Monday, August 29, 2011

It's that time again, folks. I have a book hitting shelves in the next few days. (Have I mentioned that? A little book called Seeking Persephone? Heard of it? Has it come up at all?)

So.... I'm bringing back my favorite giveaway from way back when Courting Miss Lancaster first hit shelves. *drum roll*

The "Take a Picture of Seeking Persephone
on a Bookstore Shelf
(or in your hands if you order it online/for your ebook reader)"
Giveaway Contest Thingamajig

Here's how it works:

1-Spot Seeking Persephone out in the world and snap a picture.
2-Post it to my author Facebook page -OR- Post the picture to Twitter with @SarahMEden included in the post (so I don't miss it)
3-I will give away 2 (that's right, TWO) prizes:

Prize #1: Given to the FIRST person to post a picture of Seeking Persephone out there in the world
Prize #2: Chosen randomly from amongst all the people who post pictures

Description of Prizes:
A really cute purse (see in the picture how fabulous they are??) with
a super-cute journal
Lindor chocolate truffles
Stephen's gourmet cocoa mix

The contest opens NOW and runs through September 22, the day of our big ol' fabulous launch party!!!

(If you do not have access to Facebook and/or Twitter and still want to enter, send me an email via the Contact Me tab above and I'll help you out!)

Friday, August 26, 2011

(Every Friday I interview a different person and share that interview with you. Perhaps they will be a fellow author. Perhaps one of my neighbors. Maybe the bagger at the grocery store. A member of my family. A follower of this blog. Maybe it will be you! Hey, it could happen.)

Today's INFF guest is the fabulously funny Becca Wilhite. Becca writes humorous (and by "humorous" I mean "laugh so hard you can't breathe funny") romance. She can be found on the web at her site and her blog. Okay. Brace yourselves. This is gonna be good!

Becca Wilhite: At the risk of appearing too eager, I'm here early. I'm all about being early for appointments and stuff.

SME: Now if only I would show up early. Wait. No. Not gonna happen.

Becca Wilhite: Oh, you never know. Someone may come by and change all your clocks...

SME: Except, if that does ever happen, I'm immediately blaming you.

Becca Wilhite: *looks around, eyes too wide* Who, Me?

SME: Drop the act, Doll Face. I'm on to you.

Becca Wilhite: Rats. Foiled again.
As opposed to foiled rats. Ewww.

SME: I prefer foiled mice, personally.

Becca Wilhite: Oiled, foiled and then broiled?

SME: So long as they're not spoiled.

Becca Wilhite: Okay, that's wrong on SO many levels. Sorry.

SME: You are encouraging me here, Becca. I wouldn't recommend it.

Becca Wilhite: *smiles*

SME: So, aside from your culinary preference for broiled rodents, tell us a little about yourself.

Becca Wilhite: I am a wife. A pretty nice one. And a mama. I have 4 kids, all in school. I love books and reading and pages and words and pencils with pointy ends. I also like food. A great deal.

SME: Food is a particularly good friend of mine. We go way back.

Becca Wilhite: That puts us one step closer, then, doesn't it?

SME: In fact, just the other day Food and I were hanging out and we discovered that we've known each other all my life. Crazy, eh?

Becca Wilhite: We just passed a degree of separation or something. Me and you and Kevin Bacon. Mmmm. Bacon

SME: Bacon. Dude. Don't get me started.

Becca Wilhite: Sorry. *folds hands reverently in lap*

SME: So, here's my story of how I first heard the name Becca Wilhite:

Becca Wilhite: Oh, I can't wait.

SME: My mom called me and said something along the lines of "I think I may have given birth to twins back when you were born and no one told me, because I just read this book and the author's voice reminds me so much of you it's scary!"

Becca Wilhite: That is the nicest use of "it's scary" I've ever heard. I think I love your (our) Mom.

SME: So I went and found that book by the scary author. It's title? "My Ridiculous Romantic Obsession"

Becca Wilhite: Yay! What a great book to spend some time with.

SME: So I read it and thought, "I have finally located that twin I misplaced in grade school."

Becca Wilhite: You got all the tech savvy, but I'm 5'6. That's 5'6". And a half.
I'm lying about the half.

