SHE WROTE: So Glad You Asked

It’s 6:30 AM and I can’t sleep. Been up since four: Book Tour Insomnia. We had a grueling and yet terrific day in Dayton yesterday, lots of media with very good interviewers, stock signings, a small meltdown for me in Panera when we discovered the blog had disappeared, but Betsy the Cherry Mod got it back for us (she works at Google and knows how to find the people who can Do Things) while Inkgrrl and Mollie talked us off the ledge (Bob wasn’t as calm as he says he was, but I was the one who freaked). It was right about then that Bob started to talk about product placement, going down the list of things we could put on jackets. I stopped him and said, “You’d wear a jacket advertising Viagra?” and he said, “Sure.” Of course, he wore a skirt for the team, so I suppose a jacket that says “Viagra” is a step up. Then we did a terrific signing at Books & Co. with my old pal, Sharon, and two new people who know how to do a booksigning, Christina and Tanya, so by the time Kathy pulled up in front of the house last night, Bob and I were both comatose. And thank God for Kathy because we’d never have made it through the day without her.

And this is the place where I should say, “Thank God for Bob.” Somebody asked how this book tour is different from previous tours, and I can tell you in one word: Bob. I’d have been screaming by now if I had to do this alone, but having a partner on the road makes it a completely different experience. It’s not just that he carries half the load (actually maybe more because everybody’s so much more interested in seeing him which is lovely), it’s that he makes me laugh about forty times a day, checks to make sure I’m okay if I’m quiet too long, and makes me look great in interviews with that banter thing he does. I’m trying to remember how Kathy put it at dinner last night, but she said pretty much the same thing, that Bob was saving me on this tour. This guy gets Ding Dongs for life.

Some of the other questions you’ve asked (starting with the latest and working back for awhile):

“How has this tour differed from the tours you did for your own single authored books?”
Bob. Really, God Bless Bob.

“How are the fans differing? Such as do they have different feedback or types of questions?”
Well, there are Cherry Bombs now, so that’s good. But really, great readers are great readers, so I’m still seeing good people everywhere we go. New people this time, but good people.

“What is proper book signing etiquette especially for those of us who will only see you along with the 1 million other fans at the RWA conference in Atlanta? Is it okay to bring all your backlist and ask you to sign it?”
It always depends on who’s selling the books. I’ll sign anything you bring me and so will Bob, but the venue might limit the number of books you bring. However, I also pretty much sign books whenever you ask, so if you find me at other times and I’m not rushing someplace to make an appointment or a talk, I’ll sign then, too. Sometimes the store just asks that you only get two signed at a time to keep the line from stopping, but you can always get in line again or wait until the end and bring the books up then. I don’t leave until everybody’s books are signed, so if the bookseller is good with the backlist, I’m happy to do it.

“Can I take a couple of minutes to tell you both how much I loved the book?”
No, we hate that. Kidding. YES, please, please do.

“Can I have someone take my picture with you both?”
Yep. I’ll look like Joker from Batman because the smile tends to freeze on my face, but it’ll be sincere.

“When does a fan cross the line from groupie (think the Beatles on tour in the 60's) to lunatic (think Kathy Bates in Misery).”
When you bring in the ax. (Ax in the book, sledgehammer in the movie, right?)

“Do you accept gifts of food?”
I accept them and then they disappear in the direction of Bob, which is good. One thing that we have to deal with is that we’re flying pretty much everywhere, and we’re always packed to the max when we arrive, so getting larger things home is a problem. Mostly, we just want to see you, really, so gifts aren’t necessary at all. It sounds too sweet to be true, but the biggest rush authors get is people coming up and saying, “I can’t wait to read your book” or “I read it and loved it.” You can’t give a better gift than that. Hell, you showing up for the booksigning is HUGE for us, that’s all any author can ask for, and we thank everyone of you who’s come out for us so far.

