Celebrations
So, my very first book comes out on Monday. Needless to say, I have been planning the celebration since…well, for years, actually, but that’s another story. Let’s just say an official celebration plan has been in the works since I got my release date.
Now, as Carina Press publishes on Monday, I decided to do one level of the celebration the Sunday night before. Montana and I have a great little restaurant that we’ve been to before and is perfect for this occasion (bacon wrapped figs–need I say more?) and my celebration necklace is polished and ready.
But, in the way of Life, that celebration isn’t going to happen. Nothing horrible or bad–just a nasty cold that took me out for the better part of the week, and is still working me over pretty hard. The couch has been my best friend this week, gallons of tea and a mountain of tissues at hand. Comfort reads have been utilized (Marilyn Brant, Heidi Betts, Sherry Thomas, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Julia Quinn to name a few…), Netflix has been left on autoplay, and a pillow is never far from hand for when I need to fall over into a nap.
So the celebration has been postponed until next weekend and I like to think there’ll be many more to come and, the ‘verse willing, some with you wonderful folk. Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for some DayQuil and a nap.
See you Monday.
Countdown: Where are my freaking elves?
So, three weeks until the official release of THE FIGHTER AND THE FALLEN WOMAN. I’m so excited, but I haven’t been able to throw the months-long party I’d hoped to. There’s a lot of Real Life intruding in the happy, glittery, rainbow world of my debut book release, but I am dealing…
Ahem. Where was I?
Oh, that’s right–debut and Real Life and stuff. Well, speaking of Real Life, I’m going to let you all in on a secret of the publishing industry, one that I’ve wondered about as long as I’ve been trying to be published. Ready?
Lean in close, now…
(looks to the left) (looks to the right)
Okay, I’m going to tell you The Secret…
There are no elves. Yeah, those kinds of elves, the kinds that made a gazillion shoes overnight and the kinds that made every toy in Santa’s bag–magical, hard-working, making-miracles-happen elves. They don’t come with the contract, the aren’t willed down to you by authors not needing them anymore, and they sure as hell aren’t for sale on eBay.
I’m bummed about the lack of elves, too, because I sure could have used their help in blogging, creating some kick-ass promo material, and building a robust social media platform. (And that’s just the start–hey, if I have a magical elf, you can bet I’m going to shoot the moon. For starters, I would always have my favorite tea at the perfect temperature, an unending supply! Ah, the possibilities…)
So, I will struggle through the normal 24/7 constraints us elf-less must endure. The blogs may not be as many as I’d like, the promo material may be smaller, and my social media platform may end up at Honorable Mention instead of Grand Champion, but I am going to take some time to enjoy these next three weeks. I can forgo a video trailer and the tweeting of it if it means a few minutes to enjoy this wonderful stretch ahead.
And for that? I can make my own tea.
Pamela Cayne 