SME: And, I'm 4'11". And a half. And I'm also lying about the half.
I'm pretty sure it was Parasitic Twin Syndrome or whatever that's called, where one twin comes out scrawny and sickly and the other is destined to be the tall, athletic twin.

Becca Wilhite: I have a group of friends wherein I am the Short One. You and I should definitely hang out in person.

SME: If I could charge for making average height people feel really tall, I would be set for life.

Becca Wilhite: Likewise for me, if I could charge for making average people feel like great housekeepers. Dust = nemesis.

SME: A little birdie told me (and, for the record, the little birdie was you) that you make kickin good bread.

Becca Wilhite: Indeed I do. And while we're discussing my talents, I'm also extremely humble. For the record. Yes. Bread. Of all colors and shapes, but mainly loafish or round, and brown or white.
Shall I bring you some? You'd have to tell me where you live. Which opens a whole can of... issues (for you).
Just kidding. I"m the least scary person I know. Truly. But I don't get out much.

SME: We're not very far apart actually. You have a mountain to your west. That same mountain is just barely to my north.

Becca Wilhite: Well within Fresh-Bread limits.
And I love that mountain. I moved here and put my kitchen right there, just so I could see it every day, all day long, while I wash dishes. All day long. As I may have mentioned.

SME: Wow. My kitchen window faces a mountain, too. Not the same mountain, but a mountain nonetheless. We really are twins!!
Okay. I have to ask (because it's tradition), what's your favorite continent?

Becca Wilhite: Australia. I've never been there, but I'm a big fan of the accent, celebrating Christmas on the beach, and people who despise Americans on principle. JUST KIDDING! I LOVE AMERICA AND AMERICANS! USA! USA!

SME: "despise Americans on principle"--if only France were a continent, then you could pick France.

Becca Wilhite: I know, right? Oui.

SME: *sigh* C'est la vie.

Becca Wilhite: Hey, remember when we were speaking of talents and humility? I also do musical theatre. And see, I spelled it "theatre," so you'll know I"m legit.

SME: I did musical theatre back in the day. Fact: I never once played an adult, even when I was an adult.

Becca Wilhite: And I was recently cast to play Nancy in "Oliver" - she's a teenage prostitute, remember? I am NOT. Remember?
It's called ACTING. :)

SME: I was once cast as Tiny Tim in "A Christmas Carol" -- he was a five-year-old crippled boy, remember? I was NOT a boy, nor crippled. Also, I was fourteen.

Becca Wilhite: Awesome. Truly. We play to our strengths, and God Bless Us, Every One.

SME: I worked that crutch like nobody's business.

Becca Wilhite: Oh, I believe you. At this point, I wouldn't dare doubt you. You might beat me with a crutch.

SME: Little known fact: I beat people with my Tiny Tim crutch.

Becca Wilhite: Uncle Charlie (****ens) would be so proud.

SME: *giggles* The content filter cracks me up.

Becca Wilhite: Did your program just edit the spelling of Mr. ****ens' name? I am so, so amused.

SME: Rob Wells went nuts tripping the filter when I interviewed him. Asterisks everywhere!

Becca Wilhite: I remember that interview. I may have soiled my armour.

SME: Let's take a look at your portrait I drew of you, eh?

Becca Wilhite: Oh, yes please! I want to see me. (Humble, remember?)

*draws an amazing portrait*

Becca Wilhite: My picture is lovely. It's like looking in a mirror. Like the magic mirror at Nordstrom. The one where I look taller and thinner than any under-priced clothing could possibly make me look.

SME: Which is why I forgo the clothing entirely in the picture. Is that creepy? Should I rephrase that?

Becca Wilhite: Shouldn't I be holding a loaf of bread or something? Wait. That might make my stick figure gain some flesh. Leave it out.

SME: Exactly. I'm all about adding to the effect through minimal distractions

Becca Wilhite: Yes, I'm beginning to understand this about you.
And I have some literature about adult-onset ADHD, if you're interested.

SME: I'm sorry. What was that? I was just suddenly completely focused on something else. But now I'm back. For a minute or so anyway.

Becca Wilhite: Riiiight.

