Friday, September 30, 2011

Author Bumping in Australia by Prue Batten

Is author bumping the same as stalking? Depends on the POV I suppose. But if I want to see a favourite author, of course I’m stalking, no doubt!

That said, did I stalk Irish writer, Cathy Kelly when I bought a ticket to ‘Afternoon Tea with Cathy Kelly’ from my local bookshop?

She was publicizing Once in a Lifetime and I excitedly turned up at the venue, a large reception room in a gracious hotel in Hobart (Australia). It was hot, the room stacked to the brim with women who buzzed like bees in a bottle, drinking tea, eating the sumptuous spread on each table and anticipating seeing a star from the writing world. Cathy bounced into the room, all blonde Irish vivacity, and began to talk about life for an hour with barely a breath, taking questions from the floor and walking and speaking the whole time. A whirlwind in motion.

I remember I wore an orange silk knit cardigan, a tiny thing, very sweet… loved it. I also remember that I had just had my first book published in the UK – a fantasy called The Stumpwork Robe. And being gauche and green, I took a copy of my book along with Cathy’s latest in my handbag. My idea was to shanghai her in a corner, get her to sign her book and then give her a copy of mine to read!

I had no need to shanghai her. As she went to sit at the table in order to sign books, she said to me as she passed, ‘I LOVE the colour of your cardigan, it caught my eye through the whole afternoon.’ We chatted about colours that we liked and both being blonde, what suited us and then I held out her book for her to sign. I passed my own book over in a brown paper bag and doesn’t that smack of something tacky! I whispered that I was a new writer and she tipped the book out of the bag and said in a loud Irish brogue, ‘Be proud of this and sign it for me!’ in front of the line of readers waiting for their turn with her. I flushed red with embarrassment, not a good look with orange, and sweat trickled under my arms as I walked past them all later, my eyes downcast, their whispers reaching my ears. ‘Who is she? What’s she written?’ Gaaah!

The other bump was at another author talk – Australian writer Posie Graeme Evans after her historical fiction The Dressmaker was published. A gregarious woman, she talked spontaneously and with great charm for ages and then sat to sign. When I reached the table, she said ‘I know you! I worked with you!’

I thought Crumbs, did you? And madly trawled back through my working life to think when and where?

‘You were at the ABC,’ she said. (Think Australia’s version of the BBC)

It was true… I had worked as a researcher/journalist years before, a lifetime before. And what frustrated me but made me realise what a memory for faces she has, is that she remembered me but (absolutely no offence to her at all) I could not remember her. She had meanwhile become a famous TV producer responsible for the globally popular Mcleod’s Daughters and the author of four best-selling hist.fict novels and yet she still recalled my face after all that time… 20 to 30 years ago!

My response in the queue? I flushed red with embarrassment (not so bad this time because there was no orange cardigan to clash with) and sweat trickled under my arms. I turned away at the end of our chat, eyes downcast, aware of the whispers. ‘Who is she? What’s she done?’ Double gaaah!

Despite me having another book published for print and both that title and the previous one released as e-books, the flush factor, let alone the confidence factor, doesn’t appear to get any better as I get older. Ah well, as they say, that’s life!

Prue just released a wonderful new book, a fantasy called A Thousand Glass Flowers as an e-book in the first week of September with the print version following later in the year.   
A Thousand Glass Flowers UK               A Thousand Glass Flowers US

Side note:
I LOVE this book!

Prue on Prue ~

The best way to describe myself would be to use a quote written about me on a recent blog (

Here it is: ‘I live in Tasmania, have a pet Tasmanian Devil called Gisborne, eat kangaroos’ testicles, have the most ridiculous one-star ever awarded on Amazon, and wrote a novel on Twitter…’

Believe it or not, most of it is true. My husband and I own a farm so we do have lots of kangaroos around, but the testicles? Ugh! As to the Tasmanian Devil? I wish I did have one for a pet, but as recently reported in the Huffington Post, the poor little things are suffering the ravaging effects of a disease that is bringing them to the edge of extinction. Better the scientists and conservation zoos look after them than me. And I do have a one star on Amazon… a woman bought my first book thinking it was an embroidery book despite the blurb and then gave ME a one star despite her mistake. And yes, myself and 50 others wrote a Jane Austen style novel on twitter which was mentioned by The Times (UK) no less. Me in a nutshell!
Thank you, Prue! This has been a real delight!

Prue can be reached at Mesmered's Blog and at Prue

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Author Bumping with D.D. Scott

D.D. Does Duncan
Author Bumping with D. D. Scott 

Author Bumping is a talent I come by naturally. I have literally fallen into a full body bump with some pretty big name writers. These unplanned slams usually occur with hilarious results. That being said… I’ve decided to open the gates of Barb’s Wire and let other fledgling authors share their encounters with big name authors or celebrities.

First up from the Indie Authors scene is the sweetly modest and soft-spoken DeeDee Scott. I’ve invited her here today to… Omph! That hurt.

DD..:  Hmmmppphhh…”sweetly modest and soft-spoken”, my arss!  How many sweetly modest and soft-spoken chicks would agree to be buckled into this damn harness, and then, on command, jump-off a gigantic ladder?!

B… What the heck? Is that you up there, DeeDee?

DD…:  I thought you wanted me to re-live my Peter Pan’s Wendy glory days?!  That’s what you said...c’mon D. D., it will be fun.  Just put-on that harness one more time.  Yes, I know it hurts.  But think of all the fun you’ll have, provided your rigging peeps don’t once again slam you into a set-piece.  So yeah...once upon a time, I was Wendy in a huge stage production of Peter Pan.  Sorry about slamming into you, Barb. I thought you wanted a full body bump.  Here, let me help you up.  Yeah, watch out for my flying wire.  I wouldn’t want you to choke yourself on it.  That would be a real shame.

B… DeeDee! my foot’s caught in your harness. Gosh darn. Whoa... you’re pulling me up with you.

DD…:  Hell, I can’t believe you can still get your feet up that high!  Actually, I’m impressed.  But anyhoo…oh boy...shit...hang on tight, Girlfriend.  You’re about to see the world from my perspective.  Can u believe little Sandy Duncan flew in a harness just like this one?  ‘Course she was and I am actually in the damn harness.  I’m not sure how you’re gonna fair just hangin’ on to it!  Sucks to be you!  Kinda puts a new twist, though, on your WENDY AND THE LOST BOYS UpUGo, doesn’t it?!  Sorry…bad joke, given your current height from the ground and all.  And trust me, just like your Charlie Hook, I doubt an Ace bandage or duct tape are gonna save ya now!  Up…Up…Up we go!!!

B: My Wendy flies in a helicopter, but this isn’t bad. It’s sorta like a hot air balloon but painful … oops my butt is slipping. I’m falling!


B… *waves*  Off she goes like a rough diamond in the sky. “Bye, DeeDee! Thanks for stopping by to launch WENDY AND THE LOST BOYS.

This wasn’t exactly what I envisioned for my first Invitational Author Bumping.

D. D. Scott is a Bestselling Romantic Comedy and Comedic Caper, Humorous Mystery Author and a Writer’s Go-To-Gal for Muse Therapy,  plus the #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of MUSE THERAPY: UNLEASHING YOUR INNER SYBIL and the co-founder of The Writer’s Guide to E-Publishing, your destination site for Everything E-Publishing.  You can get all the scoop on her, her books, her Muse Therapy Online Classes and Live Workshops, plus juicy tidbits from her fabulous grog The Naked Hero at

                                                 Ouch! My tushie!