Monday, June 30

Not done yet

Okay, this is my third attempt at a blog today. Why?


Because the other two were too whiney for me to post. So, here’s hoping third time is, indeed, the charm.


I’ve been inching along towards the end of SWALLOWING DARKNESS. I thought five hundred pages would hit it, but if I ended here it would be a true cliff-hanger. I swore never to do that. But, I’m left with wondering how many pages until I can find a satisfactory end. The book was due today. If I could finish it this week, then it’s not so bad. If I’m twenty pages from the end then it’s possible, but if I’m fifty pages, or more from the end, then this week is not looking good.


I’ve never come to the end of any book and been writing so slowly. I’m doing two pages, three pages . . . I haven’t made even my four pages over the last few days. It’s no way to write a book. My leg hurts, and it does distract me. Today, I managed to be actually sick on top of it. Okay, that’s it, no whining.


Maybe third time is not the charm. But this has been my day. Sick, tired, in pain, trying to find a place to end this book that will be satisfying, but not drive me and my editor crazy on the deadline. Even Christmas music didn’t cut it today.


On the plus side, this is my first night back up in the office to do the blog since I hurt my ankle. Jon’s taken a guest shot, or I’ve worked from the island computer, or I’ve done the blog earlier in the day. Tonight, I came back up to sit in the dark and the quiet of the office and type this. I guess that means one of two things. Either I’m hurting a little less, or my body is adjusting to the pain. Either way, you begin to feel better. Anyone that doesn’t understand that last bit, has never had an injury that didn’t quite get back to normal. Lucky you.


Anita should ache in some of the injuries. Ache when the pressure changes. Ache when you stress it. Ache when you sleep on it wrong. Ache when you over use the muscles that have compensated for the original injury. I guess, if she heals most things, that she might get to skip all the after effects, even of the scars she already has; cool.

Saturday, June 28

Christmas music in June

Just got done putting ice on the ankle. Damn, it hurts. I’ve done two pages on Merry today. We are sooo close to done. Stupid pain.


I’ve finally gotten out the Christmas music, which let’s you know how bad my concentration is today. I’m listening to AN EVEN SCARIER SOLSTICE by the H. P. Lovecraft Historical Society. You’ve got to love an album that has a sanity loss advisory sticker on it. Or, at least I do. Some choice songs: "We Wish You a Scary Solstice", "Mountains of Maddness", "Death to the World", "All I want for Solstice is my Sanity", "Harley Got Devoured by the Undead", "Unholy Night", and that’s just some of the frightening delights on this album. It’s helped cheer me up today and keep me at my desk when all I really wanted to do was limp screaming from the room and not work at all.

Friday, June 27

Splint

Got into see the orthopedist yesterday. I’m off crutches, and in a splint. She wanted to give me more pain meds, but due to stomach difficulties, I can’t have most of them. So, I’m pretty much on Tylenol. No, it doesn’t take all the pain away. The only med I can have, actually only takes the edge off, and it makes me sleepy, so I haven’t taken it today. Do I hurt? Yes. But I have five pages of Merry. The final battle in this book is well underway.


I’ve been listening to musicals for three days. For those new to the blog, that means that I’m having trouble concentrating. But the musicals are working; at least I haven’t had to resort to Christmas music in June. Christmas music is what I listen to when nothing else works. So, it could be worse concentration wise. I’m off crutches, which is better.


I thought I was doing pretty well with the crutches, but Jon informed me, that maybe I wasn’t doing as well as I thought I was doing. He described my progress through the house thus:


He said, "I’d hear you, and think, she’s doing pretty good. Then, bang, "Ow, f**ck." Then the sound of me moving forward, then, bang, "Ow, f**ck!" Just repeat that part over and over.


One of the reasons that Jon and I work as a couple is that he doesn’t let me get too full of myself, and he makes me laugh while he does it.

Thursday, June 26

Crutches

Okay, I’m on crutches. I’ve managed to twist my ankle pretty good, or pretty bad, as the case may be. Good news, x-rays say it’s not broken. Bad news, that means it’s probably soft tissue damage, which from experience I know takes much longer to heal. Though, I am really glad it’s not broken. Been there, done that, didn’t want the t-shirt.


The ankle is wrapped, and I’ve found a flat shoe to go over it, and on the other foot so I’m even. I switched immediately to a back-pack, so I can wear and carry better. Yesterday I was a little awkward but it’s coming back to me today. I will admit that the last time I had to do this I was stronger upper body wise, and I can tell the difference. I’ll look at it as a few days of upper body workout, every time I want to move anywhere. They gave me pain meds, but they, of course, make me muzzy headed and sleepy, so I haven’t taken them this morning. I have a book to finish, and muzzy headed doesn’t get that done. I’ve taken some Tylenol to get the edge off, and we’ll see how it goes. Frankly, unlike the broken leg, or the torn quadracept, I can walk on this injury. It hurts, and by the end of the day it really hurts, but it holds my weight. I think the main reason the doc made me get crutches was that he saw what I was doing. I can walk on it; I’m fine. If I was a D & D character my intelligence score would be higher than my wisdom score. Oh, yeah.


This morning I got up, looked for the flat shoes, a shirt that had long enough sleeves that it covers the area that will touch the upper part of the crutches, and my Harley riding gloves. They are padded on the palms, and have the finger tips open, so they’re great at protecting my hands, and hopefully will keep them from getting sore. And, yes, I do know that open fingertips are not protection if you’re riding the motorcycle and you have an accident, but it’s hot in St. Louis, and besides, I don’t ride. Why do I have the gloves? Because we bought boots for me and Jon, and the gloves were there, and they were cool. Leather, hmmm. But, what I thought was an indulgence, the gloves, are now really, really helpful. I’d forgotten how quickly my hands start to hurt on crutches. Riding gloves, or exercise gloves for weight lifting are good for that little extra padding.


The thing that got me this morning was how quickly I made my list, checked it twice, and knew what I needed to be good for the day. It was irritating and tedious, but oddly familiar. Anita is ahead of me on injuries that bleed, but on injuries that make you limp, I’m ahead by a wide margin. The doc is sending me to a specialist, because he feels that the pain is too much for a simple ankle twist. Lucky me.


I’ll keep you posted. I’m off to see if I can get tea in a cup and make it back to my desk without spilling anything. The last time I had crutches I was a soda drinker. They come in cans and bottles, which you can simply not open until you are safely sitting down. Hot tea, full cup, crutches . . . It’s either going to be funny, pitiful, or miraculous. The miracle would be me not spilling anything. Well, I’m off to get tea. Wish me good luck.


And, yes, Jon would come and get me tea, if I asked. So, why not ask? Because I’m stubborn, and I want to see if I can do it myself. Like I said, my wisdom score needs work. True peace lies in knowing yourself; even the parts that make you shake your own head at your own damn self.

Wednesday, June 25

Digital Comic

So, anyway, I ’m doing the blog today for a couple of reasons.


Reason 1: The Digital Comic. Marvel has put up an issue of Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter: Guilty Pleasures as one of its digital comics. (http://www.marvel.com/digitalcomics/ for the main page. http://www.marvel.com/digitalcomics/titles/ANITA_BLAKE%2C_VAMPIRE_HUNTER%7Ecolon%7E_GUILTY_PLEASURES.2006 for the actual comic. BEWARE!!! High Bandwidth!!!) It is a free issue, but there is talk of doing the series as a whole in digital form. That would be a subscription service, but you also get all the other digital comics as well. Actually its more of a "you get access to the digital comic" rather than you get a file you can view off line. Either way, it give you access to some great stuff.


Reason B: (I have my own way of numbering things.) She’s a bit gimped up at the moment, and is on cruthces. Nothing is broken, and she will explain more later.


Reason iii: (See, I told you I had my on way of numbering.) More on the comic. Guilty Pleasures is coming to an end. But fear not, Laughing Corpse is in the works and issue #1 is slated for October 08.


That’s all I got.


