Dressler, my German publishers, just sent me this. I thought it was definitely worth posting.
“One of the things Dressler have come up for their marketing is a pop song, performed by the "Demi Goddesses", a girl group of three young ladies, between 18 and 25 years old, who were casted especially for the occasion.
The track is going to be called "Where do I belong" (Helen's Song). There will be a music video, which will be put on Dressler's website and the band members will do promotion for the song.
The girl on the cover of Dressler's edition, a Danish high-school graduate, will also appear in the video clip."
My book is going to have a music video!! How cool is that?
As some of you may have noticed, I'm kinda new at the whole social media thing. But... I got a great excuse. The dog ate my website. No, wait, um... I was dead at the time?
No, here's the thing. I'm kind of a private person and I never thought anyone would be interested in the strange things that float around in my mind. Funny thing, someone decided to publish them.
So now I need to crawl out from under my rock. My safe, warm rock.
I must be the only person I know that doesn't have a Facebook page. Seriously, I just got one, like, two days ago. And my website? Three days old.
PS... the website is still a work in progress. That's why there are all those clouds-- I'm still trying to think up a theme. If you have any suggestions/comments, feel free. I'm wide open to ideas.
The same goes for Twitter. I want so badly to understand the hashtag. The hashtag is important, I can see that, but really, what the hell is a hashtag? Does it taste good with eggs?
I just want anyone that comes to this site to understand that although I am a newbie, I learn fast.
So keep coming back, because the next time you check in on me I could be Zuckerberging the heck out of this joint.
My editor at Harper Collins asked me this question for an interview, and I thought my answer would be a great way to kick off my blog.
When I think back over all the books I’ve read in my life, none have stuck with me as much as those that I read between the ages of 12 and 17. And I mean that literally. I still have the many of the actual books I read as a teen—not newer replacements.
I’ve taken my books everywhere with me. They’ve been lugged up six floor walk-ups in Manhattan or stuffed into the back of my car as I spent some time driving cross-country, getting hopelessly lost while trying to find myself.
When I couldn’t afford an apartment any bigger than a broom closet, I built a loft bed and slept over my books. (Just a tip… you might want to hire a carpenter for that one.)
I write for teens because I became passionate about stories when I was one, and if I get really lucky, I might write something that someone loves enough to drag around the world.