I don't mean for things to blow up or catch on fire; it happens. Hell, it happens a lot. And it sure as hell isn't my idea of fun to go scrambling across a swamp, chased by the FBI, the state police (who happens to be a freakishly pissed-off ex-boyfriend), and I really really didn't mean to take a hostage. (Okay he was damned sexy, and that was at least a good thing... until I realzed he was a mercenary. Yeah, my luck was holding.)
It was a bad day. Seriously. Bad.
And then there's this woman, this Toni McGee Causey who wrote about the whole thing and sold that book (plus two more about me) to St. Martin's Press. (That's her over there in the photo. She said we're going to put the book cover up as soon as she has it. She's bossier than me.) Anyway, she called the book Bobbie Faye's Very (very, very, very) Bad Day,. I mean, you think? There were bears people. Okay, just one, but it was chasing my ass, so you can imagine my joy.
Anyway, the book comes out in May, so I guess that means she's going to be following me around, waiting for me to blow something else up, which is not my fault, people. And now they're making me do a Bobbie Faye's Very Bad Advice Column to help pay off some of the debt for the things I blew up. That's up now -- check out the blog.
Okay, she's now made a video trailer for the book. Here's teh short one:
And here's the longer one (funnier):
And you can go here to pre-order.
Oh -- and now she's even got blurbs from best-selling writers and starred reviews over on her regular site , so now she's going to be all encouraged to keep doing this. Geez, I am never going to be rid of this woman.
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