Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Home again, home again....
... jiggedy jig.
After about two solid weeks on the road, I'm back at home.
I really didn't plan on doing so many signings on this trip. But I seem to have a knack for starting things that I think will be small and having them spiral rapidly out of control.
Still, now I know I can do a reading/signing a day and not burn out. It was actually a lot of fun. In fact, if I hadn't been driving about six hours a day on top of that, it would have been downright relaxing.
The upshot is that it's much more likely I'll try to do a bit of a tour when book two comes out...
All the signings went remarkably well, by which I mean nobody threw anything at me or left the room crying halfway through. We got about a hundred people at each store, (sometimes a little more, sometimes a little less) which really surprised me, as we kinda threw this whole thing together at the last minute. I'm still more than a little baffled by the fact that some people are willing to drive 2-3 hours to come see me read and get their book signed.
What were the signings like? About what you'd expect:
(Click to Embiggen)
More details in a day or so. Right now I'm still catching up on my sleep and wading through the last of my accumulated e-mail...
Labels: appearances, fan coolness, my beard
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Saturday, March 6, 2010
Coming Soon to a Town Near You! (Offer Not Valid in Towns Not Near You)
As many of you know, a couple of days ago I decided to take a bit of a road trip down to Virginia. And, because I am an accommodating Midwesterner, I thought I might do a reading or two on my way down. So some folks could get their books signed, if they wanted.
When I posted up last week's blog looking for venues, I was hoping to maybe hear from 2 or 3 bookstores or libraries willing to help me throw a couple signings together. Maybe.
I didn't expect to get 30-40 offers. While it was terribly flattering, sorting everything out has been a bit of a logistical puzzle.
But I think I've finally got it all sussed. Here's the current list of times and places where I'll be stopping by to do readings and signings.[Edit: All signings now confirmed.]
Reading and Signing
348 East State Street
West Lafayette, IN 47906
Signing (No time for a reading here, I'm afraid.)
Josephbeth Book Store
692 Madison Road
Cincinnati OH 45208
Reading and Signing
Josephbeth Book Store
161 Lexington Green Circle
Lexington, KY 40503-3323
Reading and Signing
109 East Main Street
Norfolk, VA 23510-1691
Reading and Signing
Books A Million3312 Princess Anne Road
Virginia Beach, VA 23456
(757) 368-3167March 22nd
Reading and Signing
6701 Frontier Drive
Springfield, VA 22150
Reading and Signing
Barnes and Noble
5500 Buckeystown Pike (Fixed. Sorry.)
Frederick, MD 21704
Reading and Signing
24519 Cedar Road
Lyndhurst, OH 44124
As you can see, there's not a lot of time in between those stops. So I probably won't be adding any more stops. I'll hit somewhere in Chicago in maybe a month or two, as that's relatively close to home and I can just drive down there any old time I feel like it.
I've had several people ask, "What exactly do you do at one of these readings?"
So here's the deal.
First, I drink a strong cup of coffee. Something like a white chocolate mocha with two shots of blackberry and four sugars. This is the source of my power. After one or two of these, I look like something out of Kulba Kahn and can lift up a truck.
Second, I hang out a bit and chat with the people that show up early.
Third (Readings only) I spend about an hour reading stuff and answering questions. What I read really depends on what people are in the mood for. Sometimes I read a few humor columns. Sometimes I read a little poetry. Sometimes I read a bit of one of my books.
In between readings I answer questions about pretty much anything. Sometimes I tell stories. Sometimes I give advice. There are occasional descents into madness.
Fourth, I sign books. Generally speaking, I'll write whatever you want in a book: a quote from Bast, a profession of my undying love, a letter of recommendation to grad school.
But it's best if you give me some direction. If you say to me, "Just write whatever..." there is a very real possibility that I will simply write "Whatever" in your book.
I will also try my very best to spell your name correctly. Though sometimes I fuck up.Caveats and Addendum: Do not touch my baby.
Little Oot will be coming with me to some of these readings and signings. If you see him, you may gaze at him adoringly or coo in his direction. But touching him his not acceptable behavior.
No offense. But I don't you. I don't know where you've been. I don't know if you might be sick, or if you've been around someone sick. You might be a sociopath. You might be from Illinois.
Here's the deal. Oot is my first baby, and I'm very protective of him. So when planning your behavior around him, it would be safest if you thought of him as a tiny bear cub, and me as his momma bear. Any sudden movements or over-familiarity might lead to sudden and terrible wrath.
We clear here? Fair warning.I occasionally cuss.
I try to restrain myself if there are tiny kids present. But if the thought of hearing the word "shit" spoken aloud horrifies you, then... well... you're probably going to be horrified.My handwriting is not pretty.
My handwriting is such that young children mock me for it. Seriously
.You can have a hug if you ask nicely.
...Just don't get all handsy on me.Lastly, one request.
Since I'm scheduling these events not even two weeks ahead of time, there really isn't much time for typical promotion to spread the word about them. Most bookstores won't even be able to get up posters advertising these signings until next week.
So if you know someone that lives in the area who might be interested in coming. I'd be much obliged if you passed the news along to them. It's always so sad when I get an e-mail that says, "I just found out you were in [insert hometown here]! I can't believe I missed it!"
Thanks so much for your help everybody,
Labels: appearances, fan coolness, signing books
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Well folks, I didn't think we'd be able to do it, but we passed the 20,000 dollar mark on the name raffle. I'll never doubt you again.
Can I just take a moment to say how awesome y'all are? Yeah. You're awesome.
Because we hit 20K, I'll be drawing three winners. But it won't be for a couple days yet, as we're waiting for the last of the mailed-in entries to trickle through the postal system. Rest assured that I'll be posting up the results as soon as I've had a chance to chat with the winners.
On a related note, it warms my heart to see so many people rooting for Carly Trowbridge to win. A few people even donated money on her behalf. Extra style points there.
I'll admit that I'm excited for the drawing, and a little nervous too. There are some great names in there, and others will fit with some tweaking. But a few I can't think of how I could make them work. If I draw one of those, we'll be able to work it out, but I don't relish the thought of telling someone the name of their beloved dead goldfish just won't work in The Wise Man's Fear.
In other news, Oot rolled over yesterday. This might not seem like a big deal. But it is. It is a Big Deal. It's possible that there has never been a bigger deal happen in this house. If you'd been listening outside, you probably would've thought Sarah and I were watching the Packer game, or perhaps celebrating man's first step on the moon or something.
