Iï¿½ve spent the past couple of days being the exact opposite of the Ironwoman I was last week, acting like a total delicate flower in the wake of blizzards and colds and lots of work, but really, Iï¿½m milking it all I can before I start in with the three-days-a-week-for six-weeks early morning boot camp class next week. Jesus fuck, I signed up for more of that stuff, despite the torture from before. Iï¿½m like the Patti Hearst of fitness. MY NAME IS TANYA NOW!
I have gotten addicted to reading all these lovely weblogs and articles about promoting your book, and while some days I feel like I’m being very helpful to my book’s cause just by reading these sites, other days they make me all like, “oh my God it’s three months to publication have I memorized the promotional copy of my book yet so I can recite it to people I sit next to on the bus? Why haven’t I called the restroom advertising people to check rates yet?! Or arranged for somebody in the taco mascot costume to stand on the street and hand out postcards?! Because everyone says that if you don’t allow at least twelve solid weeks of taco costume campaigning you’re doomed, you’re screwed!” Then I have to breathe into a paper bag.
I did get my first postcards, though. I did not know what 1000 postcards looked like. Now I do.
Two places where I’ll be very soon:
1.) At the Hideout tonight. I think you know the drill but click here if you don’t. I’ll be on the bill with some cool people, including Amy Krouse Rosenthal, whose new book comes out this week and who is getting the word out with a method that is way better than a taco costume.
2.) Guest-blogging for Maud Newton tomorrow. So if you’ve wondering why I haven’t posted as much this week, it’s because I’ve been saving it for Maud. That makes it sound like I took a vow or something, which I didn’t, THOUGH I SO WOULD FOR MAUD.
I need a nap now. See you later. And elsewhere…