cheerfulI have not yet seen a stranger reading one of my books in a public place, which is probably for the best, as I'd either start to hyperventilate or give myself brain-freeze trying to decide whether I should go over and offer to sign it for them. This doesn't stop me from watching the reading material of the people around me.
Most of the people I know have either purchased Rosemary or swear that they're going to do so Real Soon Now, Honest. (Since I don't intend to check their bookshelves for proof, these assurances are sort of pointless, but they're also really funny, so I'm willing to roll with it.) My mother has probably purchased five or more, but she's my mom, so it's okay.
The page proofs for A Local Habitation have been reviewed and returned to my publisher, which means we're on-track for book two. I'm super-excited. I'm also plinking away at book five (The Brightest Fell), which is rapidly becoming my favorite in the series to date.
Because it's an anniversary, I feel like I should do something to celebrate. So, because it makes sense, I've decided to give away a copy of Rosemary and Rue. Here's the plan:
1) Comment here, telling me why I should give you a copy of Rosemary and Rue. Do you want it for you? Do you want it for your school bake sale? Have you just been dying to test the aerodynamics of a paperback book fed through a wood-chipper? (Actually, I probably won't give you a book for that last one, but I'd love to come over and watch the experiment. With someone else's book.)
2) That's all.
I'll pick a winner tomorrow. Be detailed. Be creative. Detail and creativity count. So does bribery, but that's a distant third.
October 1 2009, 17:42:40 UTC 7 years ago
"That's not helping," Charlie shouted as he held the creature away from his face. Matt re-gripped the book and swung even harder, this time connecting the side of its head and finally getting some of its attention. But the zombie being of the mind that a Charlie in its grasp was worth more than a Matt swinging a loaded book, returned its attention toward the smaller, probably tastier man.
"Still not helping," Charlie screeched louder as the zombie pulled him closer.
Matt dropped the book, snaked his arm under the rotten, slimy chin, and twisted and heaved, snapping the smaller creatures neck, causing it to die yet again, maybe, before dropping it to the floor.
Matt reached down beside the now dead undead and picked the book back up and ignored Charlie's angry glare.
"You were trying to kill it with a book?" Charlie stated incredulously as he walked up to his zombie hunting partner.
"It was the first thing I grabbed as I got up," Matt explained.
Charlie looked at the book in Matt's hands and asked, "What is it?"
"It's a book," Matt replied.
"I KNOW it's a book," he retorted, "I meant, who's it by?"
"Some chick named Seanan McGuire," Matt answered.
"What's it called?"
"Rosemary and Rue", Matt responded.
"What's it about?" Charlie asked, curious.
"Don't know yet, haven't read it," Matt answered.
"You going to take it home and read it?" Charlie inquired.
"Yeah, I think I will," Matt said as he and Charlie walked out of the room, looking for more zombies.
Since Matt already found his copy, I'd like to get a copy of my own. Zombie gore, while appreciated for the realism is not required, but will not be turned down.
October 4 2009, 17:52:28 UTC 7 years ago