| 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?
| There is no fucking you, there is only me
||[Jul. 3rd, 2011|03:25 pm]
Oh hey, who just sold a fucking vampire book to her publisher?
God, Liam. You fucker. You wonderful fucker.
Thank you. Seriously. Meghan, Mark, Maureen, Ahalya, Dana, Keli, Reenie, Jen, Sue, John, Laura, Hayley---
Fuck. So many people helped me with this. I know I just forgot someone important. Ten fucking years. Ffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
(Priorities are rearranging themselves. After Res, back to James. Now I can totally justify wallowing in vampire awesome AS MUCH AS I WANT TO SO THERE.)
Barbecue plans today with Carolyn, Carlo, and his kids. If we can get a grill to free up out there in the park. I have faith.
Champagne in the fridge. Vampire Awareness Week.
Jesus, I'm gonna cry again. Look at this sappy fuck.
| took a look at myself and it wasn't quite right
||[Feb. 26th, 2011|02:45 pm]
I am getting fucking audacious!
So I had this idea a while back that Scripped should have its own domain name, but I didn't want to do something stupid like "scrippednovel.com" or something. Okay, that's not STUPID, but it's not exactly what I'm looking for, if you know what I mean. So I've decided that the tagline for the novel is "You can never go home", because, uh, that's what it's about. He tries and tries to get home, he gets there, and then he tries and tries to get back. Welcome to Faerie, my friend--once you're here, YOU CAN NEVER GO HOME.
Anyhow, that should be the .com, right*? Right!
...only I went to do it last night and someone had already bought it. Bugger.
To make a long story short, I realized sometime shortly after that there were domains that ended in .me. Now, normally, I don't like weird ass domain extensions... uh, except, in this case:
Yep. Try it.
Ta-da!! See, that's awesome.
So anyhow, I have plans for that page. Once we get about 3 months out from release I'm going to rework it so it's not recognizable as a kvtaylor page. You know, upload my own html thingie and all that. It'll just have quotations and fucked up shit about faerie and Appalachia for a while, creepy shit like that. (I even had the audacity to ask Terri Windling if I could use some of her quotes from this article just like I used the wiki quote. She'll very likely say no, but man, she says it so well. What harm is there in asking?) And then about a month out, I'll add in the artwork and some other shit. Etc etc until the release.
Well, for now it's staying as it is and I'm not making a big deal about the domain--it's there and masked and that'll do for now. But it'll be awesome to print up my little bookmarks (I have art!! And dude, it's the back of Jonah and Sela, and every time I look at it I get shivery because SELA IS SO CREEPY EVEN FROM BEHIND OMG) and just put http://youcannevergoho.me on them. Posters and shit, too. I will flood the coffee shops and indie book stores, dammit!
Okay, it's goofy. But I like it, goddammit.
*Yes, I do realize it should say "Scripped" in the address somewhere. Look, I'll work with the SEO optimization, it'll come out in the wash, really!
| Please stop loving me (I am none of these things)
||[Jul. 1st, 2010|06:13 pm]
Please check out my-- er, over Henry-Jamesified historical dark fiction short, The Horologist at this quarter's New Bedlam Project, y'all!
Thanks to John for the loads of help on it!
If you like it too, feel free to make me feel cool by posting a comment there at the mag or over at my author blog entry on the subject. You know. I mean, just-- if you wanted. Right.
Seriously though, I had a lot of fun writing it. And not just because I was on a train to see Reenie/The Manics and/or drinking coffee listening to random Columbia grad students argue while hammering out the first draft. (Though that helped, admittedly.)
Also, this is my husband's favorite story of mine. Random fun fact, right? Er, yeah.
| spill my guts on the wheel
||[May. 23rd, 2010|12:34 pm]
The mini-vacation/visit from the frozen north-types was relaxing and just the thing for me. I hope they enjoyed it, because it certainly staved off that initial "Oh god I just finished a book and now it's quiet and lonely in my head" feeling. Though it did creep in now and then, it hardly had time-- and that was amazing.
Plus, we just had fun.
Caught up with most business-stuff. Other stuff as the day progresses.
Now I plan on devoting myself to video games for the next few days almost non-stop.
I signed my Belfire contract today, so I put up The Official Announcement on the author blog. Yay!