Come On Down!

This post almost didn’t happen because I inadvertently feel asleep before I could reach for my laptop. I snoozed my productive afternoon hours away, and when I woke up I was afflicted with the Dreaded Post-Nap Lethargy and thought sitting on the couch sounded like more fun than, y’know, doing my job.

But sitting there wasn’t an option because even though I’m in possession of a stack of my own books, the people who entered my giveaway do not have a stack of my books, and are probably excited to find out who won a copy.

You would be so proud of me. Foggy-headed step by foggy-headed step I crossed the kitchen, unplugged my laptop, and then made a list of the people who entered, taking into account how many times they entered (people who were existing Facebook fans got an additional entry, etc.).

Then, I went to and let them pick the number. Out of 6 entrants, there were 13 entries total and picked number…


Congrats, number 8! Your real name is Daniel Siegel! I’ll send you an email in a couple minutes to get your address and then ship your book out to you as soon as I can.

For everyone else who entered, thank you for wanting to win my book in the first place. That probably sounds dumb, but the fact that you took time out of your day to enter to win my book warms my little author heart all the way down to its gooey center. I’ll do another giveaway soon.

A Giveaway For the Ages

You could win your very own copy to photograph in weird places!

Now that the first trimester of pregnancy has loosed its clutches on me a wee bit, I feel well enough to offer to go to the post office for you. In fact, not only do I feel well enough to go to the post office, I could even stand to sign my name first, and then go to the post office.

How nice am I, right?!

Especially considering I’m reading Jen Lancaster‘s book If You Were Here and having trouble tearing myself away from it long enough to do anything else. Like, you know, showering, feeding my child, laundry. The stuff I’m supposed to be doing.

So what am I saying? I’m saying I’d like to do a giveaway. I’d like to send you a free book. And not just any free book, the very book I wrote with my own two index fingers! (I don’t type properly, I’m the fastest hunt-and-pecker you’ve ever met)

This giveaway comes just in time for the holidays, so you can re-gift it to your heart’s content! Just think of it as a free gift to bring to a gift exchange, or even an easy gift to give to any gamers you might know.

The best part? All you have to do to enter is leave a comment. It can be a one word comment, or even just an exclamation point. Shoot, it can be a copy-and-pasted preamble to the Constitution for all I care. Just leave a comment, and you’re entered to win.

Additional ways to enter:

  • “Like” my author page on Facebook (and leave a comment letting me know you did)
  • “Follow” me on Twitter (again with the letting me know you did thing)
  • Tweet/Facebook about the giveaway (do I even need to be redundant about letting me know about this?)
  • Blog about the giveaway (this one’s worth two entries just by itself)
So that’s it. Five different ways to enter to win a free book. You have 48 hours. Get cracking!

Book Giveaway!

I thought I’d start this lovely Wednesday by letting all of you know there’s a giveaway going on over at my friend Brooke’s blog. She’s giving away a free book, and all you have to do to win it is leave a comment.

The cherry on the top of this free sundae? She’s giving away a copy of my book.

For the low, low price of one desultory little comment you can win a copy of PWNED for your very own reading enjoyment!

In so doing, you will not only be supporting an emerging author, you will also be actively engaging in Certifiably Awesome Behavior.

So go! Hit up Brooke’s blog! Leave a comment! Heck, leave ten! I sincerely hope the book I’ll be shipping out at the end of next week has your name on it.

It’s Here! It’s Here! It’s FINALLY HERE!!!

Great googly moogly, my book is finally available in print! It took me three months and countless proofs, but it’s done! As in, orderable. As in, you could actually be holding my book in your hands in a week or so if you ordered it today!

I can’t believe it. You guys, the way I feel when I see my name on the cover of this book is outrageous. I feel like challenging a tiger to a fistfight and adopting a million orphans and then running a marathon.

I can’t promise it’ll have the same effect on you, though. Fair warning.

You can order it in two places. If you order it from Createspace, the company that prints the books, I make more money. If you order it from Amazon, though, well, you can use your saved shopping data and sometimes convenience is more important.

Wherever you choose to buy it (if you choose to buy it), please know you’ll have my undying gratitude and thanks. I promise if I make it big as an author I’ll totally buy you a beer or something.

Anyway, you can now order PWNED in print from either of these two places:

And, of course, if you want to buy it as an e-book for your e-reader you can do that on Amazon, iBooks, and Barnes & Noble.


This is Where a Grave-Faced Face Slapper Would Come in Handy

I’m working with a printer to do the layout for my book, and I’m having the hardest time just saying yes to proofs. They look great, and I couldn’t be more excited to see my book in print, but it’s really freaking hard to tell them to go ahead and print the darn things.

Because then they’ll be set in stone done. As in finished. As in, I can’t muck around with them any more. Paul Valery once said, “A poem is never finished, only abandoned.” The same can be said of novels!

I think I’ll well and truly be done with revisions after this round, though. Honestly, it’s not like I have a problem or something. I can stop revising whenever I want to….

Just let me fix one more comma splice! Just one more! Don’t cut me off, man, these revisions are all I have left!

This is where it would be helpful to have a grave-faced man spring from the pantry to slap me across the face and tell me, “Get yourself together, woman!”

In other news, now that Aidan is almost 18 months old there’s been an uptick in interest in the contents of my womb. Or, rather, the prospect of womb contents. Womb is a weird word.

This could be because I’m not shy about saying that Wes and I will start trying for Future Baby starting next month (egads!). Or it could be because 18 months is one of those milestones where your baby isn’t really a baby any more so why not make another one?

Either way, five people have asked me about Future Baby’s timeline in the last week. Even I have to admit, I’m getting excited too. My brain knows how all-consuming and exhausting babies are, but my hormones have hijacked the joint so I guess I’ll come back to my senses in about a year and a half. I look forward to seeing you then.

Not even the grave-faced face slapper can help me now.

Between now and when a tiny fetus takes over my whole world, I plan to a) go on vacation, b) release a fun short story I just wrote, c) attend a writer’s conference, and d) write my third novel during the month of September.

September should be a fun month. I’m doing my own little NaNoWriMo during September because I have no guarantees I won’t be in mt first trimester come November and there’s no way I’m doing NaNoWriMo during my first trimester.

I guess what I’m saying is that I hope to have a brand new manuscript and a brand new fetus by the end of the year. Plus a printed version of my book. Not for the fetus though. For me. And maybe for you too if I can just bring myself to approve the fracking proof already!

Grave-faced face slapper? Do your worst.