Did you know, that if you announce a launch of your book, and invite people to said launch, they'll actually attend?
Normal people will find my amazement at this fact the astonishing part of the above statement, but I'm pretty sure it's been documented several somewheres that writers are, in point of fact, just a smidge nuts at the best of times, so go with me on this.
I was expecting a modest handful of the usual suspects, including the drop-ins lured by Tessa's and my smuggling in of cupcakes in defiance of Melbourne Convention Centre's food dictatorship. Lovely Little Cupcakes cupcakes, each of them with a small golem-shaped man1 on their luscious (decidedly lethal) frosting.
I don't know if word of those cupcakes tore through the convention centre or what, but there were more than just the usual suspects in attendance. There were even people I didn't actually know in the audience. Now that just broke my brain. (In a good way.) This was truly excellent, though, as it meant the two free copies of Shadow Bound went to people who hadn't already bought a copy on account of having known me for at least a decade.
There was also a Mysterious Box of Mystery, donated courtesy of the mighty Tess:
which contained an alarming quantity of a special golem-shaped edition of vanilla snap cookies:
I believe I may have actually inflicted death by butter on a significant member of the international writing community. Um…oops?
- well, normal people would have called him gingerbread man-shaped — but gingerbread man, golem, what's the difference, really? [↩]