Book Signing & Contest Winners

Hi Y'all - just poking in my head briefly this beautiful Saturday morning. My brother Tommy is here and we're having so much fun.

First, I've already announced that Titus won the first place spot in the "promo" contest Angie Gumbo Writer held. And we had a drawing for the second and third place winners--both who will receive a signed copy of Secret Graces. The two winners are Terri Tiffany and Carrie Clevenger - Congrats!

Today is my Blue Ridge Books Osondu book signing - at 1:00 PM - Main Street Waynesville. I'm always nervous about book signings: what if no one shows? what if I'm sitting there all pitiful all by myself? what if no one buys a book and I have to look at the books the book seller bought and they are disappointed in me - lawdy be! This will be the first book signing of SG, so I'm really wide-eyed with nerves! But excited, too. If you are in the area, I hope to see you there - come say hello!

Traveling to South Louisiana-the sights, the sounds, the food

Driving to South Louisiana used to feel as if I were traveling to the ends of the earth. I go through Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi to get there and it takes anywhere from 11 hours to 11 and a half. I've done that trip so many times in the near-six years I've lived in this cove at Killian Knob that it no longer seems so long a drive. Don't get me wrong: eleven hours in a car is no picnic--by time I arrive, do my thang, and then drive back home, I'm exhausted and drained.


But, what's cool about traveling by car is all the sights and sounds and people, or even the big towns versus the little towns. And the landscape and flora, fauna, the music, the mood, even the types of vehicles I see on the roads.

Once the mountain ranges leave my rearview, and then the rolling hills recede, I enter the flatlands, and begin seeing swamps and spanish moss and egrets flying or by the side of the road fishing for crawfish and little fishes in the canals and ditches. Entering, or nearing, South Louisiana, I also see many many LSU bumper stickers and decals, and this time more than ever before, I also saw Saints stickers and decals.


I stopped for gas right at the Louisiana state line and while waiting for the tank to fill, I remarked to a woman standing near, “Wow; it’s really warm today, isn’t it?” and she replied, “It’s cold!” I blinked, “Cold?” … “Yes, yesterday was 84 degrees and today it isn’t.” I thought, “huhn,” because I remembered feeling that when I lived in the deep south, that it was “cold” if it wasn’t “hot.” Now my inner thermometer is quite different.


Maggie Valley is about 3000 feet; I live at about 3400 feet, and Baton Rouge is 50 feet (these are above sea levels)—New Orleans, at least part of it, is about five feet below sea level. It’s a strange feeling going to the flatlands after living in the mountains. Strange to think how low I am, how close to the level of the sea. How easy it would be for a big storm to come and blow millions of gallons of water over me and wash me away. My friends say, "Well, we could slide off'n your mountain." Ha! What-ever.


The food is a whole ‘nother thing. If there are differences in sea levels above and below, and in flora and fauna, and in vehicles, there is a starkly huge difference in the attitude towards food in South Louisiana compared to the mountains and probably anywhere else in the United States. When eating breakfast, one begins to think about lunch, and when eating lunch, one is thinking about supper, and when eating supper, one is thinking about what will be consumed the next day! It’s true! I saw it! I lived it! I did it while down there! Somehow, crossing that state line into South Louisiana, my appetite increased tenfold. I ate more calories in one day than I sometimes have in several days here at Killian Knob. I ate crab. I ate shrimp. I ate fish. I ate and ate and swore I wouldn't eat like that again the next day, but I did.

More later . . .

(For those of you in the area, my Secret Graces signing will be at Blue Ridge Osondu Books, this Saturday, April 17, 1:00 PM. My brother will be in town several days, so if I don’t post for a few days, that’s why!)

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I'm back home to my mountain cove at Killian Knob

Hi Y'all - or as we say here Hi You'uns (or y'uns)!

I'm back from my trip to South Looseeaner; pulled into my driveway at about 7:15 last night. The weather was beautiful, with the only bad weather coming on the trip down there.

