Today is a very special day. It’s the birthday of a good friend of mine. He knows who he is. I would have sent him dancing girls, except that costs a pretty penny to ship….er, um, overseas. So all he gets are these lousy blog birthday wishes…
Now, one of my wondrous friends, the very famous MG Tarquini, named for an Italian alcoholic beverage, put up a wonderful post about my book. And you need to click on the comments and scroll down to #* from e. ann bardawill, that starts, “WOOT SANDRA!!” and put down your beverages. . Ladies and Gentlemen, courtesy of Liz I have a new working title for the sequel…
Dear God, I hope I never slip up and write that by mistake! Damn her for putting that in my head! And I was so excited to see the Bunions back…
I’ve blogged today over at Killer Year and you should check it out. Except for Vincent, who doesn’t do realism.*
But I also want to comment on a fantastic post Kevin Wignall has up over at Contemporary Nomad. Each of you who read those BSP posts I did back in the summer, about what turns readers off and what marketing approaches work, will find Kevin’s post on how far you’re willing to go to promote yourself very interesting. A must read for any debut author, and for anyone who’s thinking of being published some day, because these are the very real questions you might have to ask yourself.
There is also an interesting discussion starting in the comments there. This is one occasion I’m going to beg you to go elsewhere and share your thoughts, at Killer Year and Contemporary Nomad.
That doesn’t mean you can’t comment here. Just that I don’t want to steal Kevin’s conversation, but I think it’s an important one for writers to consider.
I'll be tidying up my blog links and such over the next few days. I thought it was time for a new look. What do you guys think?
And finally, a tremendous victory for same sex couples in Canada.
*Remember, that’s my definition of realism, Vincent, so that’s extreme pessimism to you.