Huzzah! This in yesterday. That’s me…upper left-hand corner of the paper!
Huzzah! My first Huffington Post Books blog post has been published!
(As an MFA grad, I had a heck of a lot of fun writing—and gathering gifs—for this piece!)
Check it out!
This is it, folks! The big launch party for THE ART OF FLOATING. Tonight. Friday, March 28, at 7pm. At Jabberwocky Bookshop in Newburyport, MA. Right in the town where the novel takes place.
Yep, I know that the book doesn’t officially release until April 1, but Penguin/Berkley has graciously given permission for Jabberwocky to sell copies at the event. Huzzah!
I hope to see all of you there! Yes, all of you!
And if you are inclined to buy a copy of THE ART OF FLOATING and read it, I’ll be eternally grateful. This is what it’s about really…when the story I imagined and saw in my head and spent years putting on the page reaches readers. Reaches you.
Today, Sunday, March 23, THE ART OF FLOATING and I headlined the “People & Places” section of the BOSTON GLOBE NORTH!
(& guess what? There’s still time to pre-order before THE ART OF FLOATING launches on April 1! Easy peasy…links to the right.)
When you’ve got a book coming out (like my new novel THE ART OF FLOATING), you need to, want to, have to share a lot all the time. In essence, you wear a bell around your neck, ringing almost constantly so that people—hopefully ALL PEOPLE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD AND THE WORLDS ON OTHER PLANETS THAT WE HAVE NOT DISCOVERED YET—ask, “What’s with the bell?” so that you can answer, “Oh, that ole thing. That’s a just a reminder that YOU SHOULD BUY MY BOOK!”
Obviously I’m there. Wandering around with a giant bell on my neck. Clang, clang, clang.
But today, a break. Instead, a funny story about my daughter and writing…
A few days ago, my six-year-old daughter was so mad-mad-mad that I made her get out of bed for school that she said to me, “I’m going to take you to Africa and leave you with a herd of hippos! They’ll nudge you and bump you and push you around.” (gotta love the threats of a writer’s kid…)
Later that night while sleeping (during the few hours of each day that I get to remove the bell and stop yelling YOU SHOULD BUY MY BOOK!) I dreamed that I was driving inside my office at my day job in an “inside car” & what do I meet in the hallway? A red-and-black spotted HIPPO. The windows are down in my “inside car,” and every time I reach for the button to put them up to protect myself from the crazy hippo, it sticks its head into the car and bites my hand. (gotta love a writer’s dreams instigated by a writer’s kid…)
Tomorrow? Back to our regularly scheduled programming (aka YOU SHOULD BUY MY BOOK)!