For those of you who have an interest in such things, here's a picture of him looking very pleased with himself.
That's all for right now. I'm in the midst of some pretty intensive revisions, so I don't have much brainspace to spare for being blog-witty. Rest assured there is some profound coolness right around the corner.
Labels: fan coolness, Oot
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Monday, November 9, 2009
Cool Doodles and Name Raffle News
So we're a handful of days away from the end of the name raffle
, and for the last couple weeks it's like every day is my birthday. By which I mean I get a lot of letters with money inside. Today when I open the mail I think I'm going to wear a festive hat and eat some cake too. I've been in the mood for cake lately.
Wait, what was I talking about? I'm not used to being up this early in the morning, and I find myself a little confusticated.
Oh, right. The name raffle.
In a nutshell, it's going really well. Paypal continues to be friendly, donations are generous, the names are cool, and I'm having a lot of fun opening the mail.
Admittedly, some mail is more fun than others.
For example, here's a set of notecards that just got sent in with someone's poor-boy entry:
(You can embiggen any of the images by clicking them.)
Thanks so much, Carly. This really made my day.
And you're right. Trowbridge is a great name.... Even if I don't draw it in the raffle, it might end up in the book.
That's actually the case with a lot of the names that have been sent in. I find myself thinking, "Hmmm.... Seth could be a good name for a farmer. Mellisa doesn't quite work, but Melias would make for a good noble surname in Vintas."
Personally, I'm really interested to see what names get drawn....
And now some FAQ:You said the contest ends on November 15th. Did you know that's a Sunday? I can't mail you anything on a Sunday...
True, but people can still paypal in their donations on a Sunday. If you want to mail in your entry, you should send it earlier in the week.Pat! I screwed up and forgot to enter my phone number and suggested name into the Paypal form! What should I do?
You should weep bitter tears. Did I not put instructions on the blog
? Clearly worded instructions? In red?
Seriously though. Don't worry about it. You're not alone. This happened to a bunch of people.
If you donated online, I have a record of your e-mail address. I'll write that on the card and use it to keep track of your entry. Then, if you win, I'll contact you and get the other information I need.How much have we raised so far?
Checks and donations are still coming in every day, so I don't have a final tally yet. But right now I think we're at a little more than 16,000 dollars. Which is awesome.
That means if you buy one ticket you've got (roughly) a 1 in 800 chance of winning. If you buy six tickets for 50 bucks, you've got about a 1 in 260 chance of winning.
I'm hoping we can have a strong finish. So how about this? To encourage people to donate and spread the word during the final days of the fundraiser, I'll draw a third name if we hit 20,000. That means the odds will actually get better for everyone if more people donate.Is this the only Heifer fundraiser you're doing this year?
Oh no. Not at all. This is just a warm-up for the people who are specifically interested in my book.
As I've mentioned before here on the blog, we'll be doing something very similar to last year's fundraiser
. Except this year we're going to have even more prizes, and some cool auctions too. Stay tuned for details.
I live far away, and I know my letter won't make it to you in time. Can I just e-mail you the name for my poor-boy entry?
I've had a few of these e-mails from foreign countries or from people in the army.
While I sympathize, I really don't want to change the rules that I laid down at the beginning of the contest. Changing the rules partway through is kinda unfair to all the people who would have liked to e-mail in their free entries, but went online and bought a ticket instead.
Maybe the next time we do this I'll have an online option, but for now, I think the only fair thing is to stick by the original rules.Once the drawing is over, do we get to know what names you've picked?
I'm going to leave that up to the winners. If they're cool with me mentioning it on the blog, then I might. Otherwise, I'll respect their privacy.
That's all for now, folks.
Labels: fan coolness, Heifer International, naming
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Monday, November 2, 2009
"And beside her came Andan..."
Back back in March, I got the following E-mail:
I'm having my first baby boy with my wife (due date April 13). The only boy name I have found that we both like is "Andan", found on page 188 of The Name Of The Wind.
I just really wanted to know if you remember where or how you came up with that name, and what you had in mind using it. I mean, the story reads that his name meant anger, but if you had any more information it would without a doubt be the single kindest thing anyone has done for me for a long time (in other words much appreciation:)
Although I have searched endlessly, I just can't seem to find any good information on the name... which I really like for my baby... but am apprehensive using it as I really don''t know where it came from.
Anyway, if you got to read this I thank you so much for your valuable time. Here's to Kvothe and his story... let more people find his tale and experience wonder. Seriously, though -- Thank You.
-Jordan & Melissa
I was flattered, of course. And I dropped them the following note in return:
I wish I could help you more, but it's hard for me to remember with that particular name.
You see, sometimes I make up a name and say it means something. And other times I take an old word and twist it a little and turn it into a name. And sometimes I take an old name and use it...
Unfortunately, that part of the book was written so long ago that I can't rightly remember which it was. But I expect that I might have made the name up entirely....
Best of luck with the new baby, and if you do decide to name him Andan, drop me a picture of him. That'll be a first for me, someone named out of the book...
And that was that. I knew it wasn't really a satisfying answer, but it was the only one I had. I didn't hear anything back from them, which isn't particularly odd. And I assumed that using the name had pretty much been a passing fancy on their part.
Then, just a couple days ago, I got the following message:
(Slightly edited for privacy's sake)
I emailed you awhile back about the name Andan in your book. You were gracious enough to provide with a prompt response, and I feel horrible that it's taken so long to get back to you.... but we did have a BOY!
His name is Andan. I'm so glad that you wrote that name in your book one time b/c we simply love it for our boy, and it is just perfect.
Anyway, I wanted to get a few pictures of our son Andan to you as I said I would... and I'm a man of my word, pretty much, mostly, yeah... we'll go with man of my word.
So, with no further ado, I would like to introduce everyone to Andan.
You have to admit, this is one seriously cute baby. He looks like one of the podlings from the Dark Crystal. I mean that in the best possible way.
At this point I'm tempted to say something witty, or pithy, or glib. But honestly, I can't think of a thing. All I can do is think about how very strange my life has become in the last couple years.
My best to you, little Andan. Your face doesn't look like a mask with burning eyes at all. It's my sincerest wish that you someday meet a sweet girl named Ordal and form a good relationship built on the common experience of having some seriously cool geeky parents.
Jealous of little Andan? Wish your name was in one of my books? Well wish no longer...
You! That's right, YOU have a chance to donate to a great charity AND get your name in my next book. Wow. I know. It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But remember, the raffle only lasts until November 15th.
