For those who don’t remember, my last book signing was terrifying. And when I say terrifying, what I really mean is I sat there for two hours with The Hubs and my mother and drank wine and that’s fine…but I peddled few books. And I spent a lot of money on a killer pen to sign copies with and then spent a lot of money on wine.
But, my outfit was pretty on par. Or, as the kids are saying these days: on fleek. And side note? I had to Google “on fleek” to find out what it meant because I thought it was dumb. And, quelle surprise, it is dumb. Urban Dictionary gave the example of, “My eyebrows are on fleek.” Nope, mine never are, and who came up with this crap? Bae, fleek. Seriously, people, I can embrace bodacious better than these.
In case you all forgot, I have my second ever book signing on April 30, 2016 at the Bethel Park Library, outside of Pittsburgh. It’s from 11am until 2pm and, speaking key words, jot these down:
- Free snacks
Which, look, that alone makes it a pretty snazzy event. They hooked me in with free snacks alone! I’m not the only author who will be there. You actually benefit from a room full of Western Pennsylvanian authors of several different genres. So, that’s pretty cool.
Other reasons you should come: I spent actually money on an actually banner thing with my name on it and it’s going to be less fun for only me to enjoy it.
If you already have a copy of With Me Now, feel free to bring it along and I’ll sign it. Or, if you’ve been putting off buying it, join us. I’ll have copies at the signing.
I’ll also have copies of Haunt available. Only 12 copies of Haunt are in existence right now, as it’s only available through the Paranormal After Dark ebook box set. However. I ordered 12 copies and three are already spoken for. So, if you’re just looking for Haunt, try to get there early. You know, beat all these imaginary crowds of people I’m imagining will descend down on Bethel Park.
In other news, I’m debating dying my hair a different color. I just haven’t decided what color that will be. Don’t get me wrong: I’m a fan of this weird, purplish brown I’m rocking right now. But…idk, it’s just looking brown these days. Case in point, this picture was me and The Hubs running in the Hard Cider Run in Gettysburg. My hair just looks brown and blah. Cute and perky? Yes. But I’m just not excited seeing it in action.
This must be how Trump feels.
I’m thinking it might be fun to be a red head over the summer. I haven’t had red hair–other than the Manic Panic red I rocked for a few weeks–in s e v e r a l years. I don’t know. Ugh, it’s terrible to be indecisive with hair. You know, other than the three times in my life when I’ve said, “No, just cut it all off to about here.”
At least this time I didn’t go with the Dorothy Hamill hair circa 1976 or whatever mess I had in the 4th grade. I’m telling you, I’m going to find those pictures and post them on here. I sometimes look at my mom and say, “Why didn’t you stop me??”
And boy, howdy, do I feel bad for my peers that had to see my eight year long awkward stage. You deserve a national holiday or something. Bring the boys a prize. #puttheminiskirtback
Hope to see you all (at least a few of you) there! Heck, I’ll bring chocolates. And bookmarks. And The Hubs will be there. Bonus points to any readers who get selfies with The Hubs. Many, many points. He’s elusive and super hard to catch on camera.