I ate my shrimp poboy (and someone in the comments below called it a poo-boy and that made me laugh! Was that you, Analisa? *made me laugh - so cute!*)

I hope to be back tomorrow to tell about the conference. My brother Tommy gets here on Thursday. He'll be here for my first Secret Graces booksigning at Blue Ridge Osondu books in Waynesville - the first time I'll have a family member (other than GMR) at a signing!

Now, I will tell this: in the post below, I asked if anyone saw my Boopmobile on the highways to be sure and give me a wave and a honk . . . so . . .

Yesterday as the Boopmobile flew its way, windows open to the nice weather, an 18-wheeler slowed beside me, and a face peeked from the window, then a big ole burly paw came out the smaller side window, and the fingers of that big ole burly paw did that little cutsie finger wave *laughing* - then as I pulled away, he gave a couple of jaunty HOOOOONK HOOONNK HOOOONKs . . . but as I sped off, I thought, "Hmmm . . . surely that isn't a blog reader?" *laugh* - I further thought, could it be a husband or friend of a blog reader? . . . I don't know - doesn't seem likely, but then again, why not? So, if you are the trucker, or the friend/family/spouse of said trucker giving me the fingers wave and HONNNNKS, then I'm sorry I didn't wave and honk back. When I'm alone on the road, I'm extra extra careful. Teehee.

So . . . My charms must have extended to the next McDonald's stop to get coffee. I ordered one of those new Cafe Whatever coffees and asked for no sugar in it. Behind me I hear, "She doesn't need sugar because she's already so sweet . . . " I looked at the woman taking my order and she laughed . . . then behind me, the man repeated it but a bit louder. I turned, and there was this gentleman just a grinnin' at me, twinkly-eyed and all. I mumbled something I can't remember, my face all red. He then grinned some more, finally turned and headed to his table, while I just kind of gawked at him.

Haw!

I did give Angie Gumbo Writer your hugs and good wishes - it helped her lot; thank you all!

(PS - I have my copies of Secret Graces - the cover is really lovely "in person" - I can't wait to put it by my bedside and read it as if it were someone else's novel . . . exciting!)

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South Louisiana in my Boopmobile . . .

As this posts, I'm already on my way to South Louisiana for the Jubilee Writer's Conference, where I'll sign some books and mingle with writers and editors and readers and librarians and all manner of interesting peoples.

But, I'll also get to hug our Angie Gumbo Writer, and I'll make sure I hug her for you all, too. And I'll eat my traditional fried shrimp poboy with a cold frosty beer and some french fries--at least this is what I always try to do when I go to South Louisiana, a treat I can't get (at least not done right) anywhere else.

I'll see some grandfather oaks, and spanish moss, and hear the music, and see all the Looseanner people. South Louisiana isn't like any other place; it truly isn't.

If you see my Boopmobile while on my travels, honk a hello to me! You'll know it's my boopmobile when you see it--at least when you see my license plate.

I'll be back on Monday sometime, where GMR and Little Silly Girl and Not Quite Fat Dog
will be waiting for me in the cove at Killian Knob. I may check in while I'm in Looseranner, but if not - all y'all have good days and wish me luck on my travels and at the conference! As they shout in Loueeseeanner: AIYEEEEEEEEE!

Here's the link to hear my interview on Kat on The Writer's Show - if you care to hear my gravely voice - I was exhausted from the drive, but it was a fun show to do.

Book Release Party! WHOOP WHOOP!

It's a Book Release Party! whoop whoop!

I have been walking/posting/sitting/sleeping/eating/dreaming about T-Rex's chasing me/et cetera as if everything is as normal as normal can be.


Then . . . it struck me:


MY SECOND BOOK IS NOW ON SALE! OMG!

Have I already become so jaded that I can't see an opportunity to celebrate? What is WRONG with me *laughing!* I need to be jumping up and down and yelling YEEEEHAWW!

