Happy New Year everyone!
Just a quick invitation; come hang with me:
Bree Despain's official launch party is tomorrow, Saturday, January 2nd, at 3:00 p.m. and you are all invited! The more, the more crowded! (I was gonna say the more the merrier, but that is so very cliche). It will be at The King's English in Salt Lake City. (In the neighborhood of 15th and 15th.)
In case you haven't noticed, Bree's book is kicking some serious arse, so come meet her before she gets so famous she has to get bodyguards, and an entourage (besides her writer's group), and she becomes reclusive and writes a bunch of books only to shove them in the top drawer of her rolltop desk.
You may have heard a rumor that she spent last week puking her guts out, or that she almost burned down her house, but I can assure you these are just that... rumors that happen to be very true.
I don't think she's puking anymore, and even if she is, and she pukes all over your book, think how much more valuable that book will be!
Okay, I think I'm officially in trouble. Anywho, I'll be there, and I would love to meet some of you in person if I haven't met you yet. (That sentence was embarassingly clunky. And seriously, no one should ever use the world "embarassingly". Stephen King would be so ashamed.)
Speaking of which, I spent much of yesterday re-reading Stephen King's book "On Writing", which is a fabulous memoir/instruction manual as to the craft. If you are a writer, and you haven't read it, read it. (Thanks to Nikki M. for reminding me about the beauty of this little book).
My favorite little nugget about inspiration:
King advises to keep to a writing schedule. Every day, at the same time. He goes on to say...
"Don't wait for the muse. As I've said, he's a hardheaded guy who's not susceptible to a lot of creative fluttering. this isn't the Ouija board or the spirit-world we're talking about here, but just another job like laying pipe or driving long-haul trucks. Your job is to make sure the muse knows where you're going to be every day from nine 'til noon or seven 'til three. if he does know, i assure you that sooner or later he'll start showing up, chomping his cigar and making his magic."
I love that.
Update on the New Year's Melancholy:
We went to my sis-in-law's for a party last night. Kid B (whom we lovingly refer to as our sickly child) instantly developed a rash. I don't know why. Probably someone in the room looked at him wrong. Or maybe he saw a picture of a peanut. (He's allergic).
Anyway, I took him home to fester in his own room, and Kid C and Sam stayed at the party. So, in a fitting twist of fate, I was alone on New Years Eve, reading a book. And it was seriously the best New Year's Eve ever.
How was your evening? And are you coming to the Dark Divine party?
p.s. I'm thinking my blog needs a new look. Any suggestions? Hearts? Puppies? Bladders?