Aggressively Excellent
Hello again, Internetizens. This is later than I meant it to be, because I've been flakier than usual lately. Getting the Loft class up to cruising altitude has been a bigger job than I expected (though a fun one!), and end-of-the-month deadlines are looming.
But just to fill you in, the past week-and-a-half-ish has been me doing basically this --
-- with almost-uniformly-fantastic results. Everybody at Benbrook and the NTRWA meeting was so damn good, and I feel so lucky to have not only had my own schtick so well-received, but to have gotten the chance to see them in action too. I've always enjoyed getting in front of a live studio audience, but these days it feels especially essential, both career-wise and for my own sanity.
Like, I don't want to turn into somebody who can't be happy in my own headspace, but being two months post-publication is turning out to be this weird Twilight Zone of "mission accomplished" mixed with impending doom. You know, like, the book is out, the Blue Fairy has come down and turned you into a Real Boy / Girl / Non-Binary Individual, and you're happy and everybody's happy for you - but every day the Amazon ranking drops is another day closer to getting your covers torn off and your paperbacks pulped, and there's this weird, sinister anxiety that every day you're not out there being aggressively awesome is a day that you're actively failing.
Or maybe that's just me. Regardless, when you're as "asynchronous-communications-challenged" as I am, it's a HUGE freakin' treat to get to take your dog-and-My-Little-Pony-show on the road - to get out from behind the screen and wallow in the instant, positive feedback from dozens of your fellow Earthlings, whose facial expressions and body language and question/comments are constantly, reassuringly all but shouting the same message: you are unbelievably terrific, and I could not be more interested in this what you are saying to me. (I know you can communicate that online too, but trying to be wonderful on the Internet feels a lot like trying to entertain a goldfish. Like, "are you enjoying this, and would I know if you were?")
So! In the spirit of not being an anxious wet wonder-wad, here are the high points:
Cowboys and Indians Magazine thinks Sixes sounds pretty cool! ("an exception in more ways than one" - oh, just y'all wait.)
So does SFsignal! (This may be the only time I get mentioned in the same breath as Kazuo Ishiguro without "totally doesn't deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as" intervening. Treasure it with me.)
Sixes made it to The Author Visits' Top 5 recommendations! That is fabulous in itself (I already have a wrinkled yellow copy of TAV's review tucked up under my pillow), but even more so when you know Veena's insane read rate. Believe me, making it to her top 100 would put you solidly in the 1%.
And - here's the best part - my new best friend J.R. Forasteros has not only read the book, but loved it so much that he's moving to DFW to be closer to my genius.* So he's probably driving a U-Haul down I-65 right now, but consider this your perfect chance to catch up on the Storymen podcast in the interim - because you will definitely be hearing more about them!
*actually, he's moving here for a job. But the rest is true.
Which is the perfect segue to my last bullet-point: if you are one of the classy, sophisticated Beautiful People who have read One Night in Sixes, please consider leaving a review on Amazon, Goodreads, and/or Barnes and Noble. Doesn't need to be quadruple-A+! But while I'm waiting for Oprah to get back with me, your buzz-generating assistance will not only make a huge difference in my visibility, but also date-stamp your hipster cred. That is a service I'm glad to provide for you.
In the meantime, all you local yokels better buckle your belt and strap on your boots, because FenCon is nearly upon us. See you there!
I'll catch you yet, my pretties. Oh yes.
But just to fill you in, the past week-and-a-half-ish has been me doing basically this --
-- with almost-uniformly-fantastic results. Everybody at Benbrook and the NTRWA meeting was so damn good, and I feel so lucky to have not only had my own schtick so well-received, but to have gotten the chance to see them in action too. I've always enjoyed getting in front of a live studio audience, but these days it feels especially essential, both career-wise and for my own sanity.
Like, I don't want to turn into somebody who can't be happy in my own headspace, but being two months post-publication is turning out to be this weird Twilight Zone of "mission accomplished" mixed with impending doom. You know, like, the book is out, the Blue Fairy has come down and turned you into a Real Boy / Girl / Non-Binary Individual, and you're happy and everybody's happy for you - but every day the Amazon ranking drops is another day closer to getting your covers torn off and your paperbacks pulped, and there's this weird, sinister anxiety that every day you're not out there being aggressively awesome is a day that you're actively failing.
Or maybe that's just me. Regardless, when you're as "asynchronous-communications-challenged" as I am, it's a HUGE freakin' treat to get to take your dog-and-My-Little-Pony-show on the road - to get out from behind the screen and wallow in the instant, positive feedback from dozens of your fellow Earthlings, whose facial expressions and body language and question/comments are constantly, reassuringly all but shouting the same message: you are unbelievably terrific, and I could not be more interested in this what you are saying to me. (I know you can communicate that online too, but trying to be wonderful on the Internet feels a lot like trying to entertain a goldfish. Like, "are you enjoying this, and would I know if you were?")
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Cowboys and Indians Magazine thinks Sixes sounds pretty cool! ("an exception in more ways than one" - oh, just y'all wait.)
So does SFsignal! (This may be the only time I get mentioned in the same breath as Kazuo Ishiguro without "totally doesn't deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as" intervening. Treasure it with me.)
Sixes made it to The Author Visits' Top 5 recommendations! That is fabulous in itself (I already have a wrinkled yellow copy of TAV's review tucked up under my pillow), but even more so when you know Veena's insane read rate. Believe me, making it to her top 100 would put you solidly in the 1%.
And - here's the best part - my new best friend J.R. Forasteros has not only read the book, but loved it so much that he's moving to DFW to be closer to my genius.* So he's probably driving a U-Haul down I-65 right now, but consider this your perfect chance to catch up on the Storymen podcast in the interim - because you will definitely be hearing more about them!
*actually, he's moving here for a job. But the rest is true.
Which is the perfect segue to my last bullet-point: if you are one of the classy, sophisticated Beautiful People who have read One Night in Sixes, please consider leaving a review on Amazon, Goodreads, and/or Barnes and Noble. Doesn't need to be quadruple-A+! But while I'm waiting for Oprah to get back with me, your buzz-generating assistance will not only make a huge difference in my visibility, but also date-stamp your hipster cred. That is a service I'm glad to provide for you.
In the meantime, all you local yokels better buckle your belt and strap on your boots, because FenCon is nearly upon us. See you there!
I'll catch you yet, my pretties. Oh yes.