So, everyone - today I am CELEBRATING THE RELEASE OF SECRET GRACES! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY - I hope you'll celebrate with my by leaving me a nice encouraging happy note in the comments - *smiling*

Some of you have already emailed me to say you've ordered SG from Amazon or straight from Bellebooks and have asked your bookstore to order copy(ies) --THANK YOU! If SG isn't in your library or bookstore (yet), please ask them to order it. Sometimes that's what it takes to get it there.

I will be in South Louisiana at the Jubilee Writer's Conference this weekend - signing copies of Tender Graces -- I don't think the bookstore had time to get Secret Graces there. Then when I return, a few days later I'll have my first SG booksigning at Blue Ridge Books Osondu - if you are in the WNC area, please come say hello!

Part of this celebration is to announce the top winner of the promo contest Angie Ledbetter began. As I told you all in an earlier post, her mother has brain cancer and lately has been really not doing well at all, and then her good friend was diagnosed with cancer. Angie simply had to abandon her blog and twitter to take care of what's important. So, the contest slipped behind the scenes, of course!


BUT! From the promo ideas that I was able to accomplish, the most successful one was:

Titus's "Naked Reading" - or as I call it "Nekkid Reading" Titus will receive a signed copy of Secret Graces, plus a "basket" from me of things from and of my mountain. CONGRATS TITUS! What makes this so funny is Titus didn't think I'd do it, she just sort of tossed that suggestion out there...*laugh*

Here is the NEKKID READING





There were other fun and good ideas, and what I have decided is, since I can't figure out which to choose as the two "runners up" (the contest ended April 1), I am going to put the other names in a hat and when I see Angie Gumbo Writer this weekend, I will have her draw the two names to receive copies of signed Secret Graces. So, I will have those two winners announced when I return from the writer's conference in South Louisiana.


When I receive my own copies of Secret Graces, it will seem even more real! But, yes, this is happening. I have two books out now! Why haven't I been Hooping and Hollering!

Until I receive my copies of SG, I will remain on terrifed pins and needles - you all know how I obsssesseessessss about glitches and typos and errors OH MY! *laughing*

SO!! My question to you all is this: WHAT SHOULD I DO TODAY TO CELEBRATE?

THEN Versus NOW, Part II: Naïve and/or arrogance that kicked my ass in this publishing biz

An announcement: Secret Graces is now officially on sale! So, now begins the wild ride, and makes my post today appropriate. I should have a Release Party on my blog, shouldn't I?

-------------------------- Part I of my arse kicking is Here ---

Then, whenever I’d read about an author who wrote a book and then either didn’t write another one or waited years before the next one, I’d say, “If I had the chance, I sure wouldn’t be hesitating. I’d sure be writing to be the band!” I simply couldn’t understand why a writer who had the chance to have his/her next book published would not jump on that chance with all the glee and energy and writing writer write they had.

Until my first book was released. Now, understanding comes. But, you say, you did write more—you have the second book out and another one to come in the fall. Well, yes. Because I stomped over my fears. Because Bellebooks loves my work---just because you have a book published, doesn’t mean your next book is an automatic thing. Because I put down my head and did the work and didn’t listen to the negative voices (much) that raged in my pea-head.

An artist and I were in a conversation about not letting the negativity get in the way of creativity. I told her something like—we have to have the dark and the light in our work, but we have to make sure the dark is not someone else’s shadow. A lot of what you hear after you publish is Everyone Else’s Opinion—if you are not careful, you begin to listen to too many voices/opinions that aren't helping you.

At first after Tender Graces came out, I woke up with anxiety so fierce that my stomach tied in a snarl of knots. Fear of what someone might say about my work. That I’d disappoint readers. That (mostly) faded as time went by. But here it is again with the release of Secret Graces. Will people still love me and my characters? How will things go?

