proudly presenting...june

I just watched a movie called "The Invisible." The ending was horrible, one of those endings that colors the entire movie., and ordinarily, I'd be extremely P.O.ed that I just wasted two hours of my life (and I don't have that much time to spare) on a crappy movie.
I'm actually pretty happy, though, because I answered a question that many, many people have asked me, and that I've asked myself since I first began writing "Surviving Serendipity." If the book ever made it to the big screen, who would play June?




Meet my "June," aka actress Margarita Levieva. Yes I know, her eyes aren't blue, but I'm telling you, after seeing her act today...that's her.
So, if you're out there, Margarita...I'll have a script for you in a few months, I hope!
And if you haven't gotten a chance to read "Surviving Serendipity" yet, head over to Amazon.com now to check it out!

A bad beginning...but a happy ending

After an absolutely horrendous day at work, I came home to find two wonderful surprises waiting for me in my inbox.
First, not only was my novel, Surviving Serendipity, finally posted on Fictionwise.com, but, out of 408 new eBooks uploaded to the site this week, I was one of ten authors mentioned in Fictionwise's email newsletter. Yay!
The second...I got my first official fan letter today. By official, I mean not a friend or relative or the friend or relative of a friend or relative. An almost complete stranger named Sarah, who I met at the South Caroline Book Festival last month. I am now, according to her, officially one of her favorite authors.
Sarah, I can't tell you how much you made my year. Being an author is hard work, and it feels like trying to run on a treadmill set on top speed most of the time. You run and run and run to keep up, knowing that if you stop, even for a moment, you'll fall off. Thanks to Sarah, I remembered why I'm doing this.

My Strange (and Wonderful) Signing Event

Had a great signing today at the Waldenbooks in the Stroud Mall. Got a few more copies of Surviving Serendipity out into the hands of readers, and had some rather strange experiences, as well.
The second one was merely amusing, when a man traded me an orange golf ball for one of my bookmarks. I plan to keep this as a memento of the wonderful people I meet.
The first one, however, was definitely stranger. Everyone I've told about this so far has been shocked I didn't get angry; I was, however, so amused that reacting angrily didn't even occur to me until several minutes later. A woman entered the bookstore, and I offered her a bookmark. She took it, smiled at me, whacked me hard in the arm with it, and walked on into the store without a word.
People are so very strange.