SME: So, Becca Wilhite, we're gonna wrap this thing up in style. Top 5 reasons this is the best blog interview you've ever done. Ready. Go.

Becca Wilhite: Number Five: I tripped the censor. That is news for me.

Number Four: Had I been drinking milk, it would have surely squirted out of my nostrils once or twice. Never fear. I don't drink milk.

SME: Me either. We really are twins!!!

Becca Wilhite: Number Three: Despite nearly insurmountable technical odds, I think I managed to spell most things correctly while watching the little chat box.

Number Two: Bread! Bread! Bread!

Number One Reason that this is the best interview ever: I needed a friend this Friday, too. Lucky, lucky Sarah.

SME: I totally lucked out. Dream come true for me. *read that with whatever tone of voice you prefer*

Becca Wilhite: Oh, I prefer dripping with sincerity. Always. Drip, drip.

SME: Well, thanks being my newest Friday Friend!

Becca Wilhite: Seriously my pleasure.

SME: *cue exit music* This has been I Need Friends Friday. Come back next week when I will make another friend!!

If you'd like to be interviewed for "I Need Friends" Friday, shoot me off an email: friends at sarahmeden dot com!
I am looking for anyone and everyone, whether or not you think you are interesting. You'll get a fantastic stick figure portrait of yourself, a little promotion (if you're looking for that sort of thing) and the opportunity to tell your friends and family that you've been interviewed by SME, er... by ME!

Friday, August 19, 2011

No intro. Just enjoy!


Friday, August 12, 2011

Given the choice between arranging, conducting, formatting and posting a hilarious, insightful interview of an unavoidably interesting individual -and- kicking it at Disneyland with your family... which would you pick?

I picked the Happiest Place on Earth. Just so you know.

I didn't do an interview this week. Also, I didn't respond to the emails I got this week regarding future interviews (that's right, I'm looking at you Becca Wilhite, who sent me an email rife with begging and kissing up, though my favorite part was where she thought she needed to explain to me who she is almost as if I didn't absolutely devour My Ridiculous Romantic Obsessions and then decide that Becca, whom I've never actually met, was either my future BFF or a twin from whom I was separated at birth.)

So... here's my offering to you as a "sorry for not keeping up my end of this relationship," sort of like how a husband brings his wife flowers because *fill in the blank with any number of things a guy can get in trouble for neglecting to do.*

The End.

This is a book I wish I'd written:

I really hope my next book is priced in Whiz Wrappers!


Wednesday, August 10, 2011

On shelves September 2011!


Friday, August 5, 2011

(Every Friday I interview a different person and share that interview with you. Perhaps they will be a fellow author. Perhaps one of my neighbors. Maybe the bagger at the grocery store. A member of my family. A follower of this blog. Maybe it will be you! Hey, it could happen.)

You know that old saying about "fool me once, shame on you" and then that other one about "if you don't learn your lesson the first time" or something like that? Well, somehow those are all connected to this interview. I think.
A couple weeks ago, I handed the INFF reins over to my 8-year-old daughter. I did it again, people. What was I thinking? (Probably that it's nice to take a break from interviewing once in a while and let my kid do the work.)
This time she interviewed Jill, the dental hygienist who cleaned her teeth at her recent dentist appointment. My lovely little girl hardly stopped talking enough for her teeth to be accessible--difficult for the hygienist, but great for this interview.

Take it away, "Bertha."

Bertha: *sitting in the exam chair* What are we doing now?

Jill: We're going to take x-rays--they're like pictures of your teeth

Bertha: Oh, I know how to do that.

Jill: Have you been to the dentist before?

Bertha: *with more than a touch of sarcasm* It's not like I have dentures or anything.

Jill: You are definitely too young for dentures.

Bertha: And I brush my teeth too much for dentures, too. I know how it works.

Jill: I'm glad you take good care of your teeth. *puts the x-ray film in place in Bertha's mouth. blessed silence follows* Okay. Here comes the x-ray.

Bertha: *smiles and tries to say "cheeese"

Jill: It's not that kind of picture. You just need to stay still.

Bertha: *nods, but doesn't stop her supermodel smile*

Jill: Alright, let's clean those teeth.