“Why is this blog so blame addictive?”
I have no idea but I’m obsessed with it. I don’t know what I’m going to do in the middle of May when the tour is over and we have to scale back to a couple of times a week so we can write Agnes. I think this is my social life. I told Kathy that I was getting a life in 2007, and Bob said, “I’m thinking it’s 2008 now, we have a lot of work to do.” I said, “I can’t date until 2008?” and he said, “You can never date,” which is my fault because he and Kathy and I were talking about why authors write, and I said, “You know, I think if I ever had a successful relationship, I’d have to quit writing romance because I’d have nothing to write about.” In retrospect, that was a mistake because Bob was paying attention that time.

“What does J. T. stand for?”
Jim Taylor, who was a football star, according to Bob. Greatest player ever. Something like that. J.T.’s daddy was a football fan. And “P.L.” stands for Penelope Lucille; “Pepper” is a nickname.

“Did Bob plan the sock thing?”
Yes. He told me the next day while snickering. “Bet you looked for that all over, didn’t you?” Yes, Bob. But he gets to live because he’s being such a hero on this tour.

“Actually, just thought, why do you have a "twisted mass of wreckage that is my “clothes to be sorted and hung up later.”" in your closet? I thought that Mollie sorted you out? Oh no. Tell me that you didn't take all that rejected stuff out of the Goodwill pile and put it back.”
I didn’t. But there was another closet upstairs that Mollie didn’t have time to get to, so I brought the stuff in that down to sort through and I hadn’t gotten to it yet. All the stuff that Mollie sorted out is now at Goodwill.

“What's happened to Double Indemnity? Has it fallen off the list?”
No, we just haven’t found it yet. I’m trying Amazon next because none of the stores we’re hitting are carrying it.

“Where's the skirt picture after all?”
We don’t have it yet. I think it’s in the next issue of Skirt, which is about a month out, and I don’t know if they’ll be sending Bob an advance copy or not, but he swears when he gets it, he’ll post it.

“I'm wondering since you're both attending the Surrey International Writer's Conference as speakers and I'm hoping to be there as an attendee...will you sign my copy of DLD and bring Moot along, too?”
Yep. And Bob is now looking out for Moot, too, making sure I don’t forget her, which is really heroic of him since he bet me I’d leave her somewhere during the tour.

“So, is it a good sign that while Bob is out - selling books - he's starting to quote Dempseys? Who are, after all, in "sales"...”
Bob quoted the Dempseys? Was it “Nothing but good times ahead”? Because I used to say that to him all the time and then I hit a bad patch and he started saying it back to me. So it’s really a Bob-ism now. And he wasn’t out, the blog was. Disappeared right off our Dashboards because somebody at Blogger was deleting spam blogs and we got tangled up in the delete. But wonderful Blogger put us back (thank you Betsy and Gerald) and Bob kept blogging in the background as they searched for it. (I was most grateful for getting the comments back for the blank blog. You were all brilliant on that one. Not that you’re not always brilliant, but that one was stellar.)

“Also, are y'all coming to the Portland, Oregon area or are you staying on the East Coast/California thing? Just thought I'd ask. :)”
Nope. If it’s not on the event schedule on the www.CrusieMayer.com site, we’re not going to be there. Nothing personal. We just go where the publisher sends us. And then we’re gonna write Agnes. Because it’s due August 1.

“Bob, are you somebody’s younger brother?”
Yes, he is. And I’m somebody’s older sister. Which probably explains a lot, right there.

“Why is your book tour not stopping in NC? (not that you don't have enough places to go already, I realize. But still.)”
Because the book is set in South Carolina (Georgia? Bob? Geography challenged here but I think Savannah is in GA), so we’re doing three signings there and in Georgia. Why is the book set in South Carolina? Because that’s where Bob wanted it. So he can walk the terrain. Which I have learned is actually a good idea.

“Bob, Bob, where are you? Did all the chocolate talk send you into hiding or at this very moment are you headed deep into the South American jungles in search of your own stash of cocoa beans?”
He’s getting ready to do a phone interview with a radio station in Lexington. As am I. Then we have to pack and go TO Lexington to the JoBeth there and then tomorrow it’s Louisville and then he drops me off at home (he says he’ll slow down so I can jump out) and he gets to go home. The poor guy is more than ready. I think we’re both going to sleep all weekend.

I can hear him moving around upstairs, so later for you guys. Oh, and the dawn is gorgeous here. I usually miss that completely, so there’s another good thing about today.