When you’re a writer, you have to have a thick skin. On the off chance you manage to survive dozens of rejections from potential agents and then even more rejections from publishers, eventually, Lord willing, your book is going to be reviewed. It’s safe to say I have been criticized by some very well-qualified people. Still, I was taken by surprise by the following:
That’s right, HOW TO FLIRT WITH A NAKED WEREWOLF has been listed as one of the LEAST ANTICIPATED books of 2011 by the National Post.
Eventually, I managed to giggle a little bit. I mean, when else am I ever going to be listed with Snooki, Star Jones or that angry-looking dude from the Black Eyed Peas?
And then I realized, the National Post did me a favor. Because, despite the fact that I am 99 percent sure he has never read a single word I’ve written, Mark Medley has just put my name and title out there for all of his readers to see. And he gave me the makings of a great blurb. “The next True Blood?" From your lips to God’s ears, pal.
So, I’m going to use this for all it’s worth. I’ll post it on my blog, my website, my Facebook page- my agent’s already Tweeted it. Heck, I might even ask my publisher to put it on a cover as a blurb.
And that, as my dear Mama would say, is making chicken salad out of… something else that chickens make.