It’s because I’m constantly in motion while speaking. Especially my hands. But I stayed upright and coherent, from all reports.
Thank you again to Third Place Books for a fab signing and to Shelli Stevens for snapping the pic!
Seattle peeps! Reminder, signing tonight at Third Place Books! 7PM
I swear, this is the last y’all will have to hear from me on the subject of promo (I hope!) for the foreseeable future but it’s a biggie. I’m reading and signing from my new YA, When the Stars Go Blue tonight at the Lake Forest Park Third Place Books at 7PM. While I’m rather sure I won’t be the draw that Rick Springfield was (*tongue inserted firmly in cheek here*) I do hope some of you can make it out.
Hope to see you there!
7PM
December 7, 2010
Lake Forest Park
Third Place Books
17171 Bothell Way NE
Lake Forest Park, WA 98155
Want to win a signed copy of STARS?
Come check my post out on YA Outside the Lines. A randomly chosen commenter will win a signed copy and my undying gratitude that you haven’t left me alone to flounder.
You’ll also get to find out what I think my particular gift is.
Note: it has nothing to do with shoes. I know, you’re shocked. right?
Seattle-area peeps! A booksigning!
And any who might find themselves in the general vicinity…
Next Tuesday evening, I’ll be reading/signing STARS at the Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park. It’s at 7PM, so I’m hoping to see some of you there (you can get some holiday shopping done, she suggests with a sly wink). I’d also kind of not like to sit at my little table and direct people to the restrooms, since I’ve had THAT signing as well. *shudder*
So to recap:
Caridad Ferrer (See, I’m being all official-like)
Tuesday, December 7th at 7PM
Lake Forest Park
Third Place Books
17171 Bothell Way NE
Lake Forest Park, WA 98155
Please, please, please, if you can at all make it, I’d love to see your bright, shining faces! (Especially since my kids will no doubt desert me for the manga section…)
How much do I love music?
As if it’s that much a secret.
From the WIP:
Smoky heat and the intricate, meditative twang of a blues progression drifted out as she pushed open the glass-paned door. Quietly, she closed it behind herself and moved to the battered leather recliner set to one side of the pot-bellied woodstove. It was her favorite spot in the room—warm, near a window that gave her good light, and best of all, provided a good vantage point from which she could observe Daddy, his hands moving deliberately over his Gretsch archtop, the raw beauty of the music making her insides hurt—in a good way. Reaching over the arm of the chair, she picked up one of her ever-present sketch pads and a graphite pencil, using light, sure strokes to capture the curve of Daddy’s back, the delicate tension in his hands as he coaxed out the sobs and wails that he’d said his Louisiana granddaddy told him made the blues the truest music of the heart.
Chatting at Borders True Romance Blog (With a giveaway!)
Happy Black Friday, my lovelies! For those of you wise enough to not be anywhere near the stores or who are in recovery from their l-tryptophan comas and would like nothing more than to just sit and surf the net, please consider making a stop today at the Borders True Romance Blog. I’m over there chatting about romance (natch) and young adult lit and why the two are like chocolate and peanut butter.
I’m also, because it’s the holiday season, giving away a signed copy of STARS. ‘Cause I’m good that way.
Please stop by and chat so I don’t feel like I’m adrift in a sea of Black Friday discount specials and doorbuster deals.
You won’t even have to get out of your jammies.
It all began with a crush…
Having been part of a drum corps is such an intrinsic part of my background that I never think much about how it started. Until I was recently asked, “So, how did you get into corps?”
I’m a level-headed sort of girl. Always have been. But joining drum corps was probably one of the most impulsive choices I ever made.
And it was all for a guy.
I have never told this story. Even my critique partner, who’s known me for over ten years hadn’t heard this one.
But, because I was asked, I talked about it in more detail for my publisher: It all began with a deep love of music (And a crush on a guy…)
Only twice in my life have I made impulsive decisions for a guy. The other one, I’m still married to.
