Don’t Panic! That is my watch word today as I’ve got a tell-all interview and tour news for you.
Firstly, the deadline to vote in the grudge match between Atlanta (The eagle) and Minneapolis (The space man carrot) for that last tour spot has been extended a week due to holiday slowdown on the Internet. If you know someone in the area who reads my books, ask them if they are going! Minneapolis was ahead the last time I looked. It includes shipping the book to you so you don’t have to wait to start reading right away.
To vote for Minneapolis
To vote for Atlanta (Decatur)
And secondly, I’ve got some juicy Trent/Rachel gossip over at the Harper Voyager Books blog today where I answer a few questions and settle a few concerns over the possible ending of the series.
Let me know what you think . . . :-)
I did an interview this weekend with John Raab for Suspense Magazine, and it’s already been archived! You can listen in to our chat about the urban fantasy genre, what has changed over the last decade and what hasn’t. Suspense Radio Inside Edition Nov 3, 2012 John talks for about 30 minutes about the perils of largely unedited books being published electronically, but if you want to jump right to my segment, it starts at 29 minutes.
My weekend was busy with the last of the leaves finding their way to the curb and hitting the stores for the Halloween and fall decorations that had been reduced to the point where they were cheap, cheap, cheap. Got a new wreath for ten bucks instead of 60, and my inner spendthrift is very happy. I also had a chance to spend some time with Guy, which has been in short supply the last month or so.
Tomorrow there will be no post as I will be allocating my usual morning internet outreach time to vote. In my effort to keep all comments at the drama box as non partisan as I can realistically make it, I will only say that Tuesday night is going to be fun as Guy and I continue our tradition of a TV picnic as the results come in, with a little bubbly, a little cheese and crackers, and since my parents are coming over, a little pickled herring. (I never get it unless my dad is around.) I am going to pig out, and Guy is going to color his map blue and red. I only hope his pick wins as he’ll be the devil to live with if he doesn’t. I’m trying not to get worked up about it, but I have an unhealthy trust in lofty ideas triumphing over small-minded and petty. (Got a little Rachel in me, I guess.)
Don’t let them stop your voice from being heard with long lines or short schedules. I bet more than one of you out there has stood in a two-hour line to ride a sixty-second roller coaster. It’s the one time in this stupidly unfair life when money doesn’t matter.
It’s an amazing feeling–standing in that booth and knowing that what you just did has the same power as your boss, or your favorite movie star, or the artists in your favorite band. You just gotta get in there. And when it’s done, hesitate and breathe the feeling in before you walk away. It’s incredible.