So in case anyone missed it, RB’s book, Fallen Redemption, came out last week and you can buy it here. For now, it’s available as an e-book only through Amazon, as part of the Kindle Selects program for $2.99 (free to borrow for Amazon Prime members!). In three to six months it will also be available through Barnes and Noble for the Nook. It’s supposed to be released in paperback in six months, but I’m hoping they’ll have it out earlier, in time for Christmas, so I can give autographed copies of it to everyone on my list.
Because, dude, my sister published a book. That’s amazing.
She’s taking the week off from posting and I like to imagine that she’s sound asleep on the couch, an empty champagne bottle at her feet, the living room floor covered in balloons and streamers and those plastic vampire fangs you can buy at Halloween, the leftovers from the massive party she totally should have had the day her book came out. (Note to Woodchuck and RB: This is a hint. When it’s my turn, there should be champagne and balloons and witch hats.)
I’m pretty sure she didn’t have that party, though, and I’ll bet you anything she’s not napping right now. Chances are she’s reorganizing the basement or running seven miles or writing another few thousand words of her current WIP, because RB? Not so much with the sitting still and napping.
She’s the baby of the family, five years younger than me, and she was the funniest little girl. Busy. Determined. Organized, even as a toddler. Tough. She used to pull my hair so hard that I’d scream, and then I’d get in trouble for screaming because I was the big sister. When she was three, we—our older sister and I—used to ask her at bedtime what she was going to do the next day and she would give us this very serious, very detailed schedule, right down to what she planned to have for lunch (usually SpaghettiO’s) and who she was going to play with when we got home from school. It’s no surprise that she’s the first one of us to get a publishing contract. People have asked me if I’m jealous—I’m not. I’m really, really proud of her. She’s worked hard for this. I decided when I was eleven that I wanted to be a writer. I worked at it for a while then quit, then started again, then quit again. RB decided that she wanted to be a writer when she was a teenager, and since Bubbles was a baby she’s always been writing a manuscript, or editing a manuscript, or shopping a manuscript around. When Bubbles was little she got up at 5 a.m. to write before her day started. When she comes to visit she brings her laptop and works a little here, a little there. She’s amazing.
She hates having to do this publicity stuff but I’m pretty happy to be her shameless commerce division. She’s worked for it. So please go check out my sister’s book. Buy a copy, borrow a copy, suggest it to a friend, leave a review. But quietly, please, because I’m still hoping she’s taking a nap.