(I have that outfit. But you should have titles in Old English typeset on your beaters.)
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
The situation just went into the stratosphere.
Off the phone with Daymond and
1. He's flying me out to Vegas to trail around on the trade show floor during Magic. Fubu's picking up the tab.
2. We're arranging a meeting with his Hollywood guy, Mickey, during WorldCon (when I'll be down the road in Anaheim anyway), to discuss the pitch to the studios.
3. We're walking into Mimi Valdez's office at Vibe with the pitch for "Yo Mama Don't Dance", serial articles about this whole thing. Should be a slam dunk.
(deeeeeeeeeeeeeeep breath)
4. Arranging a sit-down with Montel to discuss, among other things, THE KINKAIDS. Meep. Meep.
5. Oh, and pitching Oprah. That too.
Also got off the phone with Daymond and my email lit up; my so-called publicist at SMP, saying that Book Passage (where I met Mr. Clinton, oh my!) has requested an event with me. So there's a nice local Cruel Sister signing in the works.
I knew you when! I knew you when!
I knew you when! I knew you when!
I knew you when! I got to give a burb for your first book!
deb, that's awesome! I thought it was in the stratosphere before!
Pitching Oprah.
Holy cow.
You fucking GO, girl!!!!
1. He's flying me out to Vegas to trail around on the trade show floor during Magic. Fubu's picking up the tab.
Oh, now, knowing how you feel about Vegas, that's just the icing ganache on the cake.
Heh. Nic says he wants to come down for that one too - he wants to scope out the tech.
Deb, that is ... nope, I'm out of words, and have progressed straight to "Squeeeeeeeeee! Yay yay yay yay!"
Ooooh, you get to go to Magic. If you can, could you please make a minion/assistant -type grab catalogs from the gothy/alternative companies for me? I really do need them for research, not just for going Oooh Shiny at.
I really think an old-fashioned rocker's view of the modern hip-hop scene would be fascinating reading. Heck with Vibe, run it past Rolling Stone, too.
Not to feel like the Ancient Mariner and his albatross, but I'm glad you'll have ita backing you up at the clubs. Daymond's name should be sufficient to keep the twits at bay, but I still expect some jackhole to make a fuss about his story being written by Deb.