I am SUCH a nerd. I spent a good thirty minutes yesterday googlating how to properly sign a book. Apparently there is a whole arcane system of rituals involving placement, pen, personalization, punctuality, pears, poplars.
Alliteration may have just gotten the best of me. Again. It’s a weakness, I admit.
I took my steps down this dark internet path for a very important reason: my books came! The copies sent to me by Cool Well Press (my publishers) arrived in a big happy brown box that made me happy, especially considering that they arrived right as I was walking out the door to go to my non-writey job. Double surprise: the Deadgirl paperbacks are the big ass trade paperbacks, not the little standard paperbacks I thought they were gonna be.
Naturally I just tossed the whole shebang in my truck and drove to work, making sure to drop a copy into the pool of high school dancers / dance teachers that were prancing and wheeling in my theater that night. Because marketing, that’s why. Demographics, etc. I’m not wearing a suit right now, but if I was, oh man. The grown-up sounding marketing terms would be buffeting your sensibilities like a handful of shurikens tossed into a tornado.
Which, I mean, ow. Anyway. I’ll go back to ogling my books now. Or playing Mass Effect. You know, whichever. Writing more books might be a good idea as well.
– B.C. Johnson