March 24, 2010


balloon man

I watched it with the sound of. The facial expressions and body language say it all. I was recently locked in a library toilet and that wasn't nearly as embarrassing


That was funny, but at least Sam got a question about the particulars of his book. My one and only interview was on television, which sounds great until you know that it was in Alexandria, Louisiana, a town I lived in for a few years, at 6 am. The morning news anchor, not having read the book, simply said I'd written a book, naming the title, and that I was having a book signing in Pineville, across the Red River. Because those cared nothing about me or my book no one showed up, except a former class mate who had heard about it somehow. I sold one book.


thanks for the laughs, Mark!


OK, I just purchased The Ask. The reviews had intrigued me, but it was a "maybe I'll get to it" sort of thing. Your interview somehow tipped my wallet into the open position... so you sold a copy, Mark! Maybe Lipsyte should give you a mini-prop after all.


That's what we love about you Mark -- thorough, articulate, insightful. Are you available for author media training? You'll make a killing.

Sarah Scoonover

Yikes! Always cancel if you haven't finished the book, or at least given it a really thorough skim. I recommend reading back jacket, table of contents twice, an online synopsis, and then skimming every chapter for plot & symbolic elements.

When in doubt, don't do the interview on video. It will be much easier to cover the slightness of your interview with a text only version on your blog.

Better luck next time, to you and Mr. Lipsyte.

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