.
I may never get that image out of my head.
Thanks a lot.