quick book news
So a woman from The Houston Chronicle calls to see if she can do a “profile” on me, because her editor read somewhere that I’m a local-girl-makes-good with a book deal and all. So, of course, I say yes. And she asks if she can put an excerpt from my upcoming book in the article. And, of course, I say ye– uh, um, I don’t know, let me ask my publisher.
So I ask my publisher, and my publisher says, “I don’t know I mean that’s groovy and all that you’re getting all this publicity but I don’t know I just wish, you know, I mean I just don’t want to take away from… I mean, are they gonna wanna talk to you again when the book is actually for sale?”
(Because, you know, my book’s not for sale yet. It won’t be until maybe next fall. (At the latest.) (I hope.))
So I said, “This isn’t a flash in the pan, Marina. This is a slow build-up. By the time the book is actually for sale, people will be lined up around Barnes and Noble with sweaty palms and peed pants.” And she seemed to accept that, and she said it was all okay.
What she doesn’t realize is that I have a plan. A publicity plan.
The week before my book goes on sale, I plan to start dating Anna Nicole Smith.
Either that, or I’ll run for governor.
Either that, or I’ll just bribe people. I’ll bribe them to stand in line and make me look good, just so my publisher won’t regret letting me give an excerpt to a journalist.