Tuesday, June 24

Why I don't read reviews

People keep asking Jonathon and I if we read the reviews in newspapers, or on the internet. The answer, simply, is no. Why not? I’ll quote some other writers. I think they say it better than I could this morning.


"The important thing is that you make sure that neither the favorable nor the unfavorable critics move into your head and take part in the composition of your next work."


Thornton Wilder


I’ve actually requested that my editors and agent not send me any comments from anyone. Good, or bad, I don’t need to know, because either way it started messing with my mind when I sat down to write.


"The artists who want to be writers, read the reviews; the artists who want to write, don’t."


William Faulkner


I guess if I only wrote a book every few years then I could be totally self-indulgent and read everything written about every book, but because I choose to be writing on the next book by the time one book is out, I can’t afford to get distracted.


"Responding to criticism is a foolish thing for a writer to do, and an unpleasant one. It is much better to read only the advertisements of your work and note, briefly, your royalty reports. These will tell you how popular you are. How good you are, or are not, is a thing you should know only too well yourself."


Ben Hecht


I find all of this is pretty good advice.

Monday, June 23

No revenge today

Six pages of Merry today, but no one is dead. I really thought I’d be starting the great slaughter by now. But I forgot one very important thing. Merry isn’t my anger. One of the reasons I miss Anita when I’m not writing her, and why she writes faster than Merry is simply that anger fuels me when I write Anita, or maybe more precisely my rage is exorcised through writing Anita.


Why am I angery? I’ve been angry as long as I can remember. Did it start with my mother’s death when I was six? Or does it go farther back to my father’s abandonment of us when I was a baby? Or, maybe, I was born angry. Maybe that bubbling well of fury was just always at the center of my being. It’s sort of a chicken, egg kind of question, and I’ll never know which came first.


Now, for anyone whose actually seen me at a public event, you may be surprised to hear I have anger issues, because, contrary to internet rumor, you have never seen me loose my temper. When I was a child, I had a temper, but the difference between child and adult is control. You either master your emotions, or they master you.


Merry speaks to some other part of me. Something a little gentler, a little less violent. I tried to impose my anger on this book, my need for a release of all that rage, but when it was time to write it, I couldn’t, because it wasn’t Merry. It was me, or even Anita’s solution to the problem, but this is Merry’s problem and it has to be her solution, not mine. She’s chosen a solution that is true to her character, the book, the world, and the magic system. It works, beautifully, but though I admired the scene, it did not satisfy. There’s still death, but it’s death with sorrow and not the bloody revenge I wanted. Sigh. I bet I don’t get to kill anyone tomorrow either. :(

Sunday, June 22

Bits and bobs

Pip is fine. Nothing physical anyway. We’re wondering if it’s the storms. He’s very afraid of storms, and maybe just having to deal with his fear of them so constantly is wearing him down. One of the reasons I wanted him checked out was he’s half boxer. We don’t know anything about his sire’s bloodline, and some boxer lines can be prone to cancer. So, we air on the side of caution with the big puppy. He’s five now, so he’d be about the right age for some of it, but apparently it’s just nerves. Who knew?


Jon did come back and fix my computer quandary with just a button, and a push of the mouse. I knew he’d make it look simple, but I’m still glad I waited for him. My nerves, like the puppy’s, are a little frayed. This is our first weekend home without another trip in the offing for a few weeks. It’s like I was holding my breath, just knowing I had to go out again.


I got to go to my writing group on Friday night, and we are friends as well as colleagues, so it’s always fun. Jon got to stay home and not have to do anything with anyone. Trinity is with her father this weekend. So, we’re getting to catch up on alone time. Which we both need. It was lovely seeing everyone on tour, but it’s a little big on the social for someone who spends most of her time in a room by herself. Yesterday was me working and doing no pages. Frustrating, so I did something late in the day that I almost never do. I got a notebook and sat on the couch and watched television while I made notes.


Ah! I just looked at the clock. We’re meeting friends for lunch and a movie in thirty minutes. OMG, we are going to be late. Crap!


Back from the movie, saw THE INCREDIBLE HULK. It was way fun. Lou Ferrigno had a cameo, and he’s looking dishy. There were several hats off to the old television show, which was way fun. When I was a little girl I had a crush on Bill Bixby. It was very good smash ’em up special effects, but without sacrificing character development, or story. Nice to see that some people making movies understand that no matter how special your effects are, it’s still about the story.


As I was writing before I looked at the clock and panicked, I sat on the couch and watched the telly while I wrote. I’ve tried writing long hand in other ways, but it wasn’t working. The scene just wouldn’t come. My last ditch, which I haven’t had to do in awhile, is to sit and let myself be distracted by a movie, or television show. This works better if it’s broadcast with commercials, without that, you can get engrossed in the movie and don’t write anything. The commercials seem to give the mind time to think without having to concentrate as hard on the story on the screen. It also works better if it’s something I’ve seen before, so again, I’m not total absorbed. Maybe it goes back to the old habit of doing homework while watching TV when I was in high school. But whatever, it worked yesterday. I have pages, and a beginning for this scene, and it’s nothing I had planned. I had to throw out all my preconceived notions about how things would go, and just let the characters run with it.

Saturday, June 21

Tech Purgatory

Jon and I got to have a leisurely morning. He fixed basil and ricotta cheese eggs in the egg poacher. (I was going to just write poacher there, but I had this sudden visual of a human poacher being used to make the egss. Bad visual.) We had his step dad Art over to share the breakfast. Mary had already gone out on errands. A leisurely morning is not what she wanted today. More eggs for us.


Jon and I noticed that we felt better on tour when we had breakfast, then we sometimes do at home without it. Tour is so hard physically, that if having breakfast can make that better, then we’ve decided to try it at home more often. Today was the first experiment to see how we do today. Is it worth getting up and hitting the ground running, and on week day mornings loosing the morning cuddle? I don’t know if it’s going to be worth that. At the hotels room service comes and someone else cooks. Where is that little silver bell that everyone rings in the old movies, so breakfast comes to you in bed? Honestly, Jon and I have decided that we are willing to do what it takes to make sure we don’t need permanent staff in the house round the clock. Our alone time as both as a couple, a family, and just individually, is worth the effort.


Jon is off to the vet with Pippin, who just seems off his game. Nothing specific, but the big puppy just isn’t quite well. So, off to let a professional check him out. I stayed home so I could work on SWALLOWING DARKNESS. But the computer updated something, and it turned everything off, and now I’m staring at two different files of Merry. The computer wants me to choose which stays and which goes away. I know all you techies out there would make short work of this; you’d press a button, use the mouse, and be done. I am frozen with indecision. What if I am wrong?


I called Jon and he gave me his best advice over the phone, but he isn’t here and we’ve learned that I don’t always look at a computer the way he would. Sometimes my reporting skills for computer stuff is a little odd. I’ll fail to mention something vital to my tech guru, then bad things can, potentially, happen. I don’t want to screw up this book forty pages out from the end. Nope, do not want that to happen. So, I can’t work on the computer until Jon comes back to rescue me from tech purgatory.


Darla is at her home with her family. Charles is having a birthday party for one of his kids. There’s a reason I have so many techies that I can call in an emergency, but today they’d need to see the screen and there’s no one here. Earlier in this blog, I wrote, that it’s worth having privacy not to have people working on the weekends, other than me. But there are moments, when I have the bad thought, that this kind of thing is why we were contemplating having weekend staff. But no matter how helpful it can be at times, it’s a trade-off. Having help always, in exchange for privacy. In the end, Jon and I decided it wasn’t a trade we were willing to make. So, I sit typing this, waiting for Jon to get back from the Vet’s office. I can work long hand on the fight scene. God, knows I need to continue planning. Yeah, I can do that. That is low tech enough for me not to be stymied.


