I called my publisher the other day to ask him a question, and he answered the phone like this:
"So, you like the email?"
Me: "Uh..hi? What? What email?"
Tim: "Go check your email."
So of course I ran to check my email because I assumed Kate Upton was asking him how to get in touch with me.
Man, if I had a nickel.
But, no. Instead, what greeted me was THIS:
HOLY CRAP POOP!
And then I apparently fainted and was out cold for days because I woke up in the middle of my living room with my dog looking at me hungrily and I had a full beard.
So, yeah. I was a finalist in the "Humor/Comedy" category for the Next Generation Indie Book Awards but I think I'm more excited about winning a medal for it which I will wear all the time just like this:
I'm considering going to the ceremony so they can actually PUT THE MEDAL AROUND MY NECK because this is probably as close as I'll ever get to knighthood or doing something remotely athletic.
If you haven't read my book yet, or would like to order 3,000 more copies of a Next Generation Indie Book Awards Finalist, you can get it in FULL COLOR paperback and Kindle versions here:
Things Go Wrong for Me - Amazon.com