Diary of a Girl-Next-Door Heavy Metal Novelist
February
17, 2004
I'm not quite as sure about the Winnebago book star idea
as I was yesterday, but that didn't stop me from some initial research
on potential corporate sponsors.
Businesses sure don't make it easy to plead for money. I was looking for
a pulldown menu where I could just pick the dollar amount I wanted and
hit "submit." Nothing even close to that exists! Ugh.
Me, on the other hand, with my publishing advance not even in the bank...? I'm all about spreading the love. If you read my journal AND you're going to the New York City KISS Expo on May 1st AND you'd like a FREE KISSfiction t-shirt to wear while you're there that day AND you'd be willing to pass out a few pieces of KISSfiction propaganda while not talking smack about me, please let me know. I realize I don't have a pulldown menu, but that's only because I'm html illiterate, not because I don't care.
February 18, 2004
I'm dreaming about living in a Winnebago and I forgot to get my car inspected
this month. Oh well.
I sent my first pitch to be on Oprah last night. It's gonna happen. I might have to walk to Chicago for my appearance, but those are the breaks.
February 20,
2004
My morning book meeting went very well. I was supposed to have another
appointment (with an attorney) immediately following, but it had to be
rescheduled. If I had any energy left today, I'd be saying, "Ohmygod,
ohmygod, ohmygod!!!" I'm going to sleep and dream that I'm doing
cartwheels.
Thanks to KISSfiction webhelper, Chris Weaver, who emailed me my very own pulldown menu after reading Feb. 17's journal entry and taking pity on me. I'll post it this weekend. Sexy, huh? KISSfiction's got it all.
Or maybe not. After reading of my book star tour dreams, Aunt Paula writes, "I decided you don't need a Winnebago. What you need is a personal assistant. Let's say about 6', sapphire eyes that glow with a savage inner fire, hair the color of a field of wild oats, a ruggedly handsome face and a build that makes every woman want to take him home for just one night. He has to be intelligent with a subtle sense of humor and love all kinds of music. He has to be passionate, about everything, yet gentle. There should be a subtle sexiness to his rich, baritone voice."
That sounds nice. As long as he can drive a Winnebago.
February 21, 2004
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"Hey, isn't that the poster from Living the Fantasy?" You've gotta love it when your neighbor makes the paper and sneaks you a little free publicity in the process. Jeff is the Lancaster hottie of the week. Click on the picture to read the whole scoop. Coincidentally, I was doing an internet search that had nothing to do with the KISSfiction documentary tonight, and I stumbled across a storage archive from the recording company that cleared the KISS songs for the film. It was pretty cool to see my film specs on paper with other producers'. I also saw that the one non-KISS song that I never received a final in-writing approval for had been officially cleared. I am the copyright queen. Isn't that right, Mr. S? |
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February 22, 2004
As I wait to meet with my attorney and for certain paperwork to circulate,
my life is pretty much about reading. I'm doing my best to be as knowledgeable
as possible about the literary and legal world so I recognize bullsh*t
at the early stage. I don't like to admit it, but I don't really like
reading fiction (oh, the irony), but I adore business and legal books.
I will soon come into some moolah, but I wish I had the resource of time
to go with it.
After reading my February 17 entry, a benefactor of a different kind sent me my very own pulldown menu (and little radio dial thingies) to help me schlepp FREE KISSfiction shirts. Click here if you want to learn more about said shirts.
February 23,
2004
I started working on a list of "celebrities" who might be appropriate
choices to write testimonial quotes for the cover of Won't
Get Fooled Again. How cool is THAT? I also sent press releases
to KISSonline and GeneSimmons.com about the Old
Dominion Film Festival. I think it's pretty hot that Living
the Fantasy is being shown right after Bowling for Columbine. Both
films put makeup-wearing musicians in some type of intellectual light.
Or something like that.
Tomorrow I'm going to sign and submit my first official paperwork for book commitment. Holy crap.
February 24, 2004
Tonight I feel like a book star. I signed and sent a contract related
to Won't Get Fooled
Again this morning. When I got home, I found a different contract;
one for my appearance at the Old
Dominion Film Festival, which is less than a month away. Despite the
crappy ass promotional job they're doing - i.e.
NOTHING, they sure did make me feel like Mick Jagger Paul Stanley
when I opened their envelope. There's a contract and a rider. A rider!
I should pencil in some stuff about how I want my hotel pillows fluffed
each evening at precisely 8:34 and I want nothing but cheeseburgers for
the entire weekend.
No Red Meat Month seems to be taking a toll on my sanity. I'm quite enjoying the delusion of gradeur, though. Feeding the ego trip is the record number of internet searches being done with the keywords Colette Shaw or KISSfiction. Even if the film festival isn't promoting me, someone is. Who could that someone be? (continue)