I could also work on the next Anita book, but I’ll resist that siren’s song, because once I start thinking Anita it’s sometimes hard to get back into Merry’s head. Oddly, the computer that Anita #17 is on, was not effected by the update, or rather isn’t giving me hard choices. It just raised the file I needed and off we could go. Too bad this isn’t the book due next. The other computer is always a little more touchy than this one. Not sure why, maybe it’s the whole laptop verses desktop computer issue. Maybe. Regardless, I have to go work on something, while I wait for Jon to return and press a button, and make it all look so easy. Staring at the computer screen with the question, "Which one do you want to save?" does not sound easy to me.


More hot caffeinated liquid will help. Yes, that’s what I’ll do; tea.

Friday, June 20

One of those Days

I’d had one of those days when I felt like I hadn’t accomplished anything. No pages, just notes, and that restless, uncomfortable feeling that always gives me. I was doing myself no good, when Charles knocked on the door to say hello. We’d finally gotten the box from Canada, so he’d come by to pick up his stuff. He’d made me promise that if the writing was going well, that I’d just wave and get back to work. Not a problem, the writing was so not going well.


We talked a few minutes about cars. Did you know there’s a Mustang club for every color of Mustang? I didn’t know that. Like a black Mustang club, red, etc . . . We talked about guns, which had nothing much to do with the Merry scene I was trying to write. Then he had to run and finish up errands before it was time to get his kids from their day camps. Ah, summer. But, a few minutes of talking about anything, everything that had nothing to do with what I was working on, seemed to help me think better. I know this rule, but I keep needing to be reminded of it. What rule? That sometimes when the writing is kicking your ass, do something else. Agatha Christie claimed she got her best ideas while doing the dishes. Do something different, even for a few minutes, and sometimes it clears the cobwebs. To Jon and Darla I would have complained about how badly the writing was going and moaped. Most of my friends that I might call in the middle of the morning would be other writers. If they had time to talk, and were not writing, I’d have talked about writing. Talking about the scene would not have helped. I needed something different. I’d been fighting all morning not to go do something different. I should have listened to myself, but sometimes that’s what friends are for, they’re to remind you that there’s more to life than a computer and words on screen.


I was able to outline the final fight scene after the happy interruption. I rarely outline in this much detail, but this is a fight we’ve been working towards for seven books, this being the seventh. Seven books of build up, so I’ll plan this one out. Tomorrow I tackle it. Tomorrow there will be death. Tomorrow there will be pain and tears and payback. Tomorrow I’ll get to kill people, on paper, at least. I find the thought strangely satisfying. But I knew that I needed the scene to simmer overnight like a good stew.


Writing group tonight. I’m finishing up reading Sharon Shinn’s latest. One of the best things about being in the Alternate Historians is getting to read everyone’s stuff early. This was a good day for editing other people’s work, because mine isn’t ready yet. Though, I am putting a short piece through the writing group tonight. My first one in years to go through.

Thursday, June 19

Wolf Howl

I woke up yesterday with the song "The Drowning" by S. J. Tucker in my head. She sang at the Wolf Howl/signing Tuesday night, so no big surprise that I went to bed with her songs in my head and woke with the same. For all of you that were able to see us Tuesday, was it not cool?
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The only two logistical problems that I did not foresee was; S. J.’s amazing voice made it a little hard to hear people as they came up to get their stuff signed. The other was that I couldn’t dance to the songs, because I had to sit in my chair and talk to you guys, always lovely, and sign books. I had not thought how hard it was going to be to concentrate on business while she was singing. Especially, songs that I enjoy so much, and often bop around the office to. Her cover of "Fever" nearly undid me.





Jon got to dance to his heart content at his end of the table. As he put it, "The music in my head is loud enough for everyone to hear!" He had a good time at his end of the table talking to you guys and dancing. Charles, on the other end of the table had it harder. He, like me, had a job that wasn’t conducive to dancing. He was trying to be serious and do his security gig, but I’d catch him out of the corner of my eye, starting to dance in place. He’d catch himself, and stop, but what he really wanted to do was join Jon in the dance. So did I. His wife, Kathy, was able to join us again, as she did for the kick-off signing of BLOOD NOIR. This time some quip from Charles, and her, got me to invite them to share with the class. It was a comment someone asked about whether Anita could take boyfriends with her to hunt vampires with the police. I said, the police frown on you taking boyfriends and girlfriends out to hunt bad guys. Then we got the story of the one and only time Charles took Kathy for a ride-a-long. Yes, they got a call, but she stayed in the locked car, and she had the shotgun. I trust her with the shotgun and so did Charles.

Laurell Kathy Kathy and I after the signing.





So questions were answered before the signing, stories shared, then we managed to get through all the signing without Charles and I breaking into a full out dance. But it was hard, darn you S. J. and your siren’s call. We stayed on target, signed it all, then we mingled a little as she was winding up.





The song she ended with was "The Drowning", and I could finally dance. So I did. It was like being set FREE! She even did an extra verse of the song because I was dancing. Thanks, S. J.
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The reading of Anita #17 went well. Everyone seemed to enjoy it, though I had to read it with the phosphorus grenade info being wrong. I actually stopped the reading to explain that I did know it was wrong. Older style phosphorus grenades acted as I wrote, according to military advisers, but newer style phosphorus markers, act differently. I’ll change it before it goes to New York, but I’ll have to loose a cool visual to do it. But, it’s wrong, cool visual, or not, so it’s got to go. Oh, and they can call them "markers" but if you are within fifty feet when they mark an area, you’re dead, or will wish you were. Nasty stuff. Which, of course, is why it’s so tempting to play with it in a book.


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Pics of the Crowd.





The wolves howled during Pam’s talk about the Wolf Sanctuary. She, like me during a reading, stopped to let us all hear more clearly. Though she knew which howls were which kind of wolves, which was cool. Then we got to walk down closer and see if they would howl for us again. They did. They howled for us in the summer light, one day before full moon, two days before summer solstice, and we stood in the green wood and listened to the music of wolves rise around us.

Darla got this picture of Sigmund with some of the wonderful "cookies" that were available. Pretty Cool.


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Wednesday, June 18

Back from Toronto, Off to see the Wolves

It was wonderful sleeping in our own bed last night. No matter how nice the hotel, or how many fluffy pillows they give you, it’s just not home. Usually, it takes me a few days to get my feet under me when we first come off the road, but today I did twelve pages. That’s pretty good on any day, but especially for the first full day home. Admittedly, most of it was notes I wrote long hand on the plane to Canada. Anita tends to write better when I’m afraid, and this trip was no exception. So, the pages were on the new Anita book that I’ll be reading from tonight at the Howl. But I also think that I know how to do the next bit of the final battle with Merry. We’ve worked for books and books to get here, we need to enjoy it, or at least not rush.


Violence is like sex, if it’s been a long seduction. You don’t want to get to the pay off and rush. You want to enjoy yourself. You want to take your time. In this case, I want you, the reader, to feel that this battle was worth the wait. But I think, I hope, that tomorrow I can sit down to it. I think it’s ready in my head. I find that if I try and force the Merry books on paper before the idea is ready, it does me no good. I just end up rewriting the next day. Anita will help me write when everything else is stopped up, but maybe that’s partially because of how long I’ve been writing her. We’re like old friends. We know how each other thinks. Merry and I are still getting to know each other.


But twelve pages of anything the day after we get back is good for me. Especially, since we have an event tonight. That usually messes with my head, and makes it hard to write, but not today. Today, I’m strangely calm. There is that part of me that is my grandmother’s voice, that whispers, calm is bad, it means something bad is coming, like the calm before the storm. But calm isn’t bad. You can always panic when the emergency gets here, why waste the energy? Though, really you should panic after the emergency, when everyone’s safe.


Maybe part of my unnatural calm is seeing the notes at the top of the pages as I typed what I’d written on the plane. The first note at the top was, "Don’t scream," underlined three times. Next page had a serious of notes. "Don’t panic. It’s all right. You’re all right. Don’t scream. Nothing is wrong." Choice words were underlined. I’m a visual learner, so just glancing up and seeing the messages to myself helped me not to give into the blind panic. Sometimes I think I’m getting over my fear of flying, then I end up having to write little messages to myself to keep me in my seat. Insult to injury, I actually fell asleep on one of the flights earlier in tour, and dreamed of a plane crash, only to wake up still on the damned plane. That was a treat.


