MaryJanice Davidson's Blog, page 20

UNDEAD AND UNWELCOME Everywhere

Tony and I are mid-way through the book tour for UNWELCOME and it's pretty swell so far.  We've hit Louisville, Chicago, and Philly.  Tomorrow we're back in Minneapolis (Uncle Hugo's bookstore), and then it's back on the road:  Denver, Dallas, Dayton!  
We're seriously loving meeting all the Betsy/Jennifer/Fred/King Al fans, so come on by and bug us.  We won't call the cops or anything.  Well, probably.
Below is the rest of the schedule; I'll blog again and regale you with more gory details when t

FAERIES GONE WILD

I actually have *two* books out today...the latest Undead, and the anthology FAERIES GONE WILD, which I share with three other talented colleagues. My story is about a six foot female fairy who is also an accountant.

Yeah. An accountant with wings. Embrace the horror!

So check it out here if you're of a mind:
http://www.amazon.com/Faeries-Gone-Wild-MaryJanice-Davidson/dp/031294568X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1244000259&sr=1-1[image error]

UNDEAD AND UNWELCOME (Unleashed!)

UNDEAD AND UNWELCOME hit shelves today...Betsy, the bubble-headed queen of the undead, has to hoof it over to Cape Cod and explain to 50,000 werewolves that she didn't screw up...much...well, maybe a little...but it's not like it was her fault or anything...prob'ly...

Anyway, I hit the road tomorrow to promote the bejeezus out of the book, and I hope to meet as many of you as I can.

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ME, MYSELF, AND WHY

I have to apologize in a grovel-esque fashion (I try to work an "esque" in at least one blog paragraph...never mind the discipline of Twitter, try working "esque" into a sentence without looking like a--you know what? Never mind.); I haven't posted in forever. Which is bad. Even for me! (My PR reps would clutch their heads and agree.)

But! I have an excuse. And unlike most of my excuses, this one isn't lame. I've been slaving over a hot manuscript, ME, MYSELF, AND WHY, and I finally finis

I Escape the Hospital...and RT as well

Unfortunately, I spent the last few days in the hospital and am now on the hunt for a specialist. There was just no way I could go to RT, which I maturely handled by crying into my shirt. Only death--and hospitalization--could have kept me from it.

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Deadlines, RT, and Australia Still Looming

I've tried telling myself "I'm going to be at RT two weeks from today" and it keeps seeming completely unreal. Also, this year my sister is attending, playing the part of my faithful "it's weird seeing up close people who, y'know, like you" retinue. Yvonne, my sister, isn't nearly as impressed with me as, say, *I* am. The first "wow, I was so nervous about meeting you and also I think you're the greatest writer in the history of the written word" will send her into gales of humiliating laught

Tons of Free Stuff

To prep for the RT 2009 convention in Orlando this month, I've ordered quite a bit of new promo items. So, if you're at the signing or any of my workshops this month, you'll have your choie of book marks, buttons (BITCH OUT OF WATER being a particular favorite), and temp tattoos in the shapes of high heels and dragons. I'll also be giving away a galley of UNDEAD AND UNWELCOME.

I might get reeeeeeally organized and remember to bring business cards. Yeah, I know. What kind of networking dumbass

Not Funny, Just Tired...but not of RT, never of RT!

Yes, yes, no sooner do I escape one convention than I get pulled into another. "Pulled", of course, implies any of this is against my will. When, in fact, none of it is. Conventions are mother's milk to me! Not that I was a breast-fed baby. I wasn't even milk-fed. My mother used to hand me small pieces of steak, which I then proceeded to suck until they were limp gray things (no teeth, remember...at least, not then). Yes, beef was used to suckle me. Wait 'til you hear about the potty tra

Back on my side of the planet

Australia is weirdly clean. This is not a criticism in any way; just a comment. It is strange, though. Not only was there virtually no litter in a big city like Melbourne, THERE WEREN'T ANY GARBAGE CANS. My husband and I pondered this and eventually decided that Melbourne residents must...well, they must just take all their garbage with them. Big Mac wrappers, cigarette butts, empty Coke cans, dog poop. Which is nice, if odd. Thus, "weirdly clean".

But the best, the very best thing about

And Then I Do It Again

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--MJ