Finally, my true, actual post about New Orleans—with pictures!
Now, I stole these from everyone involved (mostly Maggie) (really just . . . all from Maggie), so there’s a good chance we’ll be getting some duplicates around the internet, but they were too good not to share, so I’m co-opting them for my own use.
First, this group shot because it is . . . representative:
(Jackson Pearce, Carrie Ryan, Tessa Gratton, me, Maggie Stiefvater)
But for now, this picture pretty much sums it up:
Over at Merry Fates, we are having a CONTEST EXTRAVAGANZA in honor of New Orleans!
The prizes are good, and entering is easy–all you have to do is choose your favorite Merry Fates story (or three), let the internet know you like it, let us know where you posted it, and you’re entered to win something cool that the Merry Fates will pick out together while we’re there. What the prize will be is a mystery–all we know is that we plan to personalize/customize it in some way, and it will probably be bizarre.
Runner-up prizes include: a copy of SHIVER, a copy of BALLAD, and an ARC of THE REPLACEMENT. Books will be signed by the author and drawn-on/otherwise made unique by the rest of us.
We’ll draw names Monday–possibly, with Jackson’s () help, in the form of a video blog–so check out the link for details on how to enter.
Also, expect Shakespeare hijinks.
So, I’m very bad at talking about things before they happen. Mostly because I am terribly superstitious and absolutely convinced that I will jinx it. However, I feel quite comfortable saying that a week from today, I will be in New Orleans with my fellow Merry Sisters, Tess and Maggie, and Jackson Pearce, Vlogger Extraordinaire, and there will be food, book-talk, and antics galore!
For a much more lucid account of our upcoming trip, you can check out this post, in which Tess explains the details, draws a picture of one of my characters brandishing a handgun while on his way to mail her a love-letter, and speculates that I may or may not be a Jenny Greenteeth.
It’s times like these that I suspect I should not be allowed to summarize anything. (Also, times like this.)
Other things:
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