But I looked at those notes to myself, and I knew I hadn’t lost it. I didn’t start screaming. I didn’t allow myself to panic. I did not loose control of myself, my fear, or anything else. I’d sort of put the level of fear away in that part of your mind you box things up in, and try to forget. The notes at the top of the pages, as I typed today, reminded me. It made me have to get that fear out and look at it, like a box on the shelf that you wanted to forget, but that you just couldn’t quite make yourself throw away. Today, I’m home. Tonight we only have to drive a few miles to the Wolf Sancturary. No planes will be involved. It’s all good.

Tuesday, June 17

LKH Bit 06/17/08

Wolf Howl Reminder, Full Moon Sale (Wednesday), Blue Moon Hardback, Guilty Pleasures Comic Issue 12, LKH Interview, Blood Noir News




Wolf Howl Reminder


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The Wolf Howl with Laurell and SJ Tucker is tonight! June 17. If you didn't get tickets, you might still be able to if you call Pam and ask. Sometimes, folks who cannot come will turn their tickets in. You can get tickets from Pam Rout at (636) 938-5900.



The gates will be locked at 7PM. So be there a bit before please!





FULL MOON SALE - Wednesday


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Full Moon Sale Item - Doyle Shirt - 20% or more off regular price!

Normally priced $20-$25 on sale for $15

Prices Shown are sale prices. Also, buy a Doyle shirt and get a Comic Con Anita Shirt for One Cent! Be sure to order that below!

Offer good until we run out!




BLUE MOON HARDBACK


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Blue Moon will be available in hardback for the first time on December 2, 2008.




COMIC NEWS

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Guilty Pleasures Issue 12 will be out June 18, 2008. Try your favorite comic retailer or any of these:

www.lightspeedhobbies.com

www.comicfusion.com

www.jetpackcomics.com




NON-US COVERS


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We have some new Non-US covers up!

Guilty Pleasures Brazil

Blue Moon Italy

Caress Of Twilight Italy



LKH INTERVIEW

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If you missed the live broadcast of Laurell on the John Carney Show, they now have it available to listen on the net,

http://www.kmox.com/The-Carney-Show/1670961

Go down to 5/27/08 to find the interview




BLOOD NOIR NEWS

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Thanks to everyone who bought this one! Here are the numbers for it.

1 NEW YORK TIMES FICTION LIST BESTSELLER!

2 at USA Today overall

1 at The Wall Street Journal

1 at Barnes And Noble

1 at Publishers Weekly Fiction List



That's it for this bit!

Darla

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Monday, June 16

Canada book expo, home, and what am I reading at the Wolf Howl

Book Expo Canada was amazing. We didn't put it up on the blog earlier because it wasn't open to the public. Since you guys couldn't get in, it seemed wrong to tell you about it. They ran out of my books, so some of the book professionals at the event didn't get there in time for a book themselves. On one hand, cool, that they ran out of BLOOD NOIR. On the other hand, boo, that they ran out of BLOOD NOIR. People were so patient and had been waiting in line so long that my publisher let me start early. Thanks for the t-shirts to the women in front of the line. Very cool.


The flight home was as bumpy as the flight out. Why are there so many clouds between here and Canada? But we're home safe, and it's all good. But though the trip was great, and went amazingly well, we're pretty beat. I just put SWALLOWING DARKNESS up on the computer screen, and tried to edit it to read tomorrow. Read tomorrow, you say, yeah, the Wolf Howl. Had you forgotten about it, too? I'd planned on reading from DARKNESS, but there's a problem with that.


There is a plot point in the beginning that I took out as the book progressed, but it's a complicated plot thread, and is going to be difficult to extract and bridge the early chapters without it. I'm thinking at least two, maybe four days of work, to take it out, and smooth it all back together. The Wolf Howl is tomorrow night, unless I have a time machine I'm out of daylight to fix this book in time to read it to you all. So what to do? I do have a solution, strangely, or maybe not so strangely.


Solution, is that I have the beginning of the next Anita book finished. It's cleaner, and there are no early plot threads that need taken out. Someone here asked if it was a spoiler since not everyone has had time to read BLOOD NOIR, at least not by tomorrow. But I've looked over the beginning and it isn't a spoiler, except for one brief scene that references some events in BLOOD NOIR, it's spoiler free. Though it does reference stuff from INCUBUS DREAMS, but still I'm assuming that anyone wanting to come to the Wolf Howl will have read that book by now.


Anyway, what do you guys think? You be happy with me reading from Anita #17, since I've still got to rewrite SWALLOWING DARKNESS? I guess, happy or not, that's what I'm reading. So sorry for all the Merry fans. I do promise that when the beginning of it gets rewritten, at some point before the book comes out, we will put up a video of me reading the first sixty or so pages. So, you will get a peek early, but just not as early. And this is probably the earliest peek you've ever gotten at an Anita book. Though, if we do tape it, we may wait to put it up.


Remember though we have S. J. Tucker singing at the Howl. So, wolves, pagan/Celtic rock, a Q & A, and me reading from Anita #17; what could be better?

Sunday, June 15

A day off in Toronto

Got up yesterday morning in one of those moods where you want to bounce on the bed and go, "Get up, get up, get up. We have to go DO something." We had a free day and I wanted to see some of Toronto. I resisted the urge to do the five-year-old version of a wake-up call, managed to be much more grown-up, but it did get everyone up, and preserved my dignity. Dignity is one of the first things that goes when you go on tour together, but a girl can try.

Left to our on devices Jon and I flounder when we have a free day. It's an unfamiliar city, and the few free moments we have usually come in the middle of tour, like now, so we're too tired to research, or it just doesn't occur to us that we are really, truly, going to have free time. But Charles had been to Toronto before, so we asked him, "Where should we go?" Then there is that moment of difference of attitude. Charles almost always finds a way to have a good time when he travels, even if it's business. He just has a knack for finding fun or different things, and letting all the stress go and having fun. Jon and I, not so much. Okay, me, really not. I am a stress bunny, and that's not likely to change, but yesterday we tried to embrace the philosophy of fun and do what Charles would have done if we had not been with him.

We went to Queen's street. How to describe it? Hmm. It's got some of the flavor of New Orleans, but that's not quite it. It's as if New Orleans got together with the Village (Greenwich Village) in New York, and came up with a younger sibling, but again that's not quite it. I'll work on describing it later, but for now let's just say, it was fun. There are all kinds of shops from designer names to The Condom Shack. No, really. Didn't actually go into that store, but the name alone is too fun not to share. Queen's street is a place to wander from shop to shop, and just browse and go, cool. But we did find a shop down a flight of stairs that was way fun.

Borderline is a clothes shop, but that doesn't do it justice. This store is what Hot Topic wants to be when it grows up. It was sooo cool. The three of us had the best time shopping. The store had great clothes not just for women, but for men, too. In fact the guy side of the store was so fun, that I just stayed and helped Jon and Charles find stuff to try on. What I saw, at first, on the girl's side just didn't interest me. Then once we got the guys squared away, the gentleman that was helping us, said, "What about something for you?" I said I couldn't find anything. He said, "What about a corset?" I said, "Cool."

He found me an outfit that was both sexy, and comfortable, a very rare combination that. Okay, everything but the shoes, but the shoes kick-ass, and for club-ware this nifty I'll suffer a little for the art of it. The women will understand what I mean, when I say, that I wanted to know if the outfit worked, and all I had to do was step out of the dressing room and see the look on Jon's face. The gentleman who had been helping us, and who it turns out owned the shop, smiled and said, "You're welcome." I think he was talking to Jon.

The wonderful gentleman who helped us put the outfits together, and especially mine, had a real eye. We all had fun shopping, and got wonderful outfits. I shop like a guy, so basically, three guys shopping and none of us got bored. It was way too much fun for anything but happy.