You can also sign up to a copy of STARS.
Being Thankful
We’re still two days away from American Thanksgiving, but I’m going to celebrate early. Today’s finally the long-awaited (by me, at least) release day for Stars. Those of you who’ve been around a while know the sort of journey this book took (those of you who are newer readers, here’s a Reader’s Digest-like version). The fact that the release day is finally here is due, in part, to my own cussedness and stubborn nature, but I’d be a bald-faced liar if I didn’t say that I had an amazing support group behind me, propping me up and helping to shore up that cussedness when it threatened to overwhelm me.
So here are the people/groups to whom I am forever grateful:
BACKSPACE- A great organization of writers across the board. So much talent and so much support.
The teenlit Yahoo group- another great group.
My local RWA chapters- Greater Seattle and Eastside. I’m relatively new, yet you welcomed this Florida transplant and made me feel very much a part of the writing scene here in Seattle.
SCBWI/Western Washington and all of the great YA authors in the Seattle area. This is such an amazing place to be a creative person and you guys are constant proof of the richness of creativity.
The Tiaras: Serena, Erin, Shannon, and Cathy, you guys are seriously my saviors. The F2F time and laughter make being a writer fun.
The Peeners: Rude and bawdy and tell it like it is, you ladies are my reality check and make me laugh harder than I can even begin to imagine, even at the crap that should leave me in tears. Without you, I literally don’t know what I would have done this past year– especially the past six months. Y’all know exactly what I mean. Thank you.
The Werearmadillos. My oldest friends in this crazy insane industry. Michelle, Serena (twice, b/c she’s just that special), Marianne, Eileen, Cindy, and of course, Alesia, who, outside of my critique partner, is my longest standing and closest writing friend. There simply aren’t words to express what you all mean to me. You are the ones I can call at any time. Who understand in the unique crazy of the writer brain and the often stupid crazy of the publishing industry. There is no problem, great or small, that I don’t feel as if I can share with you lot– a rare, rare gift. Thank you so much.
My blinvisible (and not so blinvisible) friends, the lovely, darling Buffistas. I can’t begin to express what it means to be part of the best chosen family ever. Your depth of experiences, your compassion, your support, your love have meant the world to me.
To my birthday twin, Laura Anne Gilman- To me, you are the Gold Standard of what it means to be a professional. Not just a writer, but a professional. To call you a colleague is a privilege; to call you friend is a gift.
Alesia, I’m going to single you out again. Your friendship and support have been a lifeline the last few years. I honestly don’t know how I would have survived Florida and the ups and downs of the last few years without you right there, holding my hand, and assuring me that no, I wasn’t losing my mind… much. *g* I’m missing you and our early morning coffees like mad, but I know we’ll plan some sort of fabulous writer’s retreat to make up for it. Tequila Sunrises in Hawaii, maybe?
To my critique partner, Selah. Here we are, pet. More than ten years later and we haven’t killed each other yet. You know, there’s just not a lot to say here. You know how I feel.
Finally, my family. You all are proud of the writer, but you love the wife, daughter, mother, sister, & friend, no matter what happens to the writer. For that, I am forever grateful. I love you all.
Now go buy the book.
(Even when being heartfelt, I can’t resist being a smartass. I’m hopeless, really.)
There may have been giggling and pointing…
Popped by my local indie, Third Place Books, this morning, and look what greeted me right inside the front door:
Aside from the giggling and pointing, there may also have been a bit of squeeing.
Cannot WAIT for December 7th. More details soon, I swears!
Win a signed copy of STARS!
I’m over at The Plotmonkeys blog today, answering their infamous “ONE THING” question.
All you have to do is pop over there and comment on my post and that’s it—you’re entered in a drawing for a signed copy of STARS. (Which is shipping from Amazon! EEEEEEEEE!!!)
Anyhow, go check it out and help me not to feel like I’m adrift in the desert or something!
And you know, feel free to pass on the word.
Barbara Ferrer 