Author! Author!

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Two stories about two author friends of mine.

Okay, maybe I'm stretching the term a little in the first case. We've never met IRL, not my fault because she only does book tour stops above the M-D line in Michigan, for some gawdawful reason, and then comes, unannounced, to My Home State for the BEA convention- I have pruf! there's actual picturage at the GCP booth!



But ya, that's Joss, barely a month ago, and she's just as sweet and funny and brilliant as that picture suggests. Nah, more. And recognized, too, for as her awesomeblog reported this morning, her new novel just made the New York Times bestseller list- first time in four she's made it in hardcover.

YOOOOOO ROCCCCCKKKKKK!

I claim a small piece of a small-f-real-lifey friendship because, two books back after I'd fallen in love with her words, I got pissed off because our then-247-branch library system possessed exactly two copies of it (one of which had been left out in the rain and blowed up to the size of the Manhattan White Pages), I got in touch with her and made a donation that placed close to a dozen more copies of Between, Georgia in our county's libraries.  When the third came out a few years ago, they ordered plenty of copies before needing to accept any such charity.

And her new release, the simply supercalafrabjulous Backseat Saints? Twenty-four on-order copies for the library, baybee. I didn't buy 'em this time, but as they say down thar, we hepped start this Joss-a-mania in Western New York, and I couldn't be happier for her.

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She's south. Up north, or rather east of here, is another writin' friend, who I have known IRL longer than half-odd of you have been alive. Clea's written numerous mysteries and at least one touching nonfiction book. She's at work on a new piece, for which she put out the following query on the Face earlier today:

 Clea Simon is researching blood in dead bodies.

(That's not her Facebook link, but linkage to her website, where you can, and of course should, buy her books, too.)

By the time I got to the thread, it had been established that she wanted information about blood spatter.  Ever the helpful one, I piped right up:

There's this guy in the Miami Metro PD, he knows all about this stuff. Devon, Dirk, no, wait!, DEXTER! You should call him!

Fortunately for the author, more sensible suggestions prevailed; another friend suggested that she contact one of the prep people at a local funeral home, which she did and got an instant answer to her coagulation conundrum.

Meh. I ended our chat with this:

Okay, so I had the wrong Michael C. Hall show. He woulda known that from Six Feet Under;)

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I can't reasonably read this entry without commenting on it. Actually I saw an interview with MCH in which they discussed how before he had worked in a funeral home on TV, but now he was kind of on the supply side. Which I find awesome.