Book signings and teaser

Despite the fact that I’m always afraid my book signings will turn out like a bad version of a Junior High dance–me standing idly around trying to look like I’m perfectly happy to not be doing what I came to do, but desperately wishing that I could be on the dance floor–I have two book signings set up this month. (Where I may be sitting idly around trying to look like I’m perfectly happy to not be doing what I came to do, but desperately wishing that I could be on the dance floor–er, I mean, signing books. Although the dance floor would be a great reprieve too.)

Here are the dates/times/places:

Tuesday March 24th at 7pm
Barnes & Noble
Desert Ridge Marketplace
21001 N. Tatum Blvd. Suite 42
Phoenix, AZ 85050

Tuesday, March 31st at 7pm.
Changing Hands Bookstore
6428 S McClintock Dr, Tempe, AZ 85283,
Cross streets: Guadalupe and McClintock

Just One Wish

It seemed like a good idea at the time, a foolproof plan, and not something that was likely to get Annika Truman, say, thrown in jail. All she was trying to do was help her six-year-old brother, Jeremy, beat his cancer. He’d been so afraid of his upcoming surgery that she was trying to use some of that “Power of Positive Thinking” everyone keeps talking about.

Annika told Jeremy that she had a genie and still had two wishes left. He could use one for anything he wanted and one to make sure his surgery went well. She knew he’d ask for the new action figure of Teen Robin Hood. It’s all he’d talked about since he started watching the TV series.

But there is no such thing as a foolproof plan where six-year-olds are concerned. Instead, Jeremy asked for the real Teen Robin Hood to come teach him how to shoot arrows. And now Annika has just a couple of days to drive to Hollywood, find the actor who plays Teen Robin Hood—incredibly hot and way too famous Steve Raleigh—and convince him to visit her little brother.

At times like this she could use a genie herself.

How you know you’re a seasoned author

I was thinking about this as I got ready for my panel last night at Changing Hands. My how things have changed since my first book event!

First book event an author does:

You have dreamed about this day for years. You spend two weeks shopping for the perfect dress. You count down the days. You have your hair done by a beautician. You go out with your friends beforehand to celebrate. Your husband is there to take pictures.

After a few years:

You buy a new shirt for the book event. Hey, it’s time you went shopping for yourself and this gives you a good excuse. You mark the event on your calendar with pride but don’t obsess about it. You make sure you color your hair before the event so you have no gray roots showing. You barely remember to take your camera so someone can snap your picture with the other authors there.

After a few more years:

You mark the date on your calendar to make sure you don’t forget. (How embarrassing would that be?) You figure what you have in your closet is fine to wear and iron something nice looking the day before. Your hair? Well, you probably can squeak by another day without anyone noticing the gray. Only a little is peeking out. When you get to the event you realize you forgot your camera and ask one of the other authors to forward a picture to you.

After 12 years:

You write a memo to yourself on your hand so you won’t forget. (Yes, it’s on the calendar but that’s no guarantee you’ll remember to go when it’s time.) You wonder if it’s possible to color your gray roots with an eyebrow pencil. You find yourself an hour before the event rifling through your closet looking for something clean. Forget the camera, if you’re lucky you will remember to zip your fly. (Because how embarrassing would that be to have you’re fly down again?)

And by the way, my fly was zipped last night, but while I was sitting on the panel I realized that I had forgotten to change my socks form when I was sloughing around the house earlier in sweats and they didn’t match my dressy shirt.

Oh well, authors are supposed to be eccentric right? And hey, Michael, if you’re reading this, forward me that picture you took of the authors so I can use it on my blog!