If you guys are good we'll put up pictures of the outfits later.

Then just down the street went went into an Oakley store and Jon bought new glasses. Like I said, Queen street has lots of different shops. Then, we had to leave Queen street because we were meeting an old friend of Charles's at another store far enough away that we had to get a taxi. Northbound Leather was one of the best leather shops we've ever seen. The smell of rich, good leather wrapped you around at the door like expensive perfume. Yum. The store had everything from leather coats, to very adult leather. There was even a leather tuxedo, which made me think of Jean-Claude. There were other outfits that would have been more appropriate for some of my other imaginary friends in their days jobs as strippers, except, it would probably be a little too leather for a St. Louis crowd in real life.

By that point, I had about shopped myself out. I'm not joking when I say I shop like a guy, and I'd had about as much shopping as I could take even in a shop as fun as this one. But Charles's friend helped me persevere, and I found some stuff. One of the dresses I may actually wear to a convention this year. We'll see. Some club-ware can become hall costume, and some cannot.

Jon found some leather pants to replace a pair he had years ago, and Charles tried to be good and resist temptation. So much leather, so little time.

Then we all went to dinner at a nice Italian restaurant. Pleasant conversation, good food, and just the end of a fun day.

Friday, June 13

Canada signing

Thanks for the warm welcome to Canada last night. It was great to see everybody in person, and I've never had so many people thank us for coming out to meet and greet. The event was held at the Merrill Collection. It is a library, but it is also one of the largest and most complete science fiction, fantasy, and horror collection in existence. We got a tour before the event and it was amazing. My geek moment was seeing a first edition Dracula. The beginning of the vampire part of my genre sitting right there. Jon's geek moment was the E. E. Doc Smith collection. Charles's geek moment was Cyberpunk first edition with a mint box. The first edition Jules Verne books, yes plural, was a geek moment for all of us. That's just the highlights. Trust me, there were many more treasures.

Then downstairs for the event. They had a nice room all set aside, and chairs for everybody. So nice that you guys didn't have to stand through the whole thing. The question and answer session went well. I got lots of laughter, and some ooh-ahh moments. My judge for how well you guys are enjoying the Q & A is laughter and gasps. From the reaction, a good time was had by all. Thanks for all the questions. I hope you were as happy with the answers.

Everyone asked what we thought of Canada. Our reply was, we just got in that afternoon. We've, as usual, seen the airport, the hotel, and the event. We're hoping to see more before we go home. I will say that Toronto isn't what I expected. Those preconceived notions, they're meant to be broken.

Thursday, June 12

What's the book about?

I kept getting asked what is BLOOD NOIR about? What is the book about is one of my least favorite questions, because I've always been bad at describing something long in a short space. I'm more an essay answer than a quick quote kind of person. I am working on it, and getting better at it, but since this is a question I'm getting a lot in interviews lately I've decided to practice.



BLOOD NOIR is about friendship and love, and telling the difference even when the boundaries are pretty blurred by conventional standards. It's Jason's book, and he's been my imaginary friend since book five, BLOODY BONES. Now, yes, his first appearance was in book four, LUNATIC CAFE, but he was just a bit player to me then. I had no idea he would show up again, even once, let alone that he would be one of the most constantly appearing characters in my series. It was BLOODY BONES where Jason became a person for me. Strangely, that was also the book where Jean-Claude began to be a person and character to me and Anita, and not just a vampire that we needed to avoid.



BLOOD NOIR is the book that took twelve years to be ready to be written. Jason first appeared as a character in 1996, well, it's 2008, so over a decade of character development, growth, and just plain growing up for both him and me. Jason was always cooperative as a character, in fact, one of the least argumentative imaginary friends that I had. But he kept his secrets. I knew almost nothing about his background. Richard, who fights with me at ever turn on paper, was very open with his family, his childhood, and all sorts of back story that I've never found a way to put on paper. But Jason, my happy, cooperative, boy, never shared his family, or his childhood. He left me guessing.



Then I had this idea for a small book, like MICAH, but with Jason in it, as the main character. But after so many years, Jason wanted a big book, not a little one. I couldn't argue that he'd earned it, so we set off together to write his big book. Anita and I both realized, only during the writing of this book, how little we both knew about one of our supposedly closest friends. A real flesh and blood friend for her, and imaginary for me, but still, we thought we knew Jason. BLOOD NOIR taught me, and Anita, that we didn't know all that much. That, though Jason seemed like an open book, in fact, he'd kept most of his past hidden, at least from Anita and me. Did Nathaniel know more? They are like best guy friends, so maybe Nathaniel knew more, but neither of the men shared it with Anita. Of course, she did the girl sin, she didn't ask. To be honest, it never occurred to me to have her ask about Jason's past. He was just always there, our friend, our confidant, and sometimes lover for Anita.



By the time I finished writing BLOOD NOIR I knew more about Jason's past than I do about any one's but Anita, Richard, and Jean-Claude. Admittedly, with our vampire boy, centuries of life mean that there are huge gaps, but I do know a lot of background on all three, that I've never found an excuse to use on paper. I'm still hoping, but Jason got his book first.



I guess, it's perfectly Jason, that he keeps his past so close, and doesn't talk to me, but he gets the deep background revealed. Interesting, because the only other character that's gotten a book that was about them, with Anita sort of tagging along was Edward. The book was OBSIDIAN BUTTERFLY. Edward is another character that doesn't talk to me, and keeps loads of secrets. What Anita learns is about what I know on him. The same is true of Jason. Two, such very different characters; one assassin to the undead, and the other every one's best friend and bed-buddy, but they are two that do not share. There are others who don't, but no one that's been around for so many books.



So, what is the book about? It's about love, and friendship. It's about family and the damage they can do to you. It's about forgiveness. It's about how far you would go for one of your best friends, and what you'd do to keep them safe. Yeah, there's sex in the book, and it's damn good sex, thank you very much. But it's not what the book is about. There is violence in the book, and killing, and kidnapping, and torture. But that's not what the book is about either. People get hung up on the sex and violence in my books, but just like real sex and violence, it seldom is what defines your life. Violence can define your death, but seldom your life.



What's the book about? It's about love, and honor, and the price the innocent pay for the stupidity of others. It's about Jason letting Anita into more of his world, and taking me along for the ride. It's about a character that has been my imaginary friend for twelve years, finally being ready to tell me his story.

Wednesday, June 11

Book Contracts

You know how in your business some things are so obvious to you, that you forget that not everyone knows how your business works? We all do it, especially if we've been in the business five or more years. Somethings seem so normal, that you forget that they aren't normal to people outside of your profession.

Why do I say all this? Because, Darla has requested I do a blog explaining how book deals work. I thought by announcing the three book deal that it would kill the rumor that BLOOD NOIR was the last Anita Blake novel. It did, but it gave rise to the rumor that after the next three books, then that's it for the series. Sigh.

Guys, guys, book deals usually run in sets of three. Anita has always been in groups of three for contract purposes. Example: the first contract was for Anita Blake #1, Anita Blake #2, and Anita Blake #3. You go down the list of numbers in sets of three. So, when I finish up the new contract I just got which is #16, #17, and #18 Anita Blake novels, respecitively, we'll then turn around and negotiate for #19 through #21. Oh, and why do we count BLOOD NOIR as sixteen when contractually it's #15? Because MICAH was done as a sepearte contract, since it was sort of a suprise for all concerned and not long enough to full-fill one of the slots in the contract I was writing at the time. They put lengths in contracts for books, so the author knows what they're shooting at, and the publisher knows what they can expect. Now, it's an estimate, so it's taken with a grain of salt, but it's still in there, in writing.

Now, I've done book deals one book at a time. NIGHTSEER was that way, then they didn't want the second book, so that negotiation broke down. The Star Trek book I did, was a one only deal. Same for the Ravenloft novel. You can do book contracts for two books, four, or even six, but three is the most typical for a series.

