October 2006


am I? Look at your weather map. See that blue spot of blizzard over Colorado? Yep, I’m there. Smack in the middle of it. So far, in this effort to help both of our sons move here, we have had:

1] trailer brakes lock up and over-heat (while carrying another truck on the trailer, plus a four-wheeler on the same trailer)…

2] which made the truck brakes start smoking as we were going down a steep incline (which meant get off the road or crash)…

3] which lead us to have to pull off and stay at an ass-crappy hotel…

4] which lead to everyone having to unload things and haul them the rest of the way over the mountain, but I got to stay at the ass-crappy hotel and watch the truck…

5] which meant no transportation, and the water tasted like soap, so no water…

6] which lead to a short bout of altitude sickness (whereupon my family returned with water)…

7] but there was entertainment! when the couple checked in next door and began banging and banging, and geez, there was some energy and noise, louder than the TV…

8] and so we packed up and used my son’s truck to go to a town much closer to where my son’s going to live, and now there’s a blizzard, a freak blizzard at the end of October.

We need to hurry up and get home before I manage to blow up the state.

Well, I can’t seem to shut Bobbie Faye up.  Shes now writing her own (bad) advice column over on her own myspace page.  Pretty soon, she’ll have an official Bobbie Faye page up, but for now, she’s only terrorizing the myspace world.  Check it out here and if you have a crazy advice question for her, feel free to post in the comments section.

You know, there’s this amazing delight at this, the final stages of the book’s design process. I’ve held the bound copy with my name on it, I’ve now seen the interior design, I’ve got an inkling as to what they’re doing for the cover art and I’m happy with it, and it all makes the book’s existance all the more real.

So of course, the nightmares begin.

Allison told me I couldn’t start getting nervous until I held my book in my hand (taken from the box of copies the publisher will sent to me). Well, I am afraid I am breaking Allison’s rule. (Actually, she said this some time prior to ThrillerFest and then again at the con, and I was already a little nervous then.) The really great thing about my journey is that it took a long time to get here since, when I sold it, the book wasn’t even written. The long interim gave me time to learn a lot about publishing and develop some ideas for some marketing I’ll do (like creating the book video) — things I wouldn’t have had time for if I hadn’t had that writing time last year. The really nerve-wracking thing is that it’s given me a whole lotta time to think.

Always a bad idea.

I’ve thought of just about every way I could plant face-first into failure. There are eight million, nine-hundred thousdand and sixty-three. Yes, I counted. And really, there’s just nothing I can do about it, there’s no way to reassure me (because you know, I know this is just a part of the process). I know that, so I just shove the image away and get back to the next book.

I really would like to stop worrying completely, but what if worrying is my super-power? Huh? I mean, how do you know for sure it’s not? See?

Wooo!  I just saw the mock up of what the interior design of the book will look like, and I’m completely jazzed.  I hadn’t realized how much work went into that, and I am so thrilled with the way it looks.  It’s as if my editor and designer were inside my head and knew exactly what I wanted.

The cover design is coming along.  They’ve tried out some ideas and my editor and I have been talking about them and we’re so in sync, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be happy before all of this is over.  I can’t emphasize enough how amazing it is to work with people who are including me in this process, when that’s just not the norm.  I honestly haven’t offered much in the way of suggestions because these people know what the hell they’re doing.   I can’t wait ’til that moment comes when I can post the cover art.  Really really can’t wait.