Details, as always, are over here
Later space cowboys,
Labels: cool things, fan coolness, fanmail, naming
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Monday, October 12, 2009
I know I said I'd have the details about the name raffle up by Monday. But I didn't say *which* Monday, now did I? [Insert maniacal laughter here.]
Seriously though. I decided to add a paypal option for overseas people to use, and it's taking me a longer to figure out the details than I thought it would. Plus, I want the details of this particular blog to exceptionally clear and easy to understand. Otherwise I know there will be chaos and confusion.
Anyway. I'll have the kinks worked out of the blog by tomorrow (hopefully).
Until then, for those of you who have been asking, here's a picture of Oot.
(Click to embiggen)
(The picture, that is. Oot will remain regular baby size.)
Awwww. How cute is he? Plus his mouth is open, just like his daddy. In my experience, that means he's thinking about breasts, just like his daddy.
I wish I could take credit for that piece of dashing haberdashery, but I can't. The onesie he's wearing is a gift from a very thoughtful fan. Pure style.
Also, for those of you who keep asking. I think he's going to continue to be known as Oot here on the blog. Later on, if he wants, he can choose to be an internet rockstar. But for now, we'll let him keep a little anonymity. Literally.
Labels: fan coolness, Oot
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Saturday, August 1, 2009
San Diego Comic-Con 2009: The Highlights
I've wanted to go to San Diego Comic-con for years, but something always seems to keep me away. Two years ago it was a family vacation. Last year I was conducting a wedding.
This year was no different: I had an exciting adventure Wednesday morning. I was in the ER two hours before my plane was supposed to take off....
But while that story is a good story, exciting, full of drama and tragedy, it's not really part of the convention. So I'll pass it over for now. Suffice to say that despite many obstacles, 2009 was the year that I finally made it to San Diego Comic-con.
On Thursday, I met up with a fan called Pooka. I don't always recognize my fans, even when they contact me before the convention. But in her case, I somehow managed to pick her out of the crowd:
(I'm the one with the beard.)
You can't see her pink leggings in this picture, but you'll have to trust me on the fact that her plumage is abundant and bright. She was nice enough to show me around the convention, as she's a veteran comic-con attendee, and I'm just a newbie.
Pooka and her friends throw a party every year at the con: X-Sanguin.
They invited me this year, and while I was flattered, I ended up taking a pass. I expect I'm not sexy enough to hang with the glitterati. Not even when I'm wearing my shades and pretending to be as cool as Neil Gaiman:
Pooka helped me find the room where my panel was being held. It was the only panel I was scheduled for at the convention proper, and to be honest, I was a little nervous. Not only was Jacqueline Carey on it, but Lev Grossman was moderating. Dude is scary smart.
I can't find a picture of the entire panel, but here's one of a few of the other folks, including Carey.
In the corner you can't see Lev, but you can spot a copy of his soon-to be released book, The Magicians. I got to read an advance copy a little while back, and really enjoyed it. I'll probably do an official recommendation
on the blog a little closer to the release date.
The panel's topic was "The Evolution of Fantasy." I avoided making too much of an ass of myself and got a laugh or two. Which is as much as I can ever hope for on a panel. If you want more details, Lev wrote a column about it for Time. You can read it over here.
After the panel, I had a signing where some fans gave me an awesome little Voodoo doll. (Or mommet, if you will.)
(Yes. It's got little screws sticking out of its head.)
When I asked how they'd like me to sign their books, they said they wanted to be designated as official Fanatical Minions. Nobody's ever asked that before, so they got to be Fantastical Minions #1 and #2.
I felt obliged to point out that the numbers were not a ranking system. Just a designation.
After the signing I got to hang out a bit with Cindy Pon
. Whose first book just came out. She's a lot of fun, and if you hop over to her blog, you'll see her dressed up as Chun Li the next day at the con. Needless to say, she's my kind of person...
Capping off Thursday, I got to have Dinner with Greg Dean from Real Life comics. We've known each other for a while, but never met in person. Dinner was lovely and the conversation.... Well.... I had a great time. But I don't know if I can say the same for Greg and Liz.
You see, most people have conversational filters. Not so much with me. So when something interesting happens in my life, I tell stories about it. Even if these stories are... odd.
As I've mentioned, when I was leaving for the convention I had... an adventure. An adventure that I shared with them....
You should probably just go read the comic he wrote about it...
Last but not least, I saw the first Name of the Wind t-shirt ever at the convention:
How cool is that? Extra minion points. Doubleplus good.
Thanks all for now, folks. But come back soon, there's going to be a blog in a day or so that will need some audience participation...
Labels: Catgirl, conventions, fan coolness
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Saturday, March 28, 2009
Quite frequently, something happens in my life and I think, "I should mention this on my blog."
This is one of those unpleasant truths that I'm reluctant to come to grips with.
I think part of the problem is the word "blog." I never felt this way when I would think similar thoughts about the humor column I wrote, or when I think, "I'm going to put that in the novel."
I know a lot of people who struggle to think of material to put on their blogs. I'm the other way around. If I went with my natural tendencies, I'd be writing little stories up here every day, maybe more. Slowly I would move all my writing energy into the blog, then it would start eating into other parts of my life too. Drawing time and energy away from vital activities like eating and playing videogames. Eventually they would find my shriveled husk in front of the computer.
Because I don't blog all the things I think of, sometimes interesting little stories get left by the wayside. This ensaddens me.
For example, months ago, I was driving around with Sarah. We were bickering, which is like arguing, but cleverer. We're really good at bickering. We could bicker for our country if they ever made it an Olympic sport.
The key to our successful bickering is the fact that we argue about stupid shit. We're also articulate, witty, and in love. Lastly, I am funny as hell, and Sarah is absolutely batshit crazy.
This leads to great bickerings. Honestly, I wish I had a lot of them on tape.
So we're driving around, bickering, and Sarah says, "Whenever you call me a rule utilitarian it makes my womb clench.
And I thought, "I've got to mention this on my blog."
Not the reason for the bickering, which I can't remember. Not any of the context, which really isn't that important. I just wanted to share that sentence because I knew if I didn't, you'd never run into it at any other point in your lives. Ever.
Sometimes the blogs that get put off are more substantive. I put those off because they'll take a lot of time and energy to get right.
And sometimes they aren't hard to write, they just get buried in the ephemera of daily life. Then when I rediscover them, I think, "Shit. I can't believe I haven't posted anything about that yet..."
