My cat wallows in things that smell like me when I'm away, and clings to me when I get back. She says hello when I get home (she is Egyptian, which is like Siamese only not cross-eyed), and begs,
beeeegs,
to be let into the basement whenever I approach that door. She sits by my chair when I am typing and stares at me with sorrowful disdain until I let her onto my lap. Like now!
It's nice to be needed so pathetically by something that avowedly does not have the power to vote and will never be able to enter therapy and blame me for my crappy parenting.
Book related squee:
So I just got an email from my editor that read: Also, great news: our sales folks have been out to the major chains recently, and they’re loving Vampire People. We’ve gotten very strong response from both Borders and B&N, and we should be shipping them a good number of copies to start out. And they both said it was the sample essays that made the case for them; they love the writing.But I'm whitefonting it because I'm totally afeared that they'll change their minds and I'll look all foolish.
Woot! Allyson! That is so freakin' cool.
Allyson, does the book have a specific release date? (IOW, when should I start asking my local indie bookstores to carry it?)
Allyson! Unwhitefont that; it's great news! (And utterly unsurprising--your essays are wonderful, and good creative non-fiction is hot right now.)
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Woohoo! That's HUGE. So happy for you!
YAY Allyson! I'm so thrilled for you!
Allyson, that's fantastic! I'm so happy for you!
Allyson!! That's awesome!