Thank you, thank you, thank you! All of you who went rushing out and bought your books and put Confessions of a Little Black Gown on the New York Times bestseller list and on USA Today’s list as well. It was amazing to get back from being out of town and finding those messages on the machine. Like finding a solid chocolate bunny in the Easter basket, not one of those hollow ones. So my deep, humble and heart felt appreciation for your support.
Warning, if you haven’t read Confessions yet, this next part contains a spoiler.
Another thing I found in the email box when I returned was a note from Jessica (of the Dedication fame) and she wrote:
I am actually writing to you to inform you that my sister finished your book yesterday and called me hysterical!!!! She talked-yelled at me in the highest pitch possible for the human person to ever make because Pippin did not end up (yet) with the right guy. Finally when she took a breath to start up again I mentioned that Pippin’s book is coming out soon.
However she loved the book:)
I’ve been getting a lot of these messages, mostly in high-pitched emails, which fortunately I can’t hear, but they do have the neighborhood dogs howling all over the place every time I open one. Sort of a romance novelist’s version of a “howler.” I now know how Ron Weasley feels when he gets those from his mother. Never fear, Pippin fans, her book is coming in two weeks.
In fact, in an odd coincidence, I was at Easter Mass yesterday (which isn’t the odd part because I go to mass every week, and it was Easter yesterday) but it was really crowded and I didn’t really notice the young man seated next to me until we came to the “Our Father” where everyone holds hands and I turned and realized I was sitting next to Dash. I kid you not, he looked exactly like I’d always envisioned Dash looked like, minus the flamboyant pirate garb. I sort of mumbled my way through the prayer and tried frantically to think of a way to tell him he looked exactly like I’d always imagined. You see my dilemma right there, don’t you? How not to sound like the crazy woman? So I reluctantly let go of his hand and let him walk out of my life. Oh, the things I do to stay out of the whacky factory.
I’ve only had this happen once before, when I saw a deadringer for Rafe Danvers from It Takes a Hero walk into Starbucks. That time I was so struck dumb, that I had no way of making a complete idiot out of myself. I just sort of stared at him and sighed when he walked out, and then realized that every other woman in the place was doing the same thing. I mean, this guy was drop dead gorgeous.
But this Church-Dash was like I’ve always thought of Dash–handsome in a rugged, independent sort of way, with the hint of boyish charm that teases you. Okay, I think I need to concentrate on writing and not stalking men at Mass. If you haven’t seen a “Dash” lately, it isn’t too late to go out and get Confessions of a Little Black Gown and get all caught up and ready for Memoirs of a Scandalous Red Dress when it comes out on April 28th.
So thank you again for putting Confessions on the bestseller lists and just a note of warning: I’m in the last three weeks of finishing up the next book, so my blogs and email response time might be, shall we say, a little off. I’ve got to parcel out my words these days so I can write furiously on the book and give it my best fine tuning. I like this part of a book and I hate it, so hang in there with me, will ya?