No pussyfootin’ around today. I’m getting straight to the good stuff.
I am happy to announce I will not look like this before Eating Bull sees the light of day.
Last week I signed a contract with a small publisher that specializes in science and medical thrillers. So although Eating Bull didn’t get selected by Amazon Kindle Press, the visibility it received opened a new door. Plus, given it’s already spit-polished and has a book cover and reviews, a fall release is anticipated, in both e-book and paperback forms.
An additional cherry? I met with the publisher in New York recently when I attended ThrillerFest, an annual conference for thriller writers.
Yes, me the introvert.
Met with someone I didn’t know.
Believe it or not.
Granted, she was the only person I met with, but I consider that progress.
Let’s move on.
You know that tingling sensation you get when you’re about to enter a world you love? Well, when I stepped into New York’s Grand Hyatt hotel on East 42nd Street, I was so awash in it, I was practically seizing.
- Nelson DeMille
- Kathy Reichs
- Clive Cussler
- Sandra Brown
- R.L. Stine
- Scott Turow
Those authors and more were on hand. Oh, and did someone say free books? Yeah, I picked up fourteen of them. And I even got a book signed by one of my favs, Kathy Reichs, the forensic anthropologist whose fiction series was developed into the TV show Bones.
As if that wasn’t enough, I got to enjoy five days in New York City with youngest teen son. Given he’s a magician, seeing Penn & Teller on Broadway was a must. But that also means I spent more time in Tannen’s Magic Shop than I would have if I’d gone to New York alone (which in that case would have been no time at all). Same goes for Midtown Comics.
But my dear son deserved those respites. After all, he suffered these visual assaults in Times Square:
Not to mention the pain and humiliation he withstood while his mother took this picture:
But I assure you, my extracurricular photo-taking was due solely to my medical appreciation of human anatomy. I’m not a weirdo. Promise.
Okay, enough tooting my giddy horn. But between Kindle Press’s public rejection of my manuscript after a month of uncomfortable promotion (whoo wee, slap my knee, that sure as heck was fun!) and my husband losing vision in one eye, June sucked a big, fat lollipop. So I figured you’d allow me to toot a bit.
But June is gone, my book has a home, and though not resolved, my husband’s vision problem is better. So life is fine.
Well, at least until August when oldest teen son leaves for college…
Hope your summer is going well. What have you been up to? Come on, toot your giddy horn for me.
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