On November 5, at eleven a.m., I will be speaking to a group of sixth graders as part of the KidsRead series at New York City’s famous Center for Fiction. The only nonprofit organization in the United States dedicated to the art and craft of fiction, the Center for Fiction is home to a ton of lectures, classes, and literary events, as well as a great bookstore. It’s all housed in the Mercantile Library building—a lending library that was founded way back in 1820 before there was a public library system. I’ll be talking about both The Blood Guard and the process of writing stories—how to get started, how to find your story, and what to do with it when it’s done. Can’t wait!
Come one, come all, just come by for the first store event for The Blood Guard! It will be held at Book Court in Brooklyn on March 8th, 2014. You can find details here: http://bookcourt.com/events/carter-roy
I’ll read a passage or three from the book. I’ll talk about where the series is headed. And I’ll sign and answer questions. Should be a heckuva lot of fun.
Yesterday prattled on at length to the very kind Matia Burnett at Publishers Weekly for a piece that should appear on Tuesday, 25 February 2014.
Am hoping I come off well. As a long time sufferer of foot-in-mouth disease, I have a dread of seeing what sort of nonsense I spouted set into type. I don’t think I said anything idiotic, but then, one never does until it is Too Late.
Still and all: Lovely attention for the book!
My grasp of math is a chancy thing at best—proven by how, this morning, I awoke thinking, “Only ten days until The Blood Guard publishes!”
Alas, I was off by a few days. Still and all: 12 days! That’s a sneeze in the span of a lifetime. Soon soon soon!
This was more than a week ago now, but I am only just now getting over my enormous frustration and anger at Amtrak.
They cancelled my train to Philadelphia, then fluffed about forever getting me on another train, which they ALSO cancelled, and then finally had me on a train that would get me into Philadelphia with a half-hour or so to spare before the signing.
But that train was then 45 minutes late, changed from an Acela to a local, and, the conductor informed me, “Could have some trouble getting out of the station.” He didn’t want to tell me when we’d arrive, but guessed it might be 6:15 or 6:30—which was when my signing ended.
My apologies to everyone I missed. I was so looking forward to it, and it was embittering not to be able to go.
That’s tomorrow, kids! Come say hi at booth #551 (Brilliance publishing) at 6 pm, and pick yourself up a copy of the novel!