This is an example of something thus belated.
After last year's minor debacle with the Locus Award
, I posted a blog wherein I generally lamented the unfairness of all God's creation.
In response to that blog. Captain Joe sent me this.
And a close-up of the wordage.
Later, I found out he actually made it. Found the wood, burned it and glazed it. Installed the clock....
In short, it was some serious above the call of duty coolness.
So I just wanted to take this opportunity to share this coolness, and thank him for it in a very belated way. If I had my way, I would have them write "Winner of Captain Joe's Most Kickass Novel of the Century Award," on the new version of the book when it comes out. But I'm pretty sure the marketing people have their hearts set on the whole NYT bestseller thing....
Labels: awards, blogging, fan coolness, Sarah
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Sunday, March 8, 2009
Floating on a Sea of Love.
Gech. After I wrote that title, I threw up a little bit in my own mouth.
But just because it's nauseatingly sweet, doesn't mean it's not true. Since I posted the Longest Blog Ever
about a week ago, I've received roughly one billion messages. There were e-mails, phone calls, facebook wall posts, strip-o-grams, and alien beams shot directly into my head from the icy depths of space.
Yeah. They read my blog in space, apparently. Who knew.
Seriously though, the vast majority of these messages have been displays of loving support and kindness. Many of them terribly sweet, funny, or touching in turn. Only a very few were snarky.
And yes, there was one turd. But it was a tiny thing among all the rest. A turdlet. And it didn't spoil my day. Instead I laughed a great booming laugh at his ineffectual flailing rage.On synchronicity:
Now, I should mention that I don't actually read any blogs myself. There are a few I peek in on occasionally, but my addictive web-wanderings lean more toward comics.
So after I posted my blog, I was surprised to learn that George RR Martin wrote a blog
on a similar subject about a week before I posted mine.
I saw Mr. Martin at Worldcon last year. And I almost went up to him and asked, "How have you gone this long without killing someone?" Because however much flak I happen to get from fans, he has to get a thousand times more.
In my opinion, he's a saint. If I had to deal with that level of fan dickishness, I would have already lost my shit in some spectacular way. There would be a video of me on youtube, gone all berserk with nerd rage, holding someone up by the neck, shouting "I've got your sequel right here, bitch!"
I didn't actually approach him and say that though. Because it seemed a weird way to introduce myself. Still, know that I'm on your side Mr. Martin. Slow writers represent. Um. Yo.
Several of you also brought Scalzi's post to my attention as well. Apparently, just a couple hours before I posted up my blog, John Scalzi over at Whatever wrote a blog on the topic of authors
. It's a good read. Not only did we make a lot of the same points, we even made some of the same jokes. It was more than slightly eerie, to tell you the truth.
I just wish I'd skipped the last revision, and posted my blog a day earlier. That way it would have looked like he was ripping me off instead of the other way around.Concerning the flood of love:
I just wanted to mention that I did read all the messages. All of them. Though I only responded to a small fraction of what came in because there just aren't enough hours in the day.
While I was reading through them, I snipped out some of the clever, bizarre, and funny things people wrote.
Then I cleverly lost the file I saved those quotes into. And I just don't have time to winnow through several hundred messages again to dig them out. Rest assured that I enjoyed them all. Even the turd.
There is one message that I got after I made the post that just about knocked me over though.
My husband reads fantasy and I, the English teacher, prefer "real literature." The Name of the Wind is what I get for being so smug. It is an incredible novel! Our first baby is due this April and I'm not sure what the two of us anticipate more: our new daughter or the Wise Man's Fear!
Well done, Mr. Rothfuss, well done!
If that isn't intimidating, I don't know what is. I have a terrible mental image of a woman going into labor in the fantasy isle of Borders.
Oh, and here's something else I thought y'all might get a kick out of:
You might have to click on it to see the joke.
I'm guessing that someone at B&N has a sense of humor, or there's a profoundly weird glitch in their system.(Edit: B&N insiders reveal the truth about this in the comments below. Thanks for the clue-in folks.)
Either way, I would just like to say I'm confident of my ability to get book two out before this deadline. Rest assured.
That's all for now. I just wanted to thank everyone for their support. I'll be posting up a few other blogs this week, so stay tuned.
Labels: book two, fan coolness, love
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Monday, February 16, 2009
My Trip to LA: Part Two
Just a reminder folks. This is part two of a longer blog. Part one is over here.
I've had the chance to hang out with some pretty cool people over the last year: Peter S. Beagle, Tad Williams, Neil Gaiman. Folks I've idolized for a long time. But I never had this strange vertigo with any of them.
I've thought about it a lot since then, and right now my best guess is this.
I think talking to someone you've seen on TV is like meeting someone you already know. Your brain has become familiar with the image of this person, you know the texture of their voice, their body posture. For all intents and purposes, you know them.
Except you don't. You're just familiarized to the sensation of them. What's more disorienting is that if they're an actor, the personality you've attached to their image isn't really their own. Or at least it's not *entirely* their own.
I don't think it's the same with writers. When you're experiencing our work, you don't see our faces. You might get a peek inside our heads (or think you get a peek) but that doesn't lead to the same visual imprinting that you get from watching someone on screen.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I've probably watched Dr. Horrible over a hundred times since it came out. I haven't watched The Guild *quite* as much as that, but if you count the times I've re-watched each of the individual episodes, I've probably moved into the triple digits by now.
This means that in the last year, I've seen Felicia Day's face more than I've seen the face of my own sister. More than I've seen the faces of any of my friends who all live out of town. More than any real-world face except Sarah's, and honestly, during the week when Dr. Horrible was first released, that particular race might have been too close to call.
I think that's what where this strange vertigo came from. It was some rational part of me hitting my the degauss button in my brain again and again. Helping me realize that the person in front of me was fundamentally different from the person I had been watching on the screen of my computer.
And eventually it worked. I was able to settle down and talk with her and the moments of odd vertigo grew farther and farther apart. Unfortunately one of those moments happened when I was signing a book for her. A signing that I screwed up to a degree that still embarrasses me.
I also have to say that I was really impressed with everyone else at the signing. I know a lot of people must have recognized her, but from what I saw, nobody freaked out on her or hassled her.
Part of this I'm guessing has to do with the fact that we were in LA, but I'm willing to lay a lot of it on the fact that my readership seems to be composed of very cool, intelligent people.
For example, when I was signing books after the reading, a couple folks came up to the front of the line, and thanked me for introducing them to Dr. Horrible on my blog.
