It’s been a long road, but I’m getting there. The L.A. Festival of Books is eleven days away and I have:
- Boxes of books, which just arrived a few days ago. I did it! A Magical Time Called Later is a thing now!
- The anthology, too! My five copies of Made In L.A.: Stories Rooted in the City of Angels (which I received for being a contributor) has dwindled to three, as I gave one to a friend and another to my sister. It makes me happy to know that they’re out there and being read already.
- Internet pictures and posts: Some are still in progress, so stay tuned.
- Headshots. Yeah, I owe my photographer friend a case of Guinness for his work, and will ‘pay’ him soon (hopefully this weekend). Here is my headshot, which is now gracing Amazon.com.
- A press release written for the folks (rather, the newspapers) back home. It’s not clear if a former bandmate of my brother-in-law, who happens to be editor of a hip weekly magazine in Tampa/ St. Pete called Creative Loafing, will get excited about my email coming his way later this week, but one can certainly hope!
- Giveaways: bookmarks (as well as markers and colored pencils for the ones people can color) and postcards are ready to be passed out. We’ll need to stock up on some candy too, as that tends to be a great draw for people!
- Display stuff that will bring people to our booth and allow us to engage with local readers. This is the reason that we made our anthology, after all. People kept asking for L.A.-based stories!
- A baseball shirt that reads “Gen X and proud of it.” I made it on cafepress.com and love, love, love it. I find that I love using T-shirts to show people what I’m about. It’s easier than talking all the time. And for those who remember last year, you might see a reprise of last year’s tropical blue shirt that reads: strong female lead, hilarity ensuing, tropical setting, and social awkwardness. What’s not to love? (Note: O’Shea’s Irish Pub shirts are coming up next, for me and the Uku-Ladies, when I throw the official release party and we perform together.)
So there you have it! T-minus eleven days to go until it’s time to blast off. As the author of A Magical Time Called Later, a story that celebrates procrastination, I have a complicated relationship with time… but no matter what, I’ll be ready when the magical time is now!