Mario here:Unless you've been hiding in a cave or living in Flower Mound, Texas, you know that the Rockies are going to the World Series. The joke in Denver has been that the Rockies will make it to the World Series when Hell freezes over. Guess what? Today, it was cold and snowy as a mo-fo. A shout out to our urban fantasy buddy Richelle Mead for this news announced in Publishers Lunch:"Richelle Mead's untitled third novel in the VAMPIRE ACADEMY series, about two best friends at a secret boarding school for vampire royalty, to Jessica Rothenberg at Razorbill, by Jim McCarthy at Dystel & Goderich Literary Management (World English)."
I've had crappy book signings but nothing that drove me to do something this pathetic. For you fans of The Donald
, here's more from Publishers Lunch
"People Paid to Line Up for Trump Book
Learning Annex president Bill Zanker paid people to line up outside the BN store on Fifth Avenue and 46th Street yesterday for a signing by Donald Trump of their joint book THINK BIG AND KICK ASS IN BUSINESS AND LIFE. Zanker dispensed $100 each to the first 100 people in line, $50 each to the next 100, and $10 each to the next 1,000 or so people." Must be some book if you have to pay people to show up.This last week was the Colorado Book Award banquet. My first novel, The Nymphos of Rocky Flats, was a finalist in the category of popular fiction. The banquet was a gala extravaganza with everyone pulling out the stops to glam up. Not to be outdone by anyone, Colorado Humanities staffer Jen Long wore these awesome boots:The finalists were asked to provide items for a basket to be auctioned off. Our own Jeanne helped me assemble this great offering. We had vampire swag, books (natch), chocolate, a Devil Duck, and in the spirit of writers everywhere, a cocktail glass and Prada vodka.Acting as chaperone to the decidedly raucous Table 18 (our table) was none other than the esteemed Devil Duck (shown here peeing into my beer).Congratulations to Ann Parker for winning the category of popular fiction for her novel, Iron Ties.I accepted defeat with my usual aplomb.
Don't forget, the Bad Santa contest. We've collected prizes that would make Ali Baba drool (unlike what this guy is doing).