I motioned them a little closer and they leaned in. "Be cool about it," I said quietly, excited to get the chance to tell someone who could appreciate the news. "But Felicia Day is here. She's behind you, standing in line!" I grinned, vibrating with geeky joy. Probably looking like a garden gnome who has recently stumbled onto the a particularly interesting patch of mushrooms.
"We know!" They grinned too, just as excited as me.
After the signing, the lot of us went out to dinner: me, my gracious hosts, a few of their friends, and Felicia day.
We ended up at a small restaurant, where I had the best Thai food of my life. And I must say, sitting there, surrounded by rocket scientists, librarians, and other persons of eclectic occupation. Chatting and trading stories with Felicia day. It was my own personal Valhalla.
Lastly, since we're talking about public appearances, I'm going to be having a little reading up here in Hayward in a week or so.
So if you live up here in the north woods of Wisconsin and are not an elk, feel free to swing by. It should be a nice cozy event with just a few of us, so I'll have plenty of time to chat with everyone who comes. Plus, I hear there will be cookies.
February 26th, Thursday, 6:00-8:00
Hayward Public Library
10788 HWY 27/77
Hayward, WI 54843
For more info call 715-634-2161
And back to work for me,
Labels: appearances, fan coolness, Felicia Day, meeting famous people
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Monday, December 29, 2008
Home for the Holidays
While I live in the cozy little town of Stevens Point, I grew up near Madison. That's where my family is. It's home, in the biggest sense of the word. That's where I go when the family-type holidays roll around, and that's where I went this Christmas.
A couple months ago, I went down to Madison to attend Wiscon
. It's nice to go to a convention that doesn't involve spending all day on a plane, and this one is practically in my backyard.
While I was there, I ended up hooking up with Tobias Buckell
and David Anthony Durham. And by "hooking up" I mean that we were going to hang out at the coffee shop and chat. Not that they aren't attractive men and all... But... well. Yeah.
Anyway, before I go into the coffee shop, I hit the Jamba
Juice next door. Because I love Jamba
Juice. Specifically, I love the Orange Dream Machine smoothie. If there was a Jamba
Juice here in Stevens Point, that is all I would eat. Ever.
So I get a smoothie and head across the street to the coffee shop. There, I order a mocha and politely ask if it's okay for me to bring in my smoothie. The hipster behind the counter is cool about it, and I tip him generously.
So Toby, David, and I are waiting for our drinks when a policeman shows up. Not mall security. This is a real cop, blue suit, badge, gun and everything.
This makes me edgy. Back in high-school my friends and I used to be hooligans. Our main hobby was toilet-papering houses. In a small town like Deforest (which is where I went to school) that means that you have to get pretty good at dodging the cops, because most of their job was keeping us from doing stuff like that. It was like an elaborate game of tag.
My friends and I were pretty good at it, and we were never caught. We developed highly sensitive cop radar that let us know when to run or hide.
The unfortunate result is that these days, whenever I see a cop, I feel like I've done something wrong. This isn't helped by the fact that at any given moment that I might be returning from, going to, carrying around, or at least thinking about something illegal.
So when I see the cop, I immediately feel shifty
. I do a mental
inventory of my pockets and backpack, wondering what I have on me that might get me in trouble. This is also a holdover from highschool
. Back then, innocent things riding around in your car with you can get you in trouble. Things like fireworks, silly string, shaving cream, and, of course, the case of toilet paper in the trunk.
But I don't have anything on me. Lockpicks
might raise an eyebrow, but they're legal to carry here in Wisconsin. I have a bottle of caffeine
in my backpack. And while it looks suspicious, it's not illegal either. I'm clean.
Still, I can't help but feel like this cop is giving me the eye. I get my mocha and wander over to the condiment
stand to add my requisite four or five sugars. I'm sure of it: he's looking me over. Is it because I have terrorist beard? That might single me out in line at the airport, but in a coffeeshop
in downtown Madison? Not likely. There are hippies here aplenty
I head over to the table Toby and David have picked out, and he's still watching me. What is it? Am I wearing my t-shirt that says, "You say tomato, I say fuck you." No. Is it my black leather trench coat
? Am I just radiating latent
guilt? What? What?
He comes over to the table where I've just taken off my coat. His expression is serious, he's frowning a little. Then it occurs to me - the Jamba
Juice. He knows that I shouldn't have it here in the coffee shop. Is it illegal to have a carry-in?
He then he says. "Did you write The Name of the Wind?"
And I'm floored. He's read my book. We chatted for a bit, and I got to look popular in front of my fellow writers.
However, I knew that for what it was, a fluke. There had been a story about me in the paper a couple days before. A "Local Boy Does Good" sort of thing. They used a picture of me, and I have to admit I do have a bit of a distinctive look.
Jump forward to last week. Sarah and I are walking out to my car in the Borders parking lot. Heading toward the bookstore is a stranger, making more than the usual amount of eye-contact. As he had some respectable chin growth, I figured he was just expressing beard solidarity.
But then, as he comes closer he nods and says, "I like your work."
I say, "You're kidding me. You know who I am?"
He does, apparently. Still, I can pass this off as a fluke too. It did happen in the parking lot of a bookstore, after all.
But then, two days later, I'm at the post office mailing the check out to Heifer
. When I hand the guy the envelope, he looks down at it, then says, "Are you the writer Pat Rothfuss
So... yeah. It was weird
. Cool, but weird
. It's nice that these last two things happened when Sarah was around, so she thinks I'm cooler than I really am. This is important because she's much prettier and nicer than me. I need to have something to balance
the scales out.In unrelated news,
I'm going to be making an appearance at a bookstore in Pasadena on January 17th
. I can't lay my hands on the details right now, but I'll post them up as soon as I can find the appropriate piece of paper.
Hope everyone is having a good time,
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Friday, November 14, 2008
Heifer Fundraiser: More Prizes, More Questions
You guys are awesome. I think I can safely say that.
It's been less than four days, and we're raised over 5000 dollars. That's not counting my matching donation or any of the donations being made by people who are mailing checks or choosing option two.
If you've joined us late in the game and don't know what's going on, you should probably check out the blog OVER HERE
. It gives the details of what we're doing.
- I've added more prizes to the Lottery option, because we're having a bigger response than I initially anticipated. I've added more maps, signed books, and a second Advance Reading Copy of book two.
- I've been contacted by a bunch of authors who are donating signed books and other cool things to the cause. I'll be posting up details as soon as those books come in. We're going to have a LOT of new stuff in the mix.
