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Prepping for My First Book Launch Party

Promotional items in the process of being made
One step of the process in making the promotional pendants backed by Scrabble tiles for Near + Far.
Tomorrow, I’m off to Chicago and WorldCon, the largest of the SF cons. I’ve been to one before, in Denver, and I’m happy that this one is in familiar territory, since I grew up near there. I want to wander over to the Art Institute some point to commune with the Marc Chagall windows there and maybe even walk as far as the Shedd Aquarium, scene of so many school trips.

First book party! Saturday! Let me know with a comment if you need the room number, I am somewhat loathe to stick it up on the Internets.

Stina Leicht, Vicki Saunders, and I are co-hosting the party, “Pink + Blue: A Riotous Occasion.” You’ve seen some of the promotional items mentioned earlier; there will also be books and handmade journals and stickers. Yay! I prepped by going to the huge party store near us and buying stuff in the obvious colors. They had a full range of plain pink and blue products. Also purchased: gift bags, paper room decorations and one set of flamingo lights. I even got a small purple basket to put cards in for the gift bag drawings.

In figuring out things, Mary Robinette Kowal’s blog post on book launch parties, along with her observations about her own party, have been super invaluable.

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  1. You will have a great time, and I’ve no doubt you will rock the house. This is a great event! Go go go!

  2. It never occurred to me to have a launch party at a convention, but it seems like such a natural choice! d’oh!!! Cool! I can’t wait to hear how it goes – have a fabulous time and I hope you get a great turn out!!!!

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