Christmas is my favorite time of the year, so I'm kicking off the holiday season with a little YA, NA Giveaway! I will feature a different author, everyday for the rest of the week. There will be one entry form but you can choose which book you'd like to win. To see them all check back daily for the other prizes! There will be a secret word hidden in the author interview so you might want to read it! All interviews will give us a secret look at our favorite author's holiday traditions and wish lists.
You're having christmas dinner, and all of your guests are authors. Who's there and what are you having?
This question is impossible. First because I have a list a mile long of authors I'd wish to invite and could never pick, and second, because if anyone dared to show at dinner, AT MY HOUSE, I'd freak-choke-pass-out. I've got serious star struck on author issues, so if I really love an author's work when I meet them I can't speak. If I manage to move my lips at all rocks fall out of my mouth. This has happened to me at Romantic Times and Romance Writer's of America. I finally see/meet my dream authors who inspired me and crickets-crickets-run-the-other-way'. I'm also dyslexic and at parties (and in life) I forget and mix up everyone's names, even people I know well, like my whole family.
This is also how I operated back when I had crushes on boys. The bigger the crush--the faster I'd choke. I'd go to a party, the guy would be at the party, I'd freak out (call him by the wrong name, of course) and I'd feel a lot sick and LEAVE by way of RUNNING back to the dorms and sit alone. Yep…so, obviously I was single and the last living virgin on the planet because of this. Not gonna lie…but it worked out…eventually. I married a patient guy called Tom--er--Edward--Mr. Darcy--heck, what's his name?