- My delightful PR person over at Penguin has managed to find us more copies of the DAW sampler. So we have 60 of those in the mix, each with a teaser chapter from The Wise Man's Fear.
Everyone say, "Thank you Erica."
You know she's cool, because I don't let just anyone wear my gnome hat.
Now, answers to more questions.
- "Can you add an early reading copy of book two to the Sure Thing option? I'd pay ANYTHING for an advance reading copy of book two. ANYTHING!"
Really? Okay. I've added it to the list of things for sale under option two. You can buy one for 1000 bucks.
Here's the deal. I'm not saying you can have it right now. You'll get it when it's ready, and right now it isn't ready. I can't promise you a galley copy either, because I don't know how many of those I'll have at my disposal. But if I can't get you a galley, I'll print a copy off for you on my own personal printer, bind it together, sign it, and mail it to you. Maybe I'll draw a little goat on it too.New
- If you're interested in this option, keep in mind that your 1000 dollars doesn't get added to the lottery. You're effectively going for Option Two, as described over HERE
. If you don't know what Option Two is, go over there and read about it.
Now just so you know, I'd never sell advance copies of the book like this just to make money. That would be crass. But this is for charity. So if you have money to burn, and you *really* want it that badly. Drop that check in the mail. I'll even add 200 bucks of my own. 1200 dollars is ten goats for ten families.
- "I love that you're doing this. Can I post about this on my blog?
Absolutely. I'd like nothing better than for people to help spread the word. Tell your friends on Myspace. Twitter it. If you're on Facebook, you can join the event
someone created for the fundraiser. Feel free to sign up and invite your friends. The more the merrier.
However, I would prefer if you would link to my blog, rather than trying to copy-and-paste my post. That page gets updated whenever we get new prizes or something changes.
- "I plan on donating to Heifer Int'l this year as a gift to my parents. In the past, donating directly, I received a card verifying the donation. If I donate through your page will I still receive the same type of gift card/verification?"
For those of you who are new to Heifer, this is the card he's talking about:
(Click to Embiggen)
These cards are actually really cool. They talk about the work Heifer does, and how the different animals improve people's lives.
I called Heifer and they reassured me that donating off MY PAGE
is just the same as donating through their gift catalogue or anywhere else on their site. You still have the option of requesting the gift cards.
- "Can I donate to Heifer International using paypal?"
Nope. Sorry. But if you have Paypal, I'm guessing you have a credit card. You can use that.
- "I don't have a credit card. If I mail you a check will you enter me in the lottery and match my donation?"
Um.... Wait. No. You really shouldn't. It's just risky all around.
However, if you don't have a checking account or a credit card, you could get a money order and send that to me. I'll enter you in the lottery, and double your donation.
That's all for now folks, keep spreading the word.
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Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Heifer Fundraiser: A Few Questions Answered.
Today has been a great day.
Today I woke up feeling refreshed. The tight knot in my back that's been bothering me for almost a year was almost non-existent. I found myself singing in the shower, something that I used to do a lot, but haven't lately.It's no great mystery what's making me feel this way
. It's the fact that in less than 24 hours, we've raised more than 2000 dollars for a great charity. More that 4,000 after I match everyone's donations. Success beyond my wildest expectations.
This is so much fun.Click Here to Donate
Hmmmm.... I wish that little thermometer said, "We've
Anyway, because we've had such a strong start, I waned to answer a few questions people have been asking.
- "Will you stop matching donations when you hit 5,000 dollars?"
No. I'll match all the donations that are made.
Earlier today, when I told Sarah how well things were going, she looked at me a little nervously and asked, "Are you going to be okay with it if people donate 10,000 and you have to match it?"
"I expect I will whistle a jaunty tune," I said happily.
"What if they raise 20,000?" She pressed.
"Then I will probably perform a tiny, happy dance while I whistle," I explained.
Don't misunderstand me here. I'm not all Scrooge McDuck rich over here. But I can't think of any better way to go broke than this.
Truth is, when I was setting up the page on Heifer, I set the goal at 5000 because I had no idea if y'all would be interested. I didn't want to set it really high, because then if I only got a few donations, I'd feel like a sad loser.
But because this actually seems to be going somewhere, here's what I'm going to do.
I'm going to raise the goal on the donations page to 10,000. If we hit that, I'll be all tingly.I'm also going to add more prizes to the pool, so that everyone still has a good chance of getting something cool.
That way, you can tell help me recruit more people without feeling like you're ruining your chances to win stuff.
I'll post up more details about the new prizes in a couple days.
- Can I do some fundraising of my own, then donate it and have you match it?
By all means. Have a bakesale. Search under the couch cushions at your friends' houses. Show people at work the website then pass the hat. I'm matching donations from any and all who want to chip in.
But make sure you get it in by Dec 11th. And make sure you donate through THE PAGE I SET UP
. That's the only way I can track donations.
- "I can buy chicks on your page, but not baby ducks!"
Yeah. They don't offer all the different options on the donor pages. The cost of a flock of ducks is the same as for the chicks: $20.
- "How much of my donation to Heifer goes to actually helping people?"
This is a fair question. A lot of so-called charities are actually just scams that collect money, then use a very small amount of it for the intended purpose.
But trust me that I've done my research. Heifer is an award-winning charity for a reason. They've been doing good works for over 60 years.
Heifer keeps all its financial records available to the public, and 75% of everything it collects go directly toward helping people.
Here's a nice visual breakdown from Heifer's site.
You can see here that less than seven percent of their money goes toward administration. That's exceptional.
- "I live in [foreign country]. Can I still send you a check and buy a book?"
Yes. I stopped by the post office and bank today and peppered them with questions. So here's how it will work.
It costs me $20 dollars to ship a book internationally. Every additional book in the same package adds $10 to the cost of shipping.
So here's what you do:
1) Add the extra shipping to the prices I've already given.
2) Add three bucks to cover the fee that the bank is going to charge me.
3) Convert it into your local currency. (euros, pounds, rupees, whatever)
4) Write me a check using your local currency
. (This is important. Don't
write me a check in dollars if that isn't what they use where you live.)
5) Mail it off to me with the other information I've asked for
written on a notecard.
Easy as pie.
- "I love that you're willing to donate to charity. Would you match my donation to [insert name of charity here] instead?"
Everyone has their favorite charity. As I said in my first post
on the subject, I know there are a lot of good causes out there, and people have very personal attachments to them. Emotions run high in these areas.
