Publicity
The nice folks from Open Road came back this morning, and spent the entire day shooting footage of me, to be speckled all over the web as publicity for the newly digitized books. They have a very active and interactive view of online publicity, and I'll be extremely curious to see how it works out.
Yet, I feel very shy about it; my old feeling of, "It's only me." All morning in an interview, all sorts of questions (and of course I talked too much). About pets, about writing, about karate, about dance, about art. They filmed me laying out a Tarot reading - the worst cards I've ever gotten in a reading, which makes me a bit apprehensive. (The Falling Tower in future position: Thanks a lot!) I did myself up in three different costumes - pirate suit, generic wench, and the Silk Road bellydance gear. I changed back into Real World drag and we went to Venice Beach at almost sunset, briskly chilly but lovely.
The cats remained hidden God only knows where.
As soon as I get copies of these pix they'll go up on my Facebook page, also on my website (Hey, the POINT of taking them was to plaster them all over the Net). (Yes, Mom, I'll get copies for you...)
Ten chapters yet to re-write on Dark Souls/The Lustful Turk/??? (My mental working title for the book is The Lustful Turk - which was in fact the title of a piece of Victorian pornography... Hey, the book concerns a Turk accused of the murder of his two concubines, what else would I call it?).
WAY bedtime!
Yet, I feel very shy about it; my old feeling of, "It's only me." All morning in an interview, all sorts of questions (and of course I talked too much). About pets, about writing, about karate, about dance, about art. They filmed me laying out a Tarot reading - the worst cards I've ever gotten in a reading, which makes me a bit apprehensive. (The Falling Tower in future position: Thanks a lot!) I did myself up in three different costumes - pirate suit, generic wench, and the Silk Road bellydance gear. I changed back into Real World drag and we went to Venice Beach at almost sunset, briskly chilly but lovely.
The cats remained hidden God only knows where.
As soon as I get copies of these pix they'll go up on my Facebook page, also on my website (Hey, the POINT of taking them was to plaster them all over the Net). (Yes, Mom, I'll get copies for you...)
Ten chapters yet to re-write on Dark Souls/The Lustful Turk/??? (My mental working title for the book is The Lustful Turk - which was in fact the title of a piece of Victorian pornography... Hey, the book concerns a Turk accused of the murder of his two concubines, what else would I call it?).
WAY bedtime!
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