So I will, eventually, talk about this "Halloween" of which you speak, but first some updates:
I write this from NYC, where we just held the launch party for Tempest Rising. It was sponsored by Balvenie and Sailor Jerry, and it could not have been more fabulous. There will be a blog post forthcoming at my site, complete with pictures, very soon.
We've also released the cover for Tracking the Tempest. You can find out more at Orbit's website and at mine.
The Italian rights for Tempest Rising have sold, and hopefully we'll get some more exciting international news from the Frankfurt Book Fair.
There's also a first chapter, as well as a slew of new reviews out for Jane True and Co., which you can see here.
That's me, in a nutshell. Actually, I'm rarely in a nutshell, but I am often layered underneath piles of freshman composition papers. This is almost like being trapped in a nutshell.
And now to Halloween. Obviously, I love this holiday. Who doesn't? This holiday, however, I'm doing something slightly different and Officially Running Away to an Undisclosed Location. Seriously. It's the weekend of the official launch so I'm dealing with all that stress in a very mature manner: by fleeing for a weekend of relative debauchery. That's all I'm saying on the matter.
But I remember my less debauched Halloween youth very well: the dressing up, the candy, the crying when my much older brother STOLE MY GOOD TREATS.
My absolute favorite house to visit at Halloween was our neighbor's, the Buchner's. They owned a local bakery, and would give out their unbelievably delicious chocolate donuts, replete with black and orange sprinkles, to trick or treaters. I still love me a donut, and these were probably some of the best cake donuts that have ever existed on the planet, ever. I'll throw down for those donuts.
When I got home from trick or treating, that donut would always be the first thing I ate, with a glass of milk.
What was your favorite treat at Halloween?