The countdown has begun. The official release day for The Desert Hedge Murders is August 19th. If you didn't see the excerpt and synopsis from an earlier post, you'll find it here.
I've been trying to think of special ways to celebrate the day. Maybe go out to lunch and a movie and ignore my computer all day long. Or maybe read for fun all day. And have wine and chocolate for supper. Ah, the possiblities are endless.
But to get serious, there's a lot of work to be done. I've scheduled the conferences/conventions I'll attend this fall, and am now involved in setting up bookstore signings. One joint signing with another mystery writer is in the works, and three of us are working on a panel presentation we can propose to libraries in the region.
I'll be attending a writers' conference in Denver in September (Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers Colorado Gold) and a big mystery convention in Indianapolis in October (Bouchercon 2009), but a major goal this time around is to spend less time driving I-25 up and down the Front Range of Colorado, more time in Northern Colorado, and more time on the internet.
Although I'd originally planned to do a blogbooktour early in the fall, that's the best time to be out and about, visiting bookstores and libraries. One of our local independent bookstores even has a table at the nearby twice-weekly Farmers Market well into October, a great time to put on a sweater and do a booksigning outdoors. And the two days after Thanksgiving is when the well-attended Holiday Market takes place at our Senior Center. I've applied for a table in the Author's Room, so am hoping I'm accepted for that.
I finally decided the best time to head inside and blog my little heart out is after the weather turns iffy, maybe December and January. And as all of these events are scheduled, I need to update my website, which has been sadly neglected since I set up this blog.
While all this was whirling around in my head yesterday, I went to the mailbox and found a package from a dear friend in Indiana. She sent me homegrown tomatoes and sweet corn from the huge garden she and her husband have cultivated since way back before I even met her in 1969. The sweet corn is gone already. We ate it last night. Oh, yum!