SHE WROTE: Bob Mayer Is A God Among Men
Look what I just got in the mail:
That Bob Mayer. What a guy.
He Wrote, She Wrote
In 2005, Bob Mayer and Jenny Crusie wrote Don't Look Down without killing each other, a miracle in itself. "He Wrote, She Wrote" is the continuing saga of their partnership during 2006, the Year From Hell, promoting DLD (out April 4) and writing their next work of genius, Agnes and the Hitman. 
Warning: Some Violence and Much Strong Language.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
35 Comments:
Bob, you star. There's hope for you yet.
The real question- did he put lipstick on any of the clams?
Very nice and you didn't have to sleep with him to get it! Well, she brought it up.
"Very nice and you didn't have to sleep with him to get it!"
Well, if Jenny had done that, she really ought to get the 13 foot stuffed gator.
For that I think Bob deserves a prologue!
Awww... and just when he was driving you nuts. Yup, I'd say you should keep him around. Kudos and a chocolate chip cookie to Bob, for proving that men do listen when women talk. Well, at least that he listens to Jenny.
Awww, how sweet. He remembered. For a guy that's a miracle. AND he paid to ship it, for a guy that's another miracle. Way to go Bob!!
Now, now. Guys aren't always that bad, and it seems we're being a touch hard on Bob here. He doesn't strike me as the Neanderthal ya'll are making him out to be.
The clams are really sweet--especially after sullying Moot with the lipstick. Poor gator!
*applause* Bob, that's great!
Jean, you're right. Bob's definitely not a Neanderthal. Not so much Sensitive Pony Tail Man either, but definitely he pays attention. Mostly when you least expect it.
And Bob, really dollface, what more do you want? Your writing partner, The Cherry Herself, hath declared you a God Among Men.
See, we women are simple creatures. Who needs flowers and poetry? Give me some clams playing poker any day.
Made some serious points today, Bob.
I'm glad it was clams he gave you and not crabs! Hehe.
That Bob. He's definitely a muffin.
What a guy indeed!! Way to go Bob!
Well, I think you guys have put that "couple rumor" to rest once and for all. Only a TRUE FRIEND sends clams playing poker.
Kudos to Bob for making Jenny's dream come true.
Kudos to Jenny for her good taste.
(I'm still referring to the clams.)
Greetings to the poker-playing clams from Pubert, the Disco Geoduck of the Elizabeth Lowell board:
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He's not just a muffin, he's a tangy muffin. Way to go Bob!
He must think we're all insane.
Stopping, buying the clams and then sending them are all actions of a romance novel hero.
(No, this doesn't mean I think you two are a couple. Just sayin' that a romantic hero would also do something like that.)
There goes the grim, paranoid image. Someone's going to write a character based on Bob.
Geez, a guy does something thoughtful and we all go nuts. Just goes to show how low our expectations are. Way to raise the bar a bit, Bob.
Cool! I felt really awful for you when you described the "it's not going to happen, is it?" conversation.
This is wonderful! Bob is sounding like a hero right out of one of your (solo) novels. Big, taciturn guy shows he has a soft spot for heroine after all by making a silly side trip for her.
This is the first time I comment a blog, and since I do it as a German in an American blog, it counts as a double first. But in Germany, we have a fairly young tradition of 'horror raffles'. That is when everybody takes the most awful object in their house, wraps it up and takes it to a Christmas party where they hold a tombola with these gifts as prizes. I'm sorry, but the clams would be the first thing I'd contribute. Whereas I'd keep Moot, because she symbolizes your cooperation so nicely, especially after she had her make-over. Although I'm still not quite convinced that the whole 'she wrote, he wrote' deal isn't just the prologue to a novel where the sarcastic romance writer and the mysterious action novel writer are fatally attracted. As a PR move, it's unbeatable.
If that hurt, please forgive me.
"Big, taciturn guy ... "
Is Bob that big? He looks quite average-sized in the pictures, but then he is usually sitting down ...
forget Bob - who/where is "Sensitive Pony Tail Man" ??
Sorry Bob ! Since this particular blogspot is commenting on the Poker Clams, which is such a perfect surprise, but what are they smoking???
Kaye, sensitive ponytail man can only be found in the romance section at your local bookstore.
Now that is sweet.
That is a 'did I just say bad things about that person because now I take them all back' moment. Would have loved to see Jenny's face opening the box!
"forget Bob- who/where is Sensitive Pony Tail Man?"
Sensitive Pony Tail Man is like the Yeti. There is no proof that he exists but plenty of people still believe that he is out there somewhere.
Bob, how are you handling all this adoration and praise?
Geez Jenny,
For this, I guess he can tell the restaurant story again!
inkgrrl, Sensitive Pony Tail Man. Ugh. LOL.
As for A God Among Men? Now he'll never make it through normal size door openings. But, maybe, even so. There was the view...and the house...tie that in with the clams. Apt description, I guess. Keep up the good work, Bob.
Definitely a muffin; not a doughnut.
Kewl Klams, Bob. Whatcha going to buy her to get the Epilogue? Heehee. A thirteen-foot gator sounds good to me.
Enough, ladies. Yes, it was a sweet gesture but Bob's going to get a big head if you don't stop gushing about him. And then Jenny will really have trouble on her hands.
here's the tee shirt.
"Bob Mayer is a god amoung men"
Jenny Crusie, January 2006
Mr. Sensitive Pony Tail Guy?
Come on, we never read a romance about a guy like that, lets not pretend we fantasize about him either. Be honest, he's boring.
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