Okay-- that's just a preliminary assessment. I've been spending the last day in narcissism land, where I keep checking the media to see if anybody liked Promise Rock. That's both the wonder and the terror of the e-book, right? Instant gratification and instant feedback. *shudder*
Yeah. Scares the rabbit raisins out of me too! (That didn't stop my family and I from laughing uproariously at an SNL sketch where Sigourney Weaver was spiralling into the self-involvement of the internet. I took it as a warning and logged off and knit. Much Better. *happy sigh*)
Of course, if my head HAD been getting big (and Roxie, you weren't helping, saying such nice things about my interview like that!) I would have had today's embarrassment of the expired ATM card to remind me that I am still a giant dorkfish, and I might as well go swim after some corndogs or something, because even if I make a pile of money to hide my dorkfish self in, I will never be as cool as Robert Downey Jr. was last night at the Golden Globes. (Bastard. And he's so hot. So. Not. Fair.)
I took the kids out to get hair cuts today--can I just say how proud I am of Chicken? She donated 10 inches of strawberry blonde tresses to cancer patients, and now she looks adorable. She won't appreciate it, either. Did any of us think we were beautiful in high school? But she is, and she did a good thing, and now she can sleep in a whole two minutes in the morning, because it's not like either of us spend a whole lot of time on our hair anyway.
Zoomboy and Squish look pretty damned good as well.
So, today is contest day-- I promised. I have to offer, one hard copy of Rampant--as soon as it gets here, and that might be a couple of weeks, one .pdf copy of Keeping Promise Rock--deliverable as soon as the contest is over, and one skein of the sockyarn of your choice--we'll hash out which part of my stash you'll be getting when I pick out the winner. In order to win, all you have to do is leave a comment and tell me the one day of the year it should be all about you--and why.
My day was today--I'm so relieved it's over--and it was all about me because I wrote two (actually more) full length novels and a novella in a year, and I may have allowed myself to not have to work full time by making a profession out of an activity I really really love. I bought myself some yarn on Saturday, and if my ATM card had been working at all, I would have bought myself some more Jasmine Vanilla bath soap from Bath & Bodyworks, because it's really turning me on.
So tell me about the one day of year that should be all about you, and don't forget to mention which prize you want. I look forward to your answers!
P.S. To answer this question, which has been asked more than once, yes. I am working on a sequel to Keeping Promise Rock--it tells Shane and Mikhail's story, and it's called Making Promises. So far, people are so in love with Shane and Mikhail, they're almost eclipsing Deacon and Crick. But not quite.