Last night the lovely and talented Nicole Peeler hosted a little book launch party for her new novel, Tempest Rising. I recommend you buy five copies and read them all. Not because I have actually read her book, which I only just aquired last night, but because Nicole launched herself into my heart by a) hosting her launch at one of my favorite bars of all time, Beekman Bar & Books; b) offering her guests free single-malt Scotch (thanks to the wonderful Dr. Whisky, who I also got to meet and fall in love with); and c) not having me removed by security. For those reasons, I am now Nicole’s biggest fan. Until someone else buys me multiple drinks in support of their book. I can be bought with booze. Call me if interested.
There were also a bunch of Orbit folks there, including my fearsome editor. Somehow, as always, the Orbit crew and I ended up spending most of the evening together drinking recklessly and plotting to start a fire in the Orbit offices for the purposes of cooking. . .or something. The details are admittedly vague.
I have fallen equally in love with you AND your lovely wife, and everyone thought you were fabu. Except for the higher ups at Hachette, who don’t want their offices burned unless the Orcs escape and there’s no other alternative. Then, I think, the plan is to sacrifice us and, while the Orcs are picking their teeth with our thigh bones, they run for the bunker.
Isn’t that always the plan? See you again for Launch Part Dos: The Sequel