Someone contacted me asking about animal shelters, another about diabetes. A third person posted a comment on the blog, arguing that people living in the US shouldn't give money to charities that support causes outside the US. I erased the post because it was harshing my groove, then I felt guilty about it because the person was very polite in making their point.
But here's what I'm getting at. I think it's important not to go all Bruce Wayne in these situations.
Follow along with me on this. Bruce Wayne's folks were killed by criminals, so he grows up and becomes Batman in order to fight crime. Because he hates crime. Because his parents were killed by crime.
Now I like Batman as much as the next guy. Good stories. Batarangs. Men in tights. He's probably my favorite superhero, or close to it. But the fact is, his whole Batman deal is pretty self-indulgent.
Think about it. Dude is a multi-billionaire. If he wanted to make the world a better place, he could create a foundation 100 times bigger than Heifer International. He could build shelters for battered women, schools in low-income neighborhoods. Sustainable agriculture. Renewable energy.
What does he do with his money? He builds super-gadgets so he can fight crime. Drives a rocket car.
Yes I know that Bruce Wayne is also a philanthropist. Don't quibble. He does a tiny bit of charity, and a whole big shitload of being Batman.
Why? Well... because it wouldn't be much of a comic if he didn't. But the other answer is, he fights crime because it makes him feel good. Not because it does good. There's a difference.
Cancer got my mom not too long ago, and it took a good hard swing at my dad, too. That means that I should be raising money for cancer research because I hate cancer, right?
Well.... no. Do I hate cancer? Of course. But if I just focused on fighting cancer for the rest of my life, I'd kind of be doing it for selfish reasons. Instead, I'd rather focus on making people's lives better. I'd like to focus on doing
good, then let the feeling
good be the side effect.
That's why I'm focusing on Heifer. They help people all over the world, not just here in the US. Why? Because people all over the world have it really shitty and they need help. To say that some people deserve my help more just because they're from the same country.... Nah. That's not my game. I'm playing for team human, not team USA.
Does that make sense? Wait.... What was the question again?
Oh. Yeah. Will I match donations somewhere else instead of Heifer? Respectfully, I'll pass. I'm not saying you should stop loving your charity. But I've put some thought into this, and I'm going to stick with Heifer for now.
Lastly, for anyone who's interested. I'm going to be doing a workshop (4:00) and a reading/signing (7:00) at a library in Lanesboro, MN tomorrow (Wednesday the 12th). I'm excited because I hear this place is about fifteen miles away from Lake Wobegone.
Want more details? Check out the my tour schedule
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Concerning Fanmail: Part One
So while I wasn't paying attention, I apparently received
piece of fanmail
Rather, I should probably say I recently received
mail from my 1500th
fan. There's been more mail than that, because sometimes I end up e-mailing back and forth with people who drop me a line. Interviews. Witty banter. Coy flirtation. Geek talk. That sort of thing.
But yeah. 1500, people have sent me messages. And that's just through the contact form on my webpage
. That doesn't count the people who have dropped me a line through Myspace
, or Facebook
, or sent me a physical letter. I'm guessing that if I counted those, the number would rise up over two thousand.
It's a little stupefying
now that I'm stopping to think of it.
I won't lie to you, fanmail
is great. There have been occasional
exceptions to this, like the guy who sent me a message saying that he hoped a dog would bite me on the nuts. But even that made me laugh.
I'll even go so far as to say that over the last year or so, fanmail
improved the quality of my life. I've had some real emotional low points since the book came out. But many's
the time when I'd get a little note from someone and it would salvage what was shaping up to be a real turd of a day.
Like today, for example. Today someone sent me a pair of fucking nunchucks
. I'm not even kidding. Look:
Okay. This picture is crap. But the nunchucks
are cool. They're heavy, solid. Not toys at all. And the only thing keeping me from swinging them around as an idiot is the thought of showing up as Guest of Honor at V-Con having broken my own nose.
They were sent to me as the "something cool" part of the package so I'd sign someone's
book. I was understandably delighted.
Then, later, I was out running errands and found out my favorite restaurant had just shut down. This place made sandwiches so good that they were sexual. Not just regular sexual either. These sandwiches were transcendent
. They were the sandwich equivalent
of a three-way. It was like you, the sandwich, and a sexy god made entirely of bacon got together for a friendly yiff
Anyway, my point is that my favorite restaurant
closed. Depressing. I was ready to be really bummed out. Then I thought to myself, "Someone sent me nunchucks
today. I have nunchucks
at home right now that I can go and play with." And my day was saved.
Of course, not all fanmail
is physical. But that doesn't mean that it isn't lovely. Take this excerpt
, for example.
I want to thank you so very much. Your book brought me and my girlfriend closer together. Life is tough, my girlfriend and I have a 15 month old son (named after me!) and it seems all we do is work and work and occasionally work some more. Money is always tight and stress is always high, but your book brought a respite from our monotonous routine. J---- loved it (as I hope you guessed already). I had so much fun discussing the book with her I can not even put it to words.
Needless to say, reading something like that is every bit as good as getting nunchucks
in the mail. What's more, that e-mail has the added bonus of having absolutely no chance of breaking my girlfriend's coffee mug. Which I just did.
In part two of this post, I'll share more of my favorite fanmail
excerpts. Y'all have said some crazy stuff over the last year.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
It seems like every time I'm at a convention, a thousand small, cool things happen. There's usually a dozen or so that catch at me, and I think, "I'll write about that in the blog when I get home."
But then I actually get home, and I'm tired. Then the next day I need to do laundry, and answer about 800 e-mails, and make lusty snugglebunnies with my girlfriend.
And sometimes I write, too. I don't know if y'all have heard, but there is a book that I'm supposed to be working on.
Typically, by the time I'm caught back up with my life, the memory of those cool little moments has faded somewhat. And so most of them just gently evaporate without ever being written down. Which is a shame, really.
So, instead of trying to weave all of these things into any sort of consistent narrative, I'm just going to bang a few of them out there. If you're one of those literary folks, you can think of these as vignettes. If not, you can just pretend you're reading a Vonnegut novel.
I hate it when you're at a crowded convention, and people stop in the middle of the hallway to talk to their four friends.
I know that one of the great joys of the convention is running into people and having a nice chat. I myself have been known to stop and talk with friends I haven't seen in a long while. However, the center of the hallway is not the place for this conversation. A coffee shop? Yes. Over dinner at the Italian place? Certainly. How about over in the lounge there, on the couches? Why that sounds lovely too....
