You’ve heard about Pinocchio, the Velveteen Rabbit, and probably even Bill… but once upon a time there was this book that I kept talking about writing (for like 9 months) and then went on and on about editing (for like 9 more months)… and well, this is where that champagne bottle comes in handy. And I’m not talking about smashing the bottle on my book like it’s some kind of a yacht.
It seems like a waste of champagne.
What if Nemo finds some of the broken glass and gets hurt?
It would get the pages of my book all wet.
What I’m talking about, rather, is that it’s five o’clock where I am because here I am, holding my very own real live book!
Yeah, I figure you just looked at your watch, not to mention the posting time on this post and then you re-read the title (which clearly foreshadows another bottle of champagne) and now you’re probably all worried about me putting an eye out with all those popping corks, and are most likely pulling out your cell phones to dial up the triple (burp) oops, I mean double A for me. But hold on just a second… I’m not as think as you drunk I am. And anyway, I do in fact have a valid poetic license to wield that five o’clock at whim.
With that said, it’s time to pop a cork, pour the bubbly and let it overflow a bit. Because SHAKEN NOT STIRRED… A CHEMO COCKTAIL is now a real live book! Here’s the birth announcement, I mean, when it was Facebook official:
At 12:34 on 11/11/11 I just pressed publish. Whoa. It’s on CreateSpace now; will take 5-7 days to show up on Amazon.com. How fun not to mention freaking poetic is that?! Take that, cancer. BAM
Fast forward three days, to somewhere around five o’clock on the 14th of November and here’s the Bar Mitzvah announcement when SHAKEN NOT STIRRED… A CHEMO COCKTAIL came of age and got listed on Amazon (AKA Nirvana):
Whoa…just whoa…Amafreakingzon!! Not gonna lie, I feel a little bit like Steve Martin’s character in The Jerk, when he finally made it into the phone book: “The new phone books are here! The new phone books are here!” (Click here to see the classic scene.)
And yeah, that’s about pretty much how it went down at the Evanshire when I popped open this box:
Minus, of course, the sniper. Unless, of course, you’re also waving your poetic license around, in which case the sniper is obviously a metaphor for cancer and chemo. Which I think is pretty clever on your part. So well done!
And now that I’ve buttered you up, if you feel like ordering a copy of my book by click here. And just know this, every time somebody presses “Add to Cart” on Amazon, the proverbial champagne cork pops and the bubbles start overflowing. So thanks for that. It’s pretty freaking fabulous of you.