Our Noe Valley book party was a success! We had our biggest audience and sold more books and ginger/gingerphile t-shirts than ever. Le Zinc French Bistro served a lovely sauvignon blanc and cotes du rhone and several delicious trays of hors d'oeuvres. It was great to see friends from as far away as the North Bay and the Peninsula and just as wonderful to see friends from Noe Valley, USA, as well as elsewhere in San Francisco. We played The Ginger History Game. The answers were: 7, Moby Dick, Herman Melville, and Napoleon Bonaparte. Don't you wish you knew what the questions were?
When you begin publishing, you hope strangers will find their way to your book but in truth it is your friends who find it first. They are your first level of support. I feel so grateful to our friends who have come to our first three book events and hope friends in the East Bay and New York will come out as well. Our final three events will be a test though. Will people show up who don't know us but are intrigued by the book or think the party sounds like fun or the panel interesting? We feel encouraged to try to make it happen.
For the last year, the Ginger Choo Choo has been traveling under the steam of Rick and David but now it's moving forward on the push push of our friends. Blanche may have depended on the kindness of strangers but, luckily, David and I do not.
And now a few words about the next stop. Win! Free! Books! Win a $20 Amazon book gift card if you're the first to answer this question correctly:
What literary connection do Paris and Oakland have?
Come see us Tuesday, Nov. 6, 5:30 to 7:30 pm at Farley's East, 33 Grand in Oakland's Uptown District, an easy walk from the BART stop at 19th Street, with plenty of street parking nearby.
Preview our book at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3577527
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Sunday, November 4, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Tossing our cookies
The author photo. If you preview our book at http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3577527, you'll see two of the results. Well, there were 100 results but two shots David and I both found acceptable. He tells me that's a typical batting average. I'm glad photography is not a contact sport.
It was a dark and stormy night when we met for our close up, Mr. DeMille. Not really. It was a bright and sunshiny afternoon at Castro & Market. David posed us on a red cafe table (but of course) at Jane Warner Plaza. That's where the naked men hang out. No naked humanoids that day though.
The table was full of ginger items, including me. Gingersnaps in three shapes, ginger root, ginger tea, ginger ale. Ginger, ginger, ginger. We were seated behind this plethora, smiling. Little did I know I would have to keep smiling for TWO HOURS. Friends who model or take photos of models say that's nothing. We got off lucky. Four hours is more like it--and you should bring a book or iPod or both. Not having been a model, I just brought me.
Me got pretty bored pretty fast. At first Rich, David's friend shooting us, tried typical hand on the chin glamour shots. I always wonder about those kinds of author photos. Is the author's head so full of BIG thoughts that one (or both) hands have to help hold it up? Anyway, it wasn't a good look for either of us, especially me.
I was having a hard time not eating the cookies so suggested we toss them for the photo. David liked that idea so he and I began throwing cookies up in the air and staring at them, amazed. We were supposed to look amazed because in the shot the cookies would be suspended in mid-air. Very conceptual. If you look at the book (please look at the book), you'll see that it does work. Cookies mid-air, two sets of amazed eyes. Our mouths open in amazement. I admit I tried to catch one or two. Even more amazing was how many times we had to throw those damn cookies into the ozone before we mastered speed, height, and eye to cookie coordination. But finally Rich and David approved a shot and I buried my head on the table in celebration, eating cookies.
David joined in and Rich took shots of us. Voila, le back jacket photo. My hair never looked better.
Writing this has made me hungry. Off to Whole Foods for gingersnaps!
Next time: Our goal is to break even.
It was a dark and stormy night when we met for our close up, Mr. DeMille. Not really. It was a bright and sunshiny afternoon at Castro & Market. David posed us on a red cafe table (but of course) at Jane Warner Plaza. That's where the naked men hang out. No naked humanoids that day though.
The table was full of ginger items, including me. Gingersnaps in three shapes, ginger root, ginger tea, ginger ale. Ginger, ginger, ginger. We were seated behind this plethora, smiling. Little did I know I would have to keep smiling for TWO HOURS. Friends who model or take photos of models say that's nothing. We got off lucky. Four hours is more like it--and you should bring a book or iPod or both. Not having been a model, I just brought me.
Me got pretty bored pretty fast. At first Rich, David's friend shooting us, tried typical hand on the chin glamour shots. I always wonder about those kinds of author photos. Is the author's head so full of BIG thoughts that one (or both) hands have to help hold it up? Anyway, it wasn't a good look for either of us, especially me.
I was having a hard time not eating the cookies so suggested we toss them for the photo. David liked that idea so he and I began throwing cookies up in the air and staring at them, amazed. We were supposed to look amazed because in the shot the cookies would be suspended in mid-air. Very conceptual. If you look at the book (please look at the book), you'll see that it does work. Cookies mid-air, two sets of amazed eyes. Our mouths open in amazement. I admit I tried to catch one or two. Even more amazing was how many times we had to throw those damn cookies into the ozone before we mastered speed, height, and eye to cookie coordination. But finally Rich and David approved a shot and I buried my head on the table in celebration, eating cookies.
David joined in and Rich took shots of us. Voila, le back jacket photo. My hair never looked better.
Writing this has made me hungry. Off to Whole Foods for gingersnaps!
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