Bertha: Did you have to go to school for a long time to learn this job?

Jill: Yah. I had to go to school for it.

Bertha: What do you do for this job?

Jill: I clean your teeth.

Bertha: I do that every single day, and I didn't have to go to school to learn how.

Jill: I also take x-rays.

Bertha: I guess that could be kind of tricky. And you have to move the chair up and down. Was there a class just for that?

Jill: No. That was something I figured out by myself.

Bertha: Do you get to do anything cool in this job? Like blowing up the rubber gloves like balloons?

Jill: I haven't done that yet.

Bertha: If this were my job, I'd do that every day.

*Jill manages to clean for a while despite Bertha's efforts to keep talking to her*

Bertha: You have a feather in your hair.

Jill: Do you like it?

Bertha: Is it like one of those wigs men wear when their head is getting bald?

Jill: Do you mean is it covering up a bald spot?

Bertha: *nods*

Jill: No. It's just supposed to be stylish.

Bertha: Oh.

*a few more minutes of silence*

Bertha: Your ceiling is dirty. Does anyone ever clean it?

Jill: I don't know. That's not my job.

Bertha: Yah, because you didn't go to school for that.

Jill: Right.

*they manage to get all the way through the cleaning and to the fluoride treatment*

Jill: This will help make your teeth stronger. It's bubble-gum flavored. It's like candy.

Bertha: But candy's not good for your teeth. I don't think a dentist should be making kids think that candy is good for their teeth.

Jill: I just meant that it tastes like it.

*Bertha spends a full minute completely quiet while her mouth is full of fluoride*

Bertha: *spits the fluoride out with determination* That did NOT taste like candy. Yech.

Jill: Well, it's better than it could have tasted.

Bertha: I don't think so. That was totally gross. They should say it's gross-bubble-gum flavored. *spits some more*

Jill: Maybe it doesn't taste great, but it really is good for your teeth.

*the dentist examines her teeth*

Bertha: I'm missing some teeth. But I'm supposed to be missing them. It's not like they fell out and they weren't supposed to.

Dentist: You are missing all the teeth you should be missing at your age.

Bertha: And I'll get new ones. I already know that part.

Dentist: Good. Then you're not worried.

Bertha: Nah. I figured it out.

Dentist: Your teeth look healthy, and you don't have any cavities.

Bertha: I told you, Mom.

SME: You sure did.

Bertha: *talking to the dentist* She said if my brother and I didn't have any cavities it was because we got totally lucky.

Dentist: Why would she say that?

Bertha: She doesn't think we brush our teeth enough. But she didn't go to dentist school or anything, so she's really just guessing.

Dentist: Brushing your teeth is never a bad thing. So if your mom tells you to brush, you probably should.

Bertha: But I didn't have any cavities?

Dentist: Nope. Not any.

Bertha: Niiice.

SME: You still should probably brush your teeth more.

Dentist: *nods*

Jill: *nods*

Bertha: *rolls eyes* Okay. Okay.

*we leave after the appointment*

SME: I'm glad you didn't have any cavities.

Bertha: Me, too. Can I get a candy at the store for not having cavities?

SME: How about you just go back in and have some more fluoride?

Bertha: Lame, Mom.

Yep. I still got it. *cue exit music* Well, this has been a very special installment of "I Need Friends" Friday. Come back next week when I will make another friend!!

If you'd like to be interviewed for "I Need Friends" Friday, shoot me off an email: friends at sarahmeden dot com!
I am looking for anyone and everyone, whether or not you think you are interesting. You'll get a fantastic stick figure portrait of yourself, a little promotion (if you're looking for that sort of thing) and the opportunity to tell your friends and family that you've been interviewed by SME, er... by ME!

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Look what I found at! The pre-order link for Seeking Persephone!

The book is scheduled to hit shelves early next month. AND... are you ready for this? Paying attention? Josi Kilpack, Melanie Jacobson and I are working behind the scenes on a big ol' three-author event in September that you will not want to miss!! I'd say mark your calendars but the date isn't completely and totally for sure yet. So... make a note to yourself to mark your calendars at some point in the very near future.

Happy Wednesday!


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