Sometimes I write a great blog and then struggle over the title for a ridiculous amount of time before eventually settling on something vaguely mediocre.
Other times, I write the title first and then think to myself, “Well, that pretty much says it all. Everything is going to be downhill from there.”
This is one of those times.
Earlier today someone sent me a message saying, “Are you going to blog about the books for boobs thing you did?”
My first thought was, “What the hell are they talking about? Was this something I did at a convention when I was really sleep deprived and crazy on sugary mochas? What did I do?”
I thought about it for a minute and dragged up a memory from a convention last July. “How the hell did they find out about that?” I thought to myself. “Did someone get pictures and post them on their blog?”
Luckily, it turns out I was thinking of something entirely different. But that, as they say, is a story for another time.
Books for Boobs is a charity event I donated a book to last year. They’re auctioning off stuff from different authors, including Jim Butcher, Brandon Sanderson, my mortal enemy Anton Strout, and the recently mentioned Amber Benson.
I recommend you go and check it out if only because I look kinda good in the picture they took of me. Forgive me my tiny moment of vanity, but it’s such a rare treat for me to see a picture of myself that doesn’t make me look like a bloody shambles.
Here’s the link.
Have a great weekend everybody….