Sick & Twisted

There must be something wrong with me. Either I'm seriously sick in the head or there's something jacked up in my DNA that makes me different from every other writer on the planet. I suspect it's a bit of both.

I'm currently soliciting blurbs for Eighth Grade Bites, and let me tell you, I'm totally enjoying it. How sick is that?? For years, I've been hearing how awful it is and how difficult, always followed by the writer's war story of collecting blurbs. So, rightfully, I was a bit freaked out about the idea of asking complete strangers (and amazing writers) to read my little book and, if they like it, maybe say something kinda nice that I can quote them on.

But apparently, I have a knack for it.

So far, (Not naming names here on the blog, minions) of the five (amazing, incredible, talented, oh-my-goddess-is-this-person-REALLY-going-to-blurb-me???) people I've heard back from, four have agreed to take a look. One said no, but gave me some wonderful advice on how to reach kids with my books (making that "no" a positive experience). I honestly thought that no one would be interested. I mean, I'm just me--boring, pale, writes-in-her-jammies me. What could they possibly see in me?

The answer, I think, is Vlad.

When I write to someone to ask for a blurb, I always include the description of EGB from my website...and I think it's working. At least, I like to think it's working. Maybe I'm just deluding myself, but I'm pretty proud of what I've managed so far. I also only approach people who I sincerely admire. I mean, hey, I'm not just going to go begging for blurbs all willy-nilly. (Well, I might have if no one responded after a while...)

Now, as long as I can avoid the blurbs I dreamt about last night (yeah, I dreamt about blurbs...how big of a geek am I?) I'll be fine. "This book makes an excellent doorstop!", "My table no longer wobbles--thanks!", "Eighth Grade may bite, but this book SUCKS!"

And now, minions, I'm off to pay homage to the blurb gods.

They take checks, right?