So, does this explain to everyone that the reason the next Anita contract is only for three books, is that when I'm done writing these three, then we go back to renegotiate for the next three. It's just how it works. So, don't panic, there are plenty more books to come, but they are written one contract at a time.

Tuesday, June 10

Leave the Frantic Day Behind

I’m sitting in the dark in my office. The only light is the computer screen and some candles. I can hear the toads singing in the ponds just outside my windows, and covers from THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS is playing. Covers by Marilyn Manson and Fiona Apple to name two. It’s the second disc of the set of the deluxe sound track of the movie. The covers are even more fun that the originals by Danny Elfman. (By the way, what a great last name. Probably sucked in elementary school, but for those of us with an imagination, it’s just too cool.)

This blog will probably go out to you days from now, because I’m writing it on the eve before the final prep for tour. The last minute clothes to try on, and decide what’s going and what’s staying behind. Tomorrow is the last day to do laundry, so whatever we want dry and ready to pack, we have to decide now. I always hate that. Left to my own devices I way over pack. Jon has natural packing genes, his mother packs well, too. Charles, if he ever packed badly, was trained to think less is more by the army. I’ve found that all the ex-military people I know pack well, tight, and travel with no complaints, for the most part. They’ve had worse accommodations, and flown on planes that will rattle the fillings out of your teeth, or so I’ve been told.

I am a big baby when it comes to travel. My idea of being deprived is a hotel without twenty-four hours room service. But in the end, it all comes down to insecurity. I want to pack and take everything with me. What if I need it? As our friend, Richard, who has traveled internationally for months at a time, said, "It’s not like you’re going to the middle of nowhere. What you leave behind, you can buy there." Spoken like a good traveler, and a boy. Girls back me on this, some clothes you can’t buy "there", and make-up for those of us who have allergies can be downright problematic. But other than a few outfits and nonallergic stuff, Richard is right. He really is. I know that. I believe that. So, why am I sitting in the dark, listening to music and toads, by candlelight?

Because, when the stress gets high enough I resort to type. I find the dark soothing. I like the sounds that happen at night outside. You’ll go blind working a typewriter by candlelight, but computers make their own light. I am strangely calm, very unusual for me right now.

When I was a little girl I was afraid of the dark. But I haven’t been afraid of the dark in years. A wise person said, that there’s nothing in the dark that isn’t there in the daylight. I know from experience that daylight works just fine for violence. So, I sit in the dark, and let that tension ease. That tension that makes the chest tight and the breath come shallow. Dark and cool, and suddenly I can take a deep breath. I can go to bed soon, and climb between the cool, clean sheets, wrap my warm husband around me, and we can sleep. Sleep, perchance to dream. Sleep, and hope not to dream. Let me take this dark peace with me, and wrap it around us both, and sooth the nerves that frayed as we ran back and forth today.

I sit in the dark, surrounded by music and the singing of toads. Candlelight flickers around me, and I’m reminded that being "normal" is, maybe, not what makes me feel peaceful. I’ve been trying to do all the things that everyone else tells me will ease my tension, but it hasn’t worked. But this works, this dark out pouring of words. This strangely intimate dark. Take a deep breath, and let it out, breath in the peaceful dark, and leave the frantic day behind.

Monday, June 9

Phoenix Evening

Let’s see, we had lunch, interviews, stock signings, and finally it was time for the signing. Our driver, David, dropped us off at the library, The Civic Center Library, and in we went. The staff greeted us, and after handshakes all around, led us to the event space. I say space, because it’s set up like some of the medium size lecture halls at a college, with the teacher down below of rows of chairs. We started, as we always do, with the questions and answers. Some of you actually asked questions I hadn’t had before, or not in quite that much detail.


One of the questions was about how I had researched the bondage and submission for the books. I talked about starting with the book, A Different Loving, and ending with finding a guide to take me to BDSM events. If I hadn’t done the research, I’d have sooo gotten it wrong, like most movies and books. I was asked if I still went to events, and I had to say, no. I didn’t do public events anymore, because every time I did someone outted me on the internet, or to other people. There are two rules for BDSM that are meant never, ever, be broken. Rule one: safe, sane and consensual. You play safe, don’t get crazy, and no really does mean no. Rule two: you do not out anyone. In fact, I was taught that if someone bears tales out of school from one of these events they can get black listed. Not just from that event, but any and all events. If you can’t keep your mouth shut, then no one wants to play with you. But I can’t go, even if all I do is try to visit with friends, someone is on the internet telling that I was there, what I was wearing, etc . . . Why do I explain this here? Because three different women came up and asked about this later. Two of them misunderstood and thought I’d been black listed, nope, I’ve done nothing wrong. One, just didn’t seem to understand what I meant. So, here, in print, I hope that clears up, the misunderstanding on this topic. I did meet a woman at the Ann Arbor signing that had also had trouble in the St. Louis BDSM community with people tattling. I’m sort of a celebrity, so it makes a little sense, but apparently St. Louis has some people that just can’t keep their mouth shut. Sad.


I did my best not to pace as much as I did at the first signing. You’ve got the video to prove that I was pacing like a caged leopard in St. Louis. Sometimes the nervous energy is just too much, and I have to do something to physical it out. Petting someone works, or petting a pet, but most dogs get weirded out when someone is that tense, and petting a person, even my own husband, weirds you guys out. So, I pace. But once I saw the camera set up in Phoenix, I did try and hold more still. But, part of the problem is that my background early on was theatre. Which means that if you have a stage, you use the whole stage, and you try to make sure that the audience sees you. You play to every inch of the room, if you can, so that everyone who came to the show, gets a good view, if only for a few minutes. So, I use the stage. Which means I drive the videographer crazy. Sorry.


I’ve never been to Phoenix before, so a lot of you thanked me for not making you travel so far to see me. You’re welcome, by the way. You guys were as friendly and welcoming as the Ann Arbor crowd. It has been a great tour so far. There were some of the cutest babies at the event. Jon, even agreed, and he’s not usually a baby person. Some of you were wearing make-up to look like bite marks. The make-up was so good that the first few people, I wasn’t sure if it was fake, or real, so I said nothing. I mean, if it was an injury, you don’t comment. By the time I realized it was just good make-up I said something, but to all of you who were wearing it, good job, guys. I did see it, and it was good enough that short of touching it, or getting way too close, I just wasn’t sure.


I appreciate everyone asking Charles before they tried to touch me inappropriately. I thought, that was interesting, and good idea to find out if the security person will hurt you if you have wandering hands. He will take care of it, if I haven’t taken care of it first. After all, it’s my body and I’m closer. So, thanks for not touching me in a way that would have upset us all. No, really, thanks, I mean that. I’ve had people forget this rule over the years, mostly before I had security with me, and it’s always . . . disturbing. So, big thanks for not being disturbing.


It was another wonderful event. Thanks to all of you that came out. The three of us really enjoyed Phoenix. I think, part of it, was that we got to see more of the town than normal. Usually, we see the airport, the hotel, the book signing, the hotel, and then the airport, again. You just can’t get to know a town like that. Phoenix we had an extra day to soak up some sun, and the wonderful weather. We’d left St. Louis to storms and torrential rain. Ann Arbor we had pouring rain, too. Apparently, it followed us from home. But Phoenix was low nineties, no humidity, a cool breeze; in a word, perfect. Now, the locals tell us that it’s usually well over a hundred degrees in June there, as in 115 degrees. But we caught them in a cold snap, 92. It was a lovely cold snap.


Next stop Canada. See you guys there.

Sunday, June 8

Phoenix Afternoon

After we finished our celebratory lunch in Phoenix, then it was off to to another interview. It was a podcast called Dragon Page. As with most interviews, you have one, or two names tops, an address, and some background on what they do, if you’re lucky. Our driver dropped us off, and waited in the car.


