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2013 Goodreads Choice Awards

Wow, Songs of Willow Frost somehow made it to the second round of the 2013 Goodreads Choice Awards in the categroy of historical fiction. I'm delightfully astonished (and honored) because Willow wasn't even on the first ballot. Readers must have voted for Willow as a write-in candidate...so voila, your voice has been heard!

Now we're onto the second round, so if you're so inclined to vote again, please do. Thanks for all the book love. And remember, no wagering.


A day in the life of BookExpo

Talking Harlan Ellison and reading Christmas stories at Google. Just another weird, surreal, day in the life. Wow, so this is what BookExpo is all about? I get it. It's huge. It's crazy. It's...busy. Here's a tick-tock of the last 24 hours:

Weds 6:00 PM - Drinks with my Über-agent Kristin (NLA) and my film Über film-agent Kassie Evashevski (UTA) in a cozy bistro where the background noise was akin to a 747 taking off in a thunderstorm while carrying a cargo of loose trash can lids.

Weds 7:30 PM - Dinner at Grand Central Station with the fine folks from Random House (where, oddly enough, the decibel level was quite peaceful).

Weds 11:00 PM - Dessert with Leesha at some Scottish Pub. Butterscotch ice-cream sandwiches made with shortbread. Dee-lish.

Thurs 7:30 AM - Librarian breakfast at Random House with fellow authors: Jo Baker, Elizabeth Silver, Janice Clark, and Marisha Pessl. Very lively crowd for so early in the morning. Maybe it was all the video cameras?

Thurs 10:00 to Noon - Wandering BEA's exhibitor floor. Catching up with authors Nancy Horan, Sara J. Henry, and book club cheerleader Marsha Toy Engstrom. Gawked at Chelsea Handler. Searched in vain for Kareem Abdul Jabbar. You'd think a 7' 2" fellow would be easier to find in a crowd.

Thurs 12:30 to 3:00 PM - ABA Bookselling Luncheon and Awards Ceremony. Hung out with some cool indie booksellers. *Waving to Barbara from Missoula* Delighted that Richard Russo was there. Sad that John Green wasn't. His wife was having a baby. Oh sure, that old excuse.

Thurs 4:30 to 5:30 PM - Video shoot at the Google offices for GooglePlay. We played "Two Truths and a Lie." And I also read Twas the Night Before Christmas in its entirety. Believe it or not, that's not the weirdest thing I've been asked to do on camera (get your mind out of the gutter).

6:00 PM - Back to the hotel where I conked out and completely missed an industry party hosted by Workman Publishing. I woke up, ate a slice of NY pizza, watched the Colbert Report, and hastily hit the blog highway.

But enough about me, how was your day, dear?


Willing to learn

Just got back from a quick trip to Seattle for a multitude of festivities.

The first was the Locus Awards, which are the Cinderella of the SF&F awards. The prettier, more well-known step-sisters, Hugo and Nebula get more attention, but the Locus Awards are unique in that the winners are chosen by readers—the People’s Choice Awards, if you will. Plus the dress code consists of gaudy Hawaiian shirts (extra points given for actual retinal damage).

As my friend Timm and I walked from the car to the hotel where the awards were held, people on the street stopped us and asked, “Are you here for the Gay Pride Parade?” And whipped out their cameras.

Granted, Timm has long hair and was wearing a Utilikilt, but still. He said, “Um, no.”

I quoted Harold Ramis in Stripes and said, “No, but we are willing to learn.”

They didn’t seem convinced, “Can we still take your picture anyway?”

So if you see us on the cover of Instinct magazine, would you drop the editorial staff a note to clear up the confusion?


The awards themselves were like none other I’d been to. There was singing of British poetry to the rhyme of Gilligan’s Island. There was a trivia contest. There was a raffle, which I won (but didn’t claim, since I already owned one of the books).

And of course there were fine authors in attendance, including Nancy Kress, Connie Willis, and Neil Gaiman, along with readers, and Clarion West workshoppers.

Shortly after the awards we all traipsed over to the Science Fiction Museum for the Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony which was like drowning in awesomness—especially Neil’s acceptance of behalf of an ailing Harlan Ellison. His speech was actually a short, meta-fiction story about he and Harlan in Paris in 1923, butting heads with the likes of Gertrude Stein, which he brilliantly read aloud. Everyone felt like they had witnessed something very special, very unique, in a story that would never be read again.

Harlan would have been gushingly proud.

(Plus it was delightful to meet Neil in a small, intimate venue, rather than fight the crowds at his Seattle Town Hall book event the next night amid thousands).


The following morning I popped over to the Richard Hugo House for a workshop on Romantic Comedy with Connie Willis (who is hilarious, in addition to being a genius).

It was a strange indulgence to go in with “Jamie” on my name card, somewhat disguised as an aspiring writer (I still aspire, don’t you?) but I didn’t want to mention that um…I’ve kinda sold a LOT of books, and be a distraction to the class in any way. (That came later when I had to sneak out and meet with a book group downstairs).

Needless to say, I loved the class. It was kismet that I left for the airport and the first song on the radio was Silly Love Songs. Speaking of which here’s a Kindle blog post.

Also, HOTEL was named Book O’ The Week by some lovely folks in the UK.

And a group of 7th graders put together this delightful Prezi slideshow entitled, "I AM."


Now it’s back to my Sisyphean rewrites.


( I’m speechless )


Wow. I feel like Carrie. All happy and excited but can’t quite believe it.

::: Looking for the bucket of pig-blood to drop on my head :::

Jason at Clarity of Night was kind enough to sponsor a flash fiction contest featuring his incredible imagery. I threw something together and well, I won. You can read more about it over at Jason’s…