HE WROTE: Counter-intuitive

Ok, Thursday we did like 21 three minutes interviews with our media consultant. Including 'antagonistic' ones.
I was supposed to be intimidated when she mentioned Tom Clancy. Yawn.
But she got Jenny's goat. Hehe. I won't say on what, but we need a signal where I let her know she's been goaded. I suggested the Seinfeld, tap on the top of the head signal.
Maybe the dingo ate your fiancee? Or something.
We watched each one afterward on video to learn. After the first one she looked at me and said: "Bob, you look like someone is holding a gun to your head to make you want to do this interview."
I think she meant I wasn't looking too enthused.
It was the hardest thing we've done-- like the photo shoot except we had to think and talk. Horror.
Oh well. Back to this later.
Jenny's speech was fine. We were wiped after Thursday. She wasn't bouncing off the ceiling but she did great. Might have been me outlining You Again in my notepad two minutes before she went up to talk. I was saying: Well there was the NIGHT thirty-five years ago when everyone was boinking everyone and then--
She held her head and said "Brain Full" then went and gave the keynote. I liked it. She did the five things a writer shouldn't do, then turned it around and said the five things you should do.

We were driving along I-95 when Meg called and told us about the Agnes deal. Well, called Jenny because she couldn't email me and tell me to answer me phone like she usually does because I never answer my phone. So we got the info on the deal, Jenny hung up, told me the deal. Then she said "I'm really really happy." Silence. Then I said, "Hey, look at that," pointing at something stupid, which for the life of me I can't remember. Because my brain is full. And Jenny said "So, good moment over?"
We also had to like pick a delivery date, and given Agnes should come out in April of next year, we picked 1 July. No sweat. Hehe.
Then we saw the sign for the 13 foot long alligator. Passed it.
Then another sign saying the same and Jenny wanted to stop. But we were moving and on a mission.
Then a third. So we stopped. We needed gas. Wondering how there could be THREE 13 foot alligators on I-95 in such a short stretch of road. You'd think there'd be a 12-footer or a 14 footer in there.
Well, you know what the story was.
Then she bought Moot and the palm tree. So here's the contest: Where will Jenny forget Moot? She left him on the table at the booksigning tonight. SO. Moot's days might be numbered.
Back to interviews and counter-intuitive. What we learned was we have a choice: either not do interviews or do them and do them right. But don't do them and act like you don't want to sell your book. What the hell else are you doing there? It's very hard for both of us and most writers to 'hawk' our book, but why shouldn't we? We love the book, think it's a great read. Are proud of it. But damn if we can say that.
Well, Doreen slowly broke us down to see the light. We're not there yet, but we're getting there. I can say DON'T LOOK DOWN, ROMANTIC ADVENTURE, SHE WROTE HE WROTE and something else which I can't remember right now, sorry Doreen, at least three times each in three minutes.
I think.
Brain full.
Up at 6 am. Pick up Jenny. Drive to Orlando. Drop her at airport. Don't worry, I'll slow down to about five miles an hour. Because I have to get back to watch the Steelers game, not that I care, but my friend Sally, whose husband plays on the Steelers, will care.
Great. There's a dog next door yapping in the motel. I love dogs, but it ain't my dog.
Then drive home.
So.
Where was I?
Brain full.