Ack! It’s December. Did you know about this? Were you going to tell me? When were you going to tell me? Where have I been? Where am I now? Where do I need to be next? Where are my socks?
I’ll tell you where I’ve been–in the writer’s cave, that’s where. Down in the Hobbit Hole with my Gollum of a deadline mumbling ever near my ear. In the meantime, I’m trying to post a bit here and there on my Twitter (I’m @libbabray, as opposed to @notlibbabray or @thatidiotlibbabray.) And I’m going to try to get on a more regular blogging schedule in another week, week-and-a-half. Also, it is holiday shopping-wrapping-packing-and-mailing time. I hate this time. No, do NOT attempt to post your efforts at Christmas cheer. Do not say, “But Libba, it’s a beautiful time of holly and berry and peace on earth and goodwill toward all, God bless us everyone.” I say “Bah, humbug.”
But this is all beside the point. Here are things I want to tell you–there are signings going on!
* Tonight, Dec. 4th, @ the Voracious Reader in Larchmont, NY @ 7 PM
* Tomorrow, Dec. 5th @ the Brown Bookstore in Providence, RI @ 4 PM
* Monday, Dec. 7th @ Red Fox Books in Glens Falls, NY @ 6 PM
It will be a roster of yours truly, David Levithan, and Natalie Standiford. There could be finger puppets and singing. I’m just saying.
Also, THOSE OF YOU WHO WON MY CONTEST FOR HAVING YOUR NAME WRITTEN INTO A SHORT STORY: I have your ETERNAL KISS books and I would like to send them to you! So, if you could leave me a message on my LJ inbox (it’s all I have right now) with your name and addresses, that would be swell, and I’ll get it right out to you. Amanda, due to my terrible oversight, you will officially be written into the next short story, which is due…gulp…next month.
For those who’ve asked about a way to contact me, that LJ inbox really sucks. I’ve tried responding to people before and if there are parental controls, it boots me out. (And after I brought a cake and everything.) So, I’m going to be talking to my web master, Mr. Theo, and getting an email put on my website for the new year. Hoorays!
Is that it? I think that’s it. Wait, where are my socks again? I’m going to hop the train to Larchmont. Hope to see you there tonight. And stay tuned to my Twitter feed for updates.