Good luck, deb. It really seems like you're asking for something perfectly reasonable, so it should work, but I'm new to this.

And did you find a place to do the reading/signing thing in Seattle yet? IIRC, B&N didn't work out.

Susan, we're still waiting on B&N Seattle; they have a policy of not scheduling events between Thanksgiving and Christmas generally, but Rachel is letting them know that Seattle would bring in a bunch of people, so we'll wait and see.

If not, we'll try for a Borders reading.

There's also Third Place Books and the University Bookstore....

Boyoboy, do I love my husband.

He's just gone off to cafepress and created a page of "Weaver" mechandise. Unfortunately, we're still awaiting permission for usage of the cover on anything but postcards, but he designed a logo for Ringan's band - the Broomfield Hill Quartet - et, voila!

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He forgot to take the mug off. Oh well. I should have the OK on this within a day or two; it's been specifically requested.

I'm going to order something like three dozen teeshirts with the cover on the front and the reviews on the back, and give them as prizes at readings.

Also gonna wear one, you bet.

I was just editing the scene where James and Lucy have a stupid quarrel, largely because James comes home from a long day of travel utterly exhausted, and Lucy is busy getting ready for a party instead of fulfilling the welcoming wife by the fireside role he'd envisioned, since after all she wasn't expecting him home for another two days. So they bicker, bicker, and bicker some more.

DH comes home, meanwhile, having wrestled several examples of stupid Seattle drivers, one of which led to a near wreck, and feeling utterly overworked and frustrated after a long day. I noticed, but was torn between offering comfort and getting to a stopping point in my editing.

We bickered, bickered, and bickered some more, but ended up laughing about it, and he's now helping me cook dinner, since he's teaching me to not overcook meat.

I like real marriages, don't you? In fact and fiction? Such fun.

You mean, you don't just drop everything to chop veggies? Television lied? Well, damn.

"Choppin' BRAH-CO-LEEEEEEEEE!"

(one of Dana carvey's finer moments)

Oh, thank dog, other married people were bickering tonight. I wonder if I can blame sunspots, or if it's just us being people?

Hi, I'm amyparker and I've only come in to wish Deb (and through her, her agent) luck in negotiating the contract: we did the "earn back your advance first, geek boy" routine on DH's last two books, and 'twas a pain in the nether parts.

(one of Dana carvey's finer moments)

Love Dana. Both his 41 and his 43 are priceless.