Blood on the Bayou magnets (big ones) and Conversations with Bearded Men

Mar 09, 2012 11:52

Ya'll.




BLOOD ON THE BAYOU is coming out March 27th. That's so fracking soon! I'm not ready. Somebody hold me or bring me a coffee or bring me a coffee and let me drink it and then hold me (so I don't spill any on you) or something.

I can't even add the book to my website because I don't know how to add a selection to a drop down menu on Foursquare. (If anyone knows how to do that, please let me know and I will entrust you with the holy password to my website and then let you add it and then I will send you pretty things and all my sweet love and appreciation. Please. Help me. I should never have gotten my site on a platform where I didn't know how to do all the updates myself. Blah. Live and learn or take the website down and put up pictures of cute baby goats in sweaters or something. I don't know.)

But what I can do is send you a BLOOD ON THE BAYOU magnet. If you read and review BLOOD ON THE BAYOU (on Amazon's or Barnes and Noble's online sites) within the first two weeks of release, and then send me an email via the contact page on my website with your name and address and a link to the review (positive or negative, doesn't matter. I don't take offense. I just want to help Blood on the Bayou get into the hands of readers who will enjoy it and both kinds of reviews help accomplish that), then I will send you a big shiny magnet. Really big. Super shiny. They're almost as big as my hand (my hand is small and square, but it would be pretty impressively sized if it were a magnet).

So go, pre-order, read quickly, review, and let me know about it!

You can order your copy at Indiebound, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, over at the Itunes store, or wherever you like to be buying boooks.

In other news, so far 34 has been THE YEAR OF DOING THINGS I HAVEN'T DONE IN OVER A DECADE. I'm back in ballet class at least once a week (and LOVING it and planning to get fitted for toe shoes in April and see if I can get ready for Nutcracker tryouts next fall. I want to be a Snowflake, a pretty pretty snowflake. Or a flower. Nothing too crazy, not a solo or anything, just a flake among flakes or a flower among flowers. But not a parent in the party scene. I get enough of that at home, yo. I'm not going to parent imaginary children. Or children who are really children, but who aren't actually my children.)

And then, last night, in continuation of the DOING THINGS I HAVEN'T DONE IN OVER A DECADE trend, I decided to go swim laps. With my sporty swim team-esque suit and skull cap/condom hat thing, and my goggles. I managed 12 laps before I began shaking all over and my pale, pale, frighteningly white winter skin flushed red in an alarming way and I sat on the side of the pool heaving and dripping until a man with a beard down to his navel asked me if I was okay and then sat down to talk with me about exercised-induced asthma and why my mother should have breast fed me, and then I told him to shush because I breast fed both my kids and they are still all heavy and raspy in the spring when their allergies act up and then I noticed him looking at my chest with this kind of dubious look because, despite the fact that I've gained ten pounds since this time last year, none of it is in my chest and the girls looked especially flat in my swimsuit, but YOU DON'T NEED HUGE BOOBS TO FEED BABIES. I kind of wanted to say that to him, but I didn't because I was like, whatever, dude, your beard is too gross to look at anymore. And then I went to the locker room and felt proud of myself for not being embarrassed about the heaving or the dripping of the breast feeding conversation. Ten years ago, I would have been MORTIFIED by all of it.

Final verdict, I like 34 a hell of a lot better than 24, even if I was a wee bit smaller and more elastic back then. I was stiff in the ways that really count. Inside. Inner stiffness. You feel me?

I wrote all of this in fifteen minutes because I have no time for blogging right now, but I didn't want to leave you hanging. So if it makes no sense, I'm sorry. Disperse and come back next week when I'll have a link to an interview with Romeo from Romeo Redeemed and the official cover reveal of the book (with the FINAL cover, in all its sparkly, hot kissing in the sand, glory.)

Have a tremendous weekend,

Stacey

romeo redeemed, blood on the bayou, i'm older now, goats are so blasted cute

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