We rang the doorbell of a nice suburban home. The inside was wonderfully neat and tidy. I am such a cluttery person that neatness always impresses me. They had a yellow-naped Amazon parrot sitting on the open door of it’s cage, very quiet and well behaved. I have a real fondness for yellow napes, since I owned one for many years. We walk in and are introduced to our hostess, then taken to the back yard where our hosts are sitting outside enjoying the lovely weather. One of the men that stands up, is Mike Stackpole. Michael A. Stackpole, who happens to be one of Jon’s favorite authors, and also, as it turns out, one of Charles’s favorites, too. Mike is one of the regular on air personalities for the show.


Mike and I knew each other when, even sharing an agent at one time. I think it’s been about nine years since we’d seen each other in person, at least to talk at any length. Jon did the whole fanboy thing for Mike. Charles played it more cool. But later they both said, "Warn us if we’re going to meet one of our favorite writers." They said this, separately, and darn near in unison.


"I can’t warn you, if I don’t know. I didn’t know Mike was going to be there." It seemed like defense enough.


But in all honesty, I’d have known to warn Jon, but though I can now order food at almost any restaurant for Charles, I don’t know his favorite authors. Touring with someone is a strange kind of intimacy. You learn all sorts of things that are usually reserved for closest friends and your sweetie, but there are entire volumes of information that never come up. Things that your closest friend, or real sweetie, would know. One of those bits of info would be favorite authors. I mean I know some of his preferences on books, but not, by any means, all of them. I told him he’d just have to give me a list of people to warn him before we meet them. Of course, that only works if I know the person will be there ahead of time. Sometimes I get surprised, too, like in Phoenix. But it was a pleasant surprise. Good to see Mike again.


The show was fun in that way of good interviews; a lot of shared laughter, good questions, and time to give more than the short answer. Besides, Mike, I had three other people on microphone with me; Michael R. Mennenga, his Wife Lorri and Summer Brooks. I think the most I’ve been interviewed by at one time was three before this. But it didn’t feel crowded, not physically, or in any other way. It was just fun. They’ve invited me back, and I’ll be happy to do a return trip.


Jon took the whole surprise more in stride. I asked him about that later, and he said, "Within the first two years of being together I sort of got used to it." He reminded me that one of the first conventions we ever went to as a working couple, he got to meet Terry Brooks, Barry B. Longyear, and Terry Prachet. I guess, Jon did get thrown into the deep end of the pool for someone who loves to read. I wonder how long it will take Charles to take it all in stride, too? Probably longer, because Jon wasn’t just going on the road with me, but living every day in a house where you never knew who would be calling, or e-mailing. The total immersion theory gets you over the shock sooner, I think. Though, frankly, there are days when I still go, "Wow, this really is my life. Cool."


Darla wanted me to mention that the radio interview with John Carney is up. Here’s the address: The Carney show for 5/27/08 (First Hour) There’s more to his show.

Saturday, June 7

Celebrating

It's up on the New York Times website. Official in writing, on the web, BLOOD NOIR is #1.

I have to say that I damn near had a panic attack last night after I published the blog announcing it. Why? Because, I'm visually oriented. I hadn't "seen" it, only heard it, so it wasn't as real to me. I think I thought that talking about it would make it less real, or something. Funny, what issues you find inside your head.

Now, it's in print, at least virtually, and I feel more peaceful. It feels more real, because I can see it. Weird, but true. How did we celebrate? All my friends, and family that we've told, want to know how we're celebrating, or, they end by saying, "Go celebrate, or we should celebrate." We should; we did.

They are cautioning me to celebrate, because they all know me. I tend to skip the celebration and get back to work. I admit that. But we did celebrate, honest. How?

We were in Phoenix when we got the news, and we had planned to celebrate that evening. Maybe we'd go out to one of the fine restaurants in town, or, well, so many ways to celebrate. My publisher would have sent us champagne but by now, they know I don't drink. Roses do not travel on the plane, but my agent Merrilee Heifitz, made sure they were waiting for us when we got home. Chocolate, too. Hmm, candy and roses, cool. But that first night, we ended up not feeling completely well, and my mood was off. None of us, and that includes Charles, wanted to go out. It was, very much, a let's hibernate feeling. By lunch the next day, I was ready to celebrate. I was ready to let myself enjoy the news. Of course, I would pick a time when we had a day full of interviews and a signing that night, so there was no time to do it up big.

Our driver, David, found us a nice restaurant nearby after we had finished a stock signing, at The Bent Cover. Hello, to Rob and Baby. Thanks for the icy mocha. Charles got to go book shopping while Jon and I signed stock. He found several books that were out of print and he was very happy to find. (Neither Jon, nor I, remember the book titles. We'd have to call Charles at home and ask. Since we just dropped him off to his wife and kids yesterday, I think we'll wait to call and ask about the books.)

But back to lunch; it was P.F. Chang's, which is a restaurant chain, but still lovely for all that. David dropped us off, and the three of us had lunch. We drank a toast to the good news, with our tea of choice. The food was good, the conversation entertaining, and I finally began to relax, and let myself enjoy the good news. Then, we got our fortune cookies. I swear to you, no joke, my fortune cookie read, "You will be very successful in your business." No, really, it did.

How cool is that? We actually saved the fortune. I'm debating on whether to frame it, and if I do, do I frame it with the page from the New York Times with BLOOD NOIR on it? Would that be too hoakie?

Friday, June 6

Blood Noir is #1 on the New York Times Bestseller List!

BLOOD NOIR is number one on the New York times hardback fiction list, it will be in the paper itself on the week of June 15th. It will be on line soon, or is on line as I type this. We are the number one bestselling fiction book in the country this week. We're #2 on the USA Today list behind THE LAST LECTURE, which is nonfiction. Which means we are the top selling fiction book in the country right now. I'd hoped, but these kinds of numbers . . . what can I say, but, wow. I know I should be all cool about it, and say something witty, but my honest first response when my editor Susan called to tell me, was, "You're shitting me."

Yeah, that was what I said. I couldn't believe it. I'd let myself want it, and hope for it, but to actually get it was amazing. There are some pretty heavy hitters on the list right now, so I was almost afraid to hope too hard. You know, the harder you hope, the more you want, the bigger the let down if you don't get something. But we did get it.

I was excited, and beside myself, and damn near dazed with the news. Now, we just got off a plane and are home. We had an incredible event in Phoenix. I'll blog about it in more specifics later, but tonight's blog is about the news. BLOOD NOIR, Jason's book, is number one. How cool is that?

Thanks to everyone that bought the book. I wrote it, but it is on the list because you guys are buying it and reading it. From me and my imaginary friends, thank you.

Wednesday, June 4

Ann Arbor, Michigan

Thanks to everyone that made us feel so welcome in Ann Arbor, Michigan last night. Estimates at the crowd are anywhere from three hundred to four hundred.

We ended up icing my arm for a little while in the middle. I answered more questions while I did it, which gives you, the fans, a little more time, while I do what needs doing so I can sign again the next time.

I've been skaving off from the weight lifting and I've really felt it in these first two events. I've promised myself that by the time the next book comes out I'll have hit the gym faithfully and be able to do the signings with more robustness on my arm's part.

We saw several faces from the last time we were in Ann Arbor. You guys helped us figure out that it was 2003 when we were in your lovely town last. So, it has been awhile. We saw a lot of faces we've met around the country, but we also saw a lot of first timers. People who've been reading the books for years, but hadn't been able to make it to a signing. We met people that had only been names on My Space. We also met people that just found the books in the last little bit. So, welcome to everyone.

We got out of the event around a little after 11:00. Then it was time for us to stumble back to the hotel, get something to eat, and try for some sleep. Tomorrow night, we'll be in Phoenix, Arizona. See you there.

Monday, June 2

We've been Wanged

The world can be a cozy, little place. Fans made me aware of the comic and news bit below, as my husband, Jon, was listening to the pod cast that Tycho mention in the same news bit. It was all even funnier because we were listening to their stuff as they were blogging about ours. [Jon here: I Apologize for not getting the format fo the PA post perfect. I’m a little busy getting ready for tomorrow’s flight.]


Tycho

Literature

Monday, June 2 2008 - 12:00 AM

by: Tycho


Yes, it’s a real series.


