Anyone remember that song? Pretty sure I’m going to cry this week, but I promise it will be tears of gratitude. ( If you’re into embarrassing stories, scroll to the bottom to read about the time my book launch went very, very wrong).
So here we go:
The Day She Died officially hits bookshelves on Tuesday, April 27th. If you haven’t ordered your book yet, please support an indie bookstore by snagging it from Book Warehouse. They have signed copies.
I’m having an ONLINE BOOK LAUNCH PARTY on THURSDAY, APRIL 29TH 5:30-6:30PM (Pacific Standard Time), and I’d love for everyone to join me! There will be prizes! :)
JOIN THE BOOK LAUNCH PARTY:
Please reserve your spot HERE. This also enters you into the GIFT GIVEAWAY (see below).
This is the LINK to the zoom event. Just one click and you’ll be there! (And don’t worry, you’ll be automatically muted and you can choose to join without video if you’d prefer not to be seen). https://us02web.zoom.us/j/89455125480?pwd=cXg4TXg3RjBxSnA5Kzh0V3NFNlQ4QT09
Gift Giveaway!
I’ll be giving away three personalized signed copies of The Day She Died, along with the best maple syrup in the world (I know it seems like a weird gift, but this particular maple syrup has a HUGE spotlight in the book), and the GRAND PRIZE is an original oil on canvas painting by artist Sheryl Walker, which was inspired by the Fraser River setting of the book.
Here’s a better look at the GRAND PRIZE!
“FRASER RIVER SUNSET” 9X12 Oil on Canvas by Sheryl Walker
The Tale of the Book Launch Gone Wrong
My publicist once set me up on a tour of Southern California to celebrate the release of my second book, Impact Winter. We were on vacation in nearby Palm Springs, and it seemed like something fun to do while in town. Most of the tour stops were the kind where I’d have a table at a Barnes & Noble for a couple hours. I’d set up my book display and chat with customers. It was good casual fun, with the added bonus of being able to shop for books afterward. :)
But then I showed up at this place on the outskirts of L.A. It was off on its own in a more industrial area, which meant there would be no casual walk-by traffic. This should have been my first clue that things were about to go embarrassingly wrong. When I entered the store, there was no one inside except the employees. There were, however, rows of empty chairs and a buffet table where cheese and fruit plates were lovingly laid out.
Oh. There was also a giant cake.
They’d clearly planned for an actual book launch event. In L.A. Where I didn’t know anybody. For a moment, I considered running. Instead, I took a deep breath and explained that there’d been a horrible misunderstanding and no one was coming except me. I apologized exactly ten thousand times, really tapping into my Canadian heritage. Then I sat chatting with one of the employees about books and writing while pretending I wasn’t on the verge of tears and thinking, how much will they judge me if I grab a fork and dig right into that cake? It looked delicious.
