AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is both an announcement and a Sunday Scribblings post!
Vic: You've got to be kidding. A book signing?
Ricky: Well, uh...yeah. You know, our book.
Kalila: You mean my book. It's all about me.
Ricky: Actually, I think it's about me.
Kalila: It can't be, Ricky. Why would anyone want to read about a human?
Ricky: (rolls his eyes) Why, indeed? Just tell me if you'll do it.
Kalila: Of course I want to meet my fans.
Bo: I'll be there, too. It's okay if I sign body parts, right?
Ricky: Um, well...
Bo: Never mind, then. Sounds like a waste of time.
Vic: I agree. Unless...(gives Ricky a quizzical look) we could combine this with a blood drive or something. That's doable, right?
Ricky: Sorry. There's a...uh...phlebotomist shortage. Really unfortunate, isn't it?
Lazaro: I want to go. People who read are smart. Smart brains taste good.
Ricky: I was thinking maybe you should stay here and rehearse, Lazaro. Keep an eye on the studio and all that. Wouldn't want anyone sneaking in and stealing your drums or anything.
Lazaro: Never thought of that. Good idea.
Ricky: (looks around) Nevin, are you in? You'll do the book signing, right?
Nevin: Of course, Ricky. Anything to help you and the band.
Ricky: Great, it looks like we've got it all figured out. The event is tentatively scheduled for May 15, but I'll have more details later.
Nevin: (claps hands) Wonderful!
Kalila: Considering that the book is about me, it's about time.
Ricky: Actually, I'm pretty sure it's about me.
Kalila: Impossible.
Ricky: I guess we'll find out, won't we?
It's almost here, folks! Maelstrom is in the final stages of cover design and should be available for purchase on or about May 15, 2010. More information soon!
Announcements
Monday, April 26, 2010
reviews (Comments): 1
Posted by
Ricky
Hi, everyone. The book about us is scheduled for release on or around May 15, 2010. I'm still not sure just what it's about, but whatever it is, I hope it's good publicity. I guess when it comes to rock bands, there's no such thing as really bad publicity, is there?
I'll have more information about the book soon.
The band will be going on tour from May 29 through June 12, and hopefully we'll be able to do a few book signings, in addition to our scheduled gigs. When we get back, we'll be inviting some of our author friends to visit, and Bo will not be hitting on them, right Bo?
Bo, are you listening?
I'm sure he's listening. He's just pretending to ignore me.
Well, back to planning publicity. If this book is any good and not all libel, we just might have a contest and give a few copies away, so stop back often!
I'll have more information about the book soon.
The band will be going on tour from May 29 through June 12, and hopefully we'll be able to do a few book signings, in addition to our scheduled gigs. When we get back, we'll be inviting some of our author friends to visit, and Bo will not be hitting on them, right Bo?
Bo, are you listening?
I'm sure he's listening. He's just pretending to ignore me.
Well, back to planning publicity. If this book is any good and not all libel, we just might have a contest and give a few copies away, so stop back often!
Maelstrom Extra: Feathered Friend
Sunday, April 18, 2010
reviews (Comments): 7
Posted by
Maelstrom
This is a Sunday Scribblings offering, so be sure to check out Sunday Scribblings for more fun!
He had searched the rooms, the gift shop and the lobby. He had checked the hotel restaurant, to no avail. When Ricky stepped out onto the pool deck, it was with no real expectation that he'd have better luck here. He was about to leave in frustration and search the grounds, when something caught his eye.
There he was. But what was he doing standing in the corner, head tipped back, looking at the rain gutter with a goofy grin on his face?
Ricky walked over. "Nevin."
"Hi, Ricky."
"The equipment is loaded and everyone is on the bus, waiting. What are you—"
Nevin motioned for silence. "You'll scare her."
Ricky looked where Nevin indicated. Behind the rain gutter, he could make out bits of twig and grass, and a few pale feathers. "You're holding up the tour over a bird?"
"It's not just any bird. It's a dove. And she has a nest."
"All birds have nests," Ricky said. "It's what they do."
Nevin turned around. "Don't you see? She made it here, in a dangerous place. The gutter could break and the rain could destroy her eggs. A maintenance person could remove her nest and throw it away. Children playing at the pool could come over and find it, and think it's some kind of game or toy." He turned back to the bird with a sigh of pleasure. "She has faith in the world, Ricky. Isn't that lovely?"
Ricky kicked a pebble in annoyance. Birds didn't have faith, only instincts. And even if this particular bird had faith, what of it? "We don't have time for doves, trusting ones or otherwise. We have a gig to get to."
"Oh, Ricky." Nevin looked at him again, but this time with sadness in his eyes. "Where's your sense of wonder?" Without waiting for an answer, he walked away.
Ricky stood for a moment, looking after him, then glanced up again at the bird. She had shifted on her nest and was now eyeing him calmly, as if she knew she was being talked about and that she was safe.
Amazing, really. How did she know Ricky wouldn't hurt her?
"Good luck to you," he said softly. He walked away smiling.
He had searched the rooms, the gift shop and the lobby. He had checked the hotel restaurant, to no avail. When Ricky stepped out onto the pool deck, it was with no real expectation that he'd have better luck here. He was about to leave in frustration and search the grounds, when something caught his eye.
There he was. But what was he doing standing in the corner, head tipped back, looking at the rain gutter with a goofy grin on his face?
Ricky walked over. "Nevin."
"Hi, Ricky."
"The equipment is loaded and everyone is on the bus, waiting. What are you—"
Nevin motioned for silence. "You'll scare her."
Ricky looked where Nevin indicated. Behind the rain gutter, he could make out bits of twig and grass, and a few pale feathers. "You're holding up the tour over a bird?"
"It's not just any bird. It's a dove. And she has a nest."
"All birds have nests," Ricky said. "It's what they do."
Nevin turned around. "Don't you see? She made it here, in a dangerous place. The gutter could break and the rain could destroy her eggs. A maintenance person could remove her nest and throw it away. Children playing at the pool could come over and find it, and think it's some kind of game or toy." He turned back to the bird with a sigh of pleasure. "She has faith in the world, Ricky. Isn't that lovely?"
Ricky kicked a pebble in annoyance. Birds didn't have faith, only instincts. And even if this particular bird had faith, what of it? "We don't have time for doves, trusting ones or otherwise. We have a gig to get to."
"Oh, Ricky." Nevin looked at him again, but this time with sadness in his eyes. "Where's your sense of wonder?" Without waiting for an answer, he walked away.
Ricky stood for a moment, looking after him, then glanced up again at the bird. She had shifted on her nest and was now eyeing him calmly, as if she knew she was being talked about and that she was safe.
Amazing, really. How did she know Ricky wouldn't hurt her?
"Good luck to you," he said softly. He walked away smiling.
