Kids: Grimy Selfish Humorless Enemies of Midlist Fiction
October 11, 2011 § 9 Comments
Not that I have anything against the keeds. My sister the Rabbit has seventeen (by eighteen different fathers.) But sometimes they interfere with a writer’s attempt to make a living.
I was trying to think of ways to publicize my novel, Absence of Nectar, which is about two children who suspect their stepfather of trying to poison them. So I hired a bunch of college students to play dead around a bookstore, displaying a sign describing which poison killed them. How was I supposed to magically know it was also Children’s Hour? Apparently there were complaints. The bookstore denied the link of Children’s Hour to the complaints, but I know it takes just one brat screaming I see dead people to kill a sale.
Surprising Footnote: I have never been asked to be a godmother.