Archive for the ‘It’s Party Time (Woo!)’ Tag
No, this time I’m not blogging about a fine whine, although that’s one of the art forms for which doubleawk is known. This time, I mean wine, as in the stuff I love to quaff!
Despite being loath to draw attention to the day of her birth (cough cough, liar, cough cough), doubleawk absolutely had to post this gleeful birthday gem.
I got free wine for my birthday.
And not from someone who loves me, but from my favorite wine store, Donna da Vine. Ok, so maybe the owners do love me for all the money I spend in there, but still. Free wine (up to a $20 value) for my birthday? Best thing ever.
Second best thing ever? I know my little self is growing up, ’cause I didn’t go home, uncork it, and spend the afternoon in the throes of a Syrah passion. I went to class. Sober. Like the good girl I should have been in college.
When I was seven, the “My Me Book” (no wonder I became a self-absorbed memoirist) our teacher had us fill in posed the question, “How old are you when you become an adult?” I said twenty-two, because “I’d be out of college and no one could tell me what to do.” Looks like doubleawk was only about ten years late. Or like she’s getting better (behaved) with age. Dreary news indeed!
Dear readers, you know that Doubleawk wears a lot of hats. All of her literal hats (and her husband’s hats), it should be noted, come from Salmagundi, the best hat and accessory store ever/epicenter of rad hipness, located in Jamaica Plain, MA, my old hometown.
Her metaphorical hats are a bit more complicated. Yes, she’s a writer, a blogger, a former teacher, an educational and writing consultant for a still top-secret organization, and a person who for some reason today feels the need to refer to herself by her blogging handle/in the third person.
She’s also a former book publicist, which just goes to show the truth in that old saw, “once a book publicist, always a book publicist.”
That’s right, I’ve contracted out to my friend Brian as a publicist for his yet-untitled 611 page fantasy tome, the first in a series of equally hefty novels about the Annurian empire. Does being a publicist fly in the face of my work as a citizen-journalist-blogger? Maybe. But you can be assured that Brian isn’t really paying me to publicize his book. I did charge him a twelve-pack of Corona Light for helping with the party, but I’m being forced to give a Corona Light to every person he gets to come to the party without my help. So far, I’m down to nine Corona Lights. I promise not to drink all nine of the Corona Lights at the party, because this would be bad publicity for the book and my dignity.
Brian is a fun writer to hang out with because he believes in sharing his work as he goes and soliciting advice from his audience. He’ll also sometimes name something after you, although I’ve thus far been unable to get even a dwarf of species of beetle named Leda. He claims it’s because my name is overripe with bird-bonking allusions, but I’m unconvinced. In any event, throughout the writing process, Brian has solicited advice from his friends via email, which was fun, even if most of my advice was totally ignored.
Once I accidentally replied all on a character name vote, vetoing an option because it was the name of a real douche bag I’d known in college. Then another friend wrote back and said he was besties with said douche bag, and I was horrified. You always think people who hit reply all instead of reply are total idiots. Then it happens to you. Turns out the friend had never even heard of the college douche bag, and was just trying to freak me out. Also turns out that I lost the vote, and now the character shares the name of the college douche bag. Which character, you ask? Well, you’ll just have to read the book to figure out if I thought you were a douche bag in college. Or you could just ask me. But I digress.
Brian’s August 29th party in/near Putney, VT will feature:
–guests dressed up as characters from the book (but don’t let this stop you from coming because you:
a) haven’t read the book or
b) think it sounds incredibly dorky
–a signature cocktail based on the novel
–a “page signing.” Bring a printout of your favorite page of the novel, and Brian will sign it for you. Could be worth millions someday! Or 1/99th of 1 cent.
–target shooting with a bow and arrow (Don’t worry. I will stay far away from weaponry)
–a book titling contest (that’s giving it a title, not something having to do with boobs. But there will be boobs at the party).
–an opportunity to have a character or something else named for you!
Let me know if you want to read Brian’s book before coming to/instead of coming to the party. I can send you a copy. Have any friends who are super into the Sci-Fi/Fantasy genre? (Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone). Let me know and I can probably get them a copy, too. Have any friends who work in publishing? I’d love to be the one who hooks Brian up with a publisher. Then maybe my pay would be restored to a whole twelver of Corona Light. Which I will share. With you. Sorry I have such gross taste in beer.
Finally, I want you to watch this movie I made about Brian, his book, and his party. I made it with this new web-program to which I am totally addicted called xtranormal. You should become addicted to it, too. It allows you to make and watch movies about the things that really interest you: yourself, your life, and your friends. You might even find a character who looks like you! Check out how much the girl looks like me!
Disclaimer: Brian does not have an English accent in real life. I gave him one to make him seem more appealing so you would read his book and come to his party.
Email me at doubleawk [at] gmail.com and I’ll send you the full party info! If you like, I’ll also send you an electronic teaser of Brian’s book!
Also, you can fan Brian’s book here!