Hookay, so I spent the better part of today getting last minute stuff done for RT. I think my suitcases rival that of Jessica Simpson on an overnight stay in the Bahamas…I’m driving with my good friend Michelle Hoppe, so I can take whatever I want. Hence, I have far more than any one author should be allowed. Especially shoes…

I love shoes–I have many. I bought many more.

So? LOL

Okay, so this whole RT thing. Last year I was a relative newbie and didn’t think anyone would know who I was. I was so wrong and I felt sorta weird not knowing anyone important-ay. I mean, I had a lovely conversation with a woman outside at the RWA con and had NO CLUE she was Nora Roberts. I just thought she was way cool for laughing at my jokes, ya know? I didn’t have a name-tag to identify me and neither did she. I just know if she’d have read “Dakota Cassidy” she’d have fallen at my feet and asked for pointers on like character arc and stuff. LOLLOL

Thus, I am not aware of the people I should be schmoozing…

I suck at that, you know. Just as much as I suck at PROMO. I mentioned that on another blog too–the PROMO thing. I’m really bad at it and I wouldn’t know who to schmooze if they had a T-shirt that said, “Um, do you have ANY idea how important I am in your wee author life?” No, I’m certain they wouldn’t throw their weight around in such a bold manner. Ya think? LOL

So I don’t schmooze at all because honestly, I could be eyein’ up the janitor, pitching my book and not even know he had the disinfectant in his hand and didn’t speak English…I forget to read the name-tags and stuff and even if I do, I really don’t know who’s important in the scheme of things and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t schmooze anyway.

I know making appointments with editors and stuff is like really big, but I couldn’t do that even if I tried.

So I didn’t and I won’t. Neener, neener, neener. LOLLOL

I have an agent. She’s really, really super cool. I’ll leave that stuff to her, because she’s so much smarter than I am. I sorta happened on her too. It’s a long story, better left for another blog, but cool in a karma kinda way. I didn’t go looking for her. She found me

I like to hang out with the other authors. I love to see what they bring in the way of PROMO and I love the readers.

Shoot, I hope they like all of the shoes I’ll wear. LOL

I think my stiletto’s and I will be just fine.

If we’re not, you’ll be the first to know

Oh, and thanks to all of you who’ve posted to my blog. I kinda thought I’d be here all alone and no one but scary Jaynie would post. I feel so loved–appreciated–stalked. I’m kidding. LMAO

Dakota

Hookay, so lemme start by saying that I’m blog addicted. I’ve been blog hopping all over the net thanks to Jaynie and Angie who just don’t know how NOT to taunt me. Tee hee. So with that came the desire to have my own “cyber space” because I felt a bit like the kid who didn’t get picked for the chess team. It’s bad if they don’t pick you for the chess team…

So here I am with a blog and not a whole lot to say. Probably because I like to lay low and don’t cause trouble and what fun is that if you don’t stir something up? I’m rather non-controversial in the scheme of blogging. Trying not to hurt people’s feelings and diplomacy should be a talent in a beauty contest. I’m good at it. I could use another tiara–it’s been a long dry two decades or so.

So I’ll be the boring blogger. Sickeningly sweet, as Jaynie calls me. I don’t mind that she calls me that. I am nice or at least I try to be. I like people and I like to talk to them. All kinds of people. Even Jaynie. LMAO

Onto the explanation of Carnomedy. I made that word up. Genuis is what you’re thinking, right? LMAO. It’s a combination of carnal and comedy–I write erotic romances. They are of the carnal nature and humorous, I suppose. Not slapstick, mind you. I read that on another blog–how lame slapstick can be in a romance. I was wiping my brow and patting myself on the back for not writing it after I read that cuz the blogger really didn’t like them. I’m not sure why that bothered me, but it did. Well, actually, it scared me silly and made me want to look at all of my books again for clarity that I DO NOT write slapstick. That would be insecure, wouldn’t it? LOL

The whole comedy thing bothers me because sometimes it’s called “fluff”. I assure you, there isn’t a thing left on me that’s fluffy. Well, except when menopause hits–then I hear EVERYTHING gets fluffy.

Yes, my situations are funny/ironic in my books–no, no one is tripping on a bananna peel. They say comedy is hard and maybe it is, but what I write sorta just happens. I don’t sit down and think, “how can I make people giggle?” I think it’s just who I am. I figured if I could entertain the masses at the bus-stop, why not branch out and find a broader audience.

I think I did. I still don’t quite know how that happened. Who knew?

I choose this carnomedy thing because, well everyone in my arena writes erotica/romantica/spicy/sensual so I needed to be different. Hell, I just thought it was amusing. I’m good at that–amusing myself. Ask anyone if I’m not.

So, here I am with a blog and I’d bet my bippy that means nothing in the scheme of global warming, but I feel important just the same. Jeez, I hope someone comes and comments and they’re nice to me.

I promise to be nice back. Ask Jaynie