My friends, I understand why some writers some times do not write that second book. Author can become paralyzed with fear. That fear can permeate and penetrate and become so prevalent that creativity is stifled. Not only that, there is the fear of: What if I disappoint? What if people expect something they do not get? Imagine writing a book and being compared to other writers—but! Imagine writing a book and being compared to yourself! Can you image Harper Lee’s book To Kill a Mockingbird and all the publicity and the runaway success and all the hoopla and how it is a Beloved book, and now imagine she wants/wanted to write another book and everyone is expecting her to top that beloved book? Not just write what she wants to write, but at least equal to or top what she did before? Who needs that pressure? Be nice if she could just write what she loves without being compared to herself, yes?

If I had not stomped over my fears, skirted around the dark that is someone else’s shadow, ignored my terror, more work would not have come to me, and then to you. Writers and artists and singers and dancers—all those whose work is out for public consumption and review and deliberation—must find a way to stop the: “I have to be loved by everyone. My work must be adored by everyone.” And instead, must do what they love and do it the best they can and do it with love and hope and strength and honesty. And, they must do it in a way that sells, don’t forget that. Art aside, love of books and reading and writing aside, it has to be deconstructed into the business side of things as well. Heart and Brain go hand in hand in this business.

It can be a tough business, and that's what kicked my ass. That's what I was naive/arrogant about before I published.

Am I still terrified? Well, yes, sometimes. But am I letting that stop me? No. Yet, I understand better now why and how and when it could stop someone. I understand the shadows that creep in and cover the light—the dark that is someone else’s shadow.

What about you? Have you, or will you, let someone else's shadow stop you from your dreams or your job or your life-work?

Kat Before and After . . . Author Photo Angst

Why lookee there -it's an April Fool! (well, one day late that is *laugh*)

Since it's the Easter holiday weekend, I'll keep things light and get back to my thread I was writing from the other day next week - although part of next week I'll be on my way to South Louisiana for a conference (see below post!), where I am going to hug Angie Gumbo Writer with a big ole Hug!

So, my friends, let me ask you: Can you be a little bit envious of your own touched up photo? *laughing*

It wasn't until I put me and not-exactly-me side by side that I had a laugh at my own expense. It's almost depressing, except I can't find it in my heart to be depressed about it, but instead only amused!


From smooth and polished and almost sorta kinda cute-ish, to craggly and draggy and tired and not at all cute-ish *snork* Even my clothes are neater and smoother in the first one, and my hair is neater, too! Dang! I look as if I've been ironed.

Now, one could ask: Was this before and after a facelift and botox?

Is this top one a much younger cousin thrice removed?

Why, of course not! Those photos up there are the before and after the publisher's book jacket author photo artist became a little carried away with his smoothing and dewrinkling and de-faulting doodleedoo tool. The one top left is the official "Author Photo" that is on the back cover of TG and maybe SG and is one that is really not me but more of a posed airbrushed sort of serious ironed kind of "me."

There are many things writers do not have a say with their books: book covers, titles, and yes sometimes author photos. But as for my author photo, I think I will try to talk them into something else than the above posed airbrushed photo for SWEETIE in the fall. Something where when I walk into a room, people won't look at the jacket photo, look at me, at the photo, me, and then say, "What happened to you? This book biz messed you UP!" Laughing... A photo that says who I am: Mountain Kat, warts and wrinkles and exhaustion and all. Yeah!

Everyone - Have a wonderful Easter Holiday - I'll see you all on Monday. Eat a peep or some chocolate.

My questions to you is: What is your Favorite Easter candy? And, what do you eat for traditional Easter supper? Since I don't eat pork or lamb (and really don't eat much meat at all), we're doing seafood.

[PS- The Writer's Show radio program will be Sunday at 1:00 - I know that turns out to be Easter Sunday, but if you are near your computer and feel like it, you can listen. Otherwise, it should be available after that as well! ta ta y'all!]