Presented here, without comment, are real things from the Wiki synopsis of same. They are real. Technically I think that makes these spoilers, but I hope that exposing you to small, inert portions of the series is something like an immunization. Imagine that each note presented here has a toothpick in it, and should be eaten in a single bite.



  • In the tenth book, Narcissus In Chains, Anita "develops the ardeur, a rare power seen only in vampires of Jean-Claude’s bloodline, after Jean-Claude used it to "feed" through her. Although this power allows Anita to draw energy from lust, it also requires her to have sex multiple times per day, at least in its early stages."


  • Also in book ten, it’s crucial to note that Anita "accepts ... her romantic relationship with Richard is finally over. She is still the Lupa of the Thronos Rokke clan, but also becomes its Bolverk."


  • A blood test at the end of book thirteen reveals that "whilst she is not a lycanthrope, she is a carrier of at least four types of the lycanthropy virus: wolf, leopard, lion, and one so far unidentified but potentially tiger."


  • In book fifteen, "Anita also leaves her former allies, the werelions, to potential death. At a point where Anita and many of her other allies were injured, she asks to have sex with the werelion Rex Joseph so that she could gain the power to heal without the Munin. The Rex refused because he is married and values being faithful to his wife. Also there were rumors spread about Anita by the lions she refused because they weren’t powerful enough for her inner lion."

I am about to talk about tabletop roleplaying. Technically, that should put me below Anita Blake author Laurell K. Hamilton in the Geek Hierarchy, but her sins are grave. Some of her sins literally involve graves. Hopefully I’ll squeak by.


We’re putting up the adventure we played a couple weeks ago as a series of podcasts, which Gabe mentioned. Playing D&D with Gabe and Scott while they drew the adventure scene by scene was something I never expected to happen, ever, and I’m glad that we were able to put this thing together. Once he figured out that you have a lot of say in the kind of game D&D is, he began to enjoy it a lot more. Our average level of experience at the table and the fact that our party size was a little low created some problems for us mechanically, but it’s something I would kill to do again. Gnolls, preferably.


The system is very different than previous iterations, in my opinion wonderfully so. Third and three-point-five are clear iterations of previous efforts, and by comparison fourth packs up the old ways very tightly and then kicks them through the uprights, scoring in the process. This took a long time for me to get my head around. Clerics that heal allies by hitting enemies? Spells cast at will, and not from a memorized list? They broke with bad traditions while retaining the iconic stature of the classic archetypes - but these aren’t the classes you remember. Or the races.


Those who crave the simulation elements of the game will be able to pick up on a rule or two, but we were a group that was going to naturally lean toward the story side. Hopefully you’ll still find something in it to savor.


(CW)TB out.


burned down like a written sin


As for sins of geekiness, well I’ve married twice, both times to gamers. Of the men I’ve dated I think only three haven’t been gamers. There’s just something about gamers that almost guarantees they are imaginative, well-read, and just plain bright. All qualities that I really like in a man. It helped that I was a gamer, myself, in the day. But as I sing the praises of gamers, let me add one note of caution. Make certain your gamer would rather spend time with a real, flesh and blood girl, than the square-headed girlfriend. (the computer.)


Most gamers are nice, red-blooded, and eager, but you do get the odd one that would rather game than date. Avoid those, and geeks rule.


[Jon again: I’ve loved PA for a long time, and I’ve introduced Laurell to the joys of PA. Her favorites? The Turkey Trilogy & Armadeaddon: Dark Genesis. Follow both story-lines to their end. Its worth it.]

Art, Death, and Comedy

Jason Pollock passed away, as most of you already know. He was a giant of art in this country and in the world. He helped define the modern era. But he was someone I admired from a distance. There is power in his art, but it captured my mind, not my heart. Art touches you in different ways. Some of it goes for your emotions, for me Pollack's art hit my head, not my heart, but you couldn't look at his art and not have it impact you somewhere. His passing, seems to diminish things.




Then Robert Aspirin died, and that was closer to home. His MythAdventure books were some of the first books that my ex and I shared. We didn't read them to each other, but we traded them back and forth. Dueling bookmarks, until one of us gained a head of steam and devoured the book making the other wait. We were poor college students, or just after college, still poor, so we couldn't afford the luxury of buying a book a piece.




I heard Aspirin read from one of his books at a convention. I no longer remember if it was Capricon, or World Fantasy, or even, the World Science Fiction Convention, but I remember the reading. He did voices for his different characters. A talent that I still have not mastered, and have pretty much given up on. The book was one of the MythAdventure books, so it was funny to begin with, but his reading made it funnier. He had that comedy timing down. It was a wonderful experience, marred only by the chain smoking that he did. I hadn't seen that much smoke outside of a busy bar. I sat near the back, and breathed in the smoke, as did the room full of other people. We all thought hearing him read was worth the smoke. It was. This was before I got allergy induced asthma, now I couldn't have sat through it, and breathed.




My ex is reading the MythAdventure books with our daughter, Trinity. I haven't told her that Aspirin passed away. I read hundreds of books and didn't know the fate of their author, and I think I'll leave it that way. A little piece of joy has gone from the world to know that there will be no more Robert Aspirin books.




They say that deaths go in threes, and sometimes they do. Number three on this list is Harvey Korman. Remember him from the Carol Burnett show? I loved that show. Every Saturday of my child one of my priorities was being able to watch Carol and the gang make us all laugh. Harvey Korman was the long suffering straight man, except as with all the best straight men, he was hilarious, too. Would Tim Conway have been so funny without Harvey to play off of? Maybe, but Harvey Korman was a perfect comedy foil for Carol Burnet, and Tim Conway, and Vicki Lawerence, and all their guest stars.




One of my daughter's favorite movies stars Harvey Korman. "Dracula: Dead and Loving It," is written by Mel Brooks, who also plays Van Helsing. Harvey is his usual understated self, and it just flat works.




I don't know if I have the words to tell you what the Carol Burnett show meant to me as a child. The whole Saturday night line up back then, was magical, but it was her show, Carol's show, that really made the weekend for me. I understand why people think they know the actors on television shows so well. It is an illusion, because they aren't their characters, or their television persona's, but I remember that feeling that Carol, Tim, Vicki, Lyle, and Harvey, were my friends. They made me smile when I was down. They made me feel better about myself. That is magic, not the grab a wand kind, but magic all the same.




Jason Pollack made the world a bigger place for me. There was something about his art that just made my mind think things it hadn't thought before, and see things in ways that I hadn't seen before.




Robert Aspirin made me laugh, and helped bring my first husband and I a lot of joy. It actually helped make us a couple, our shared love of his books. Now, our daughter is discovering them, and the happiness just keeps going. Aspirin said, in an interview that the MythAdventure books were inspired, in part, by a marathon of Bob Hope and Bing Crosby road movies. Is there any happier beginning than that for a fantasy series?




Harvey Korman never knew me, and even if he had lived another hundred years, we probably never would have met, but he was my friend when I was a little girl. His talent made me laugh, helped me like myself better, and see that you didn't have to be perfect to be loved. Does that seem too much for a comedy show? It isn't, or wasn't for me. Every Saturday night, that magic box in the living room had my friends on it, and for an hour a week things were better.




Fair winds and a following sea to all of you guys. You are all missed by people you either never met, or wouldn't remember. But we remember you, with fondness and respect for your talents, and your gifts to us all.

Sunday, June 1

Fan Video

One of the fans recorded the Q & A at the first signing with a PSP. It's amazingly good video quaility. Technology never ceases to impress me, intimdate me, but still impress me. Since we didn't record it, we were okay with her putting it up on her website. Here's the address if you want to see what you missed.
Laurell K Hamilton Book Signing 05/27/08 Part 1-4
Laurell K Hamilton Book Signing 05/27/08 Part 2-4
Laurell K Hamilton Book Signing 05/27/08 Part 3-4
Laurell K Hamilton Book Signing 05/27/08 Part 4-4