The hallway? No. That is not the right place for your reunion.
You see, the purpose of a hallway is to allow people to move from one place to another. That is its primary function. That is key to the platonic form of the hallway. If you stop in the hallway to talk, you are acting contrary to the fundamental nature of the hallway. This angers god and all clear-thinking individuals. Including me. Yes me, the person standing behind you. Yes me, the person standing motionless behind you in the hallway. Yes the person who looks as if he is thinking about howling with rage, punching you in the neck, then stepping over your doughy, twitching body.
In the interest of politeness and civilization, I resist my urges. However, I am tempted to do something. Like make buttons that read: "Hallways? Ask me how!" or a pamphlet entitled: "Hallways: a user's guide for getting the fuck out of my way."
Bad - My cell phone went off during a panel.
Worse - I was one of the panelists.
Worst - I was the moderator.
P.S. Then it went off again.
When did clocks become unfashionable? Am I the only one who remembers when you could go into a store and there would be a clock on the wall? You know, for the telling of time? Who decided that wasn't cool anymore?
Yes I know most people have cell phones these days. But that shouldn't make any difference. People used to have watches. You know what's easier than digging around in your backpack, pulling out your phone, then opening it? Looking up on the fucking wall and seeing a clock there. That's what.
Fans are cool. My fans are cool to an exponentially higher degree. At gencon, after my first panel, a lovely young lady came up and handed me this....
This isn't a terribly good reproduction of the watercolour, as I just snapped it with my digital camera. But the picture is obviously a likeness of me from when I dressed up like a gnome at gencon last year.
Did I ever post up a picture of that? I can't remember. Here it is, just in case:
I never remember to take pictures of myself at these things, so I owe this picture to the fan who sent it along to me. When e-mailed it, she told me the story of how her daughter laughed when she saw it.
Her mom though that she was laughing at the obvious thing: a man dressed like a gnome. But apparently that wasn't it at all. The little girl reached out, brushed at my face in the picture, and said, "I like his fur."
Score another point for the beard.
Though I've done a bunch of traveling lately, I've never flown on Southwest Airlines before. They don't have assigned seating. Every ticket has a number, you board the plane in that order, then you pick whatever seat looks best to you, depending on what's left. It was a little weird. Not bad, just unfamiliar.
Also, Southwest apparently has the only funny flight attendants in the whole business. I've tuned out the standard safety procedures for over a year now. You know what I'm talking about: that little pre-flight spiel where they explain how the seat belt works and lie to you about your seat cushion being able to float.
But on Southwest, the woman said, "Please listen closely while my ex-boyfriend and fiance demonstrate the safety procedures." And I did pay attention, especially when she started to make fun of one of the guys who couldn't get his life jacket on quickly enough for her taste. Later, when she was walking down the isle, one of the guys got on the intercom and made a boom-bada boom-bada
noise in time with her walk. It was good fun.
Lastly, on Southwest, they don't cheap you on the snacks. They go around with a big box of different goodies, and if you say, "I want one of each." Then they just give you one of each. They didn't act like the CEO was going to count the packets of peanut butter crackers at the end and beat them if one is missing. Plus you got a whole can of soda and not just a cupful, which I appreciate.
These may not sound like much, but life, like writing, is built from small details. If I'm going to pay 400 bucks for a plane ticket, then I want a whole can of soda and an extra packet of peanuts. Does it make me feel better? Yes. Yes it does. It's like being given the choice between sodomy and sodomy with a little lube. You're going to have the sodomy either way, so you come to appreciate whatever small pieces of consideration the airline overlords grant you.
That's all for now. More later. Off to bed.
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Photo Contest Part X - The Grand Prize Winner
And here we have it. The end of the contest. The entry so awesome that I cannot even post it on the blog. I dare only reflect its infinite glory with a simple link.
When you get to their page, make sure that you click on the first page first. (It's the one that says "Chasing the Wind.") Then click through to follow the storyline. Yes. There's a storyline.
Wow. I just looked at it again. It made my honest-to-god tingly.
You know what? I'm not even going to talk about it right now. I don't want to distract you. You should just go, check it out
, then come back here and leave a comment that tells them how unspeakably cool they are.
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Saturday, June 14, 2008
Photo Contest Part IX - Covers and Cosplay.
Well folks, we're almost at the end of the photos. I hope you've had as much fun as I have.
Our final category is: "Best Cosplay." But before we get to that, there was a small subcategory of photos that I haven't included yet: photos commenting about the covers of the book itself.
This is the real hot-button question, of course. How much naked man chest do you prefer?
A lot of people weighed in on the subject.
Even to the point of dressing up as their preferred cover.
And here you see my clever segue into the "Best Cosplay" category. Look like anyone you know
Maybe this will help. When I started this contest up on Facebook
, someone else took young Kvothe's posed picture and photoshopped him onto the cover. I think both the model and the photoshopper deserve an honorable mention prize.
Some of the pictures people took told a story.
Here, for example, we have an epic battle taking place for the love of a beautiful woman....
Interesting side note: this is the look that women have been consistently giving me for the last 15 years. Admittedly, they usually have a pretty good reason....
I was especially tickled by the people who staged scenes from the book. This one is subtle, and the reference is easier to catch in the following version:
Here's the strapping young man we saw at the beginning of Part VIII
, putting those abs to good use. Extra points for rescuing the lady and
Anyone who's read The Name of the Wind should be able to identify this scene. But what really impressed me was the hard, white Dalonir cheese that they went to the trouble of including in the picture. That's the level of detail that gets you a pair of lovely runner-up prizes: one for Kvothe and one for Auri.
This is hot. The best part? Kvothe's drawn-on abs.
Winner. Such a sweet picture. I'm guessing most of you can identify this scene too.
We have a good degree of accuracy here too. Denna is all, "You're so dreamy." And Kvothe is thinking, "I wish Denna liked me.... Hey, are those cumulus or cirrus clouds.?"
Congrats. Both Kvothe and Denna can have a fabulous prize of their choosing.
This is so not cannon. Still, it's nice to see poor Kvothe get a little love...
Remember, if you've won, you need to follow the guidelines I laid down at the beginning of the contest
in order to claim your swag. Now that all the winners are finally posted, I'm going to go through and start packaging and mailing things out.
Well.... I shouldn't say that ALL the winners are posted. There was one entry so amazing that I had to give it a post all its own. We'll see that next week, so stay tuned.
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