| but all her looks were too sad
||[Jul. 28th, 2011|02:19 am]
B: Why don't you go get a bottle of Jameson?
Me: Nah, let's wait til next month. Already tanked two bottles this month between us.
B: I know, but I know you're freaking out today. Thought it would help you.
Me: I know that's why you offered. You're the best!
B: It's true.
(on the phone)
Me: I will send you chapbooks!
Tara: Are they signed?
Tara: ... personalized?
Me: Uh, no. I mean, I didn't know who'd end up with them, so, uh... I just... um...
Tara: (A very stern, disapproving--) Hmmm.
Me: Are you about to demand that I write something in yours?
Me: Okay. I will.
Tara: You better, dammit!
Hey, you can pre-order my book now, if you feel so inclined. Here's the link. Won't cost anything until they're actually ready to ship next month, so yay. And stuff. I'll give you a free chapbook if you do. Here's the link to tell you how to get it.
Oddly enough I've only got like 11 chapbooks left. I did give away a few there at the start as thank yous but... weird. Well, I reckon most people who were excited to pre-order got it done right away and stuff. Plus I reserved a few for people who wouldn't be around for the pre-order day like Cory and Cate and all that.
But still. Wonder if I really will need to break into the con reserve? Not that I'd complain if I did!
One step closer to real, innit?