Poor Neglected Ellie

I'm a bad friend. I have been completely ignoring Ellie Holsinger, and I feel a little guilty about it. She has a story to tell, a murder to solve, and an FBI agent to flirt with. But rather than help her out, I've been spending all my time with Sam Emerson, helping her sell her biography (thats Frog Kisser).

Ellie is a little irritated about that, and I don't blame her.

It's harder than I thought it would be to have one book wrapped up and out in the universe while trying to write number two. It turns out, the writing and thinking about the story doesn't end when the book rolls into the bookstores. In fact, it's just beginning. The promoting and selling is fun, but leaves little time for much else. At least, if I want to have a job and a social life on top of writing.

So, I've promised Ellie I'll spend at least a half hour with her every day. She's not thrilled about that, but it's better than nothing. Hopefully I'll get Sam's myriad projects off the ground and then won't have to spend quite so much time on them.

What are those myriad projects? Glad you asked. First, Sam has her own profile on MySpace. She's busy making friends and writing a blog, which is really a personal journal. She's going to start a group where people can post about their dating experiences. Second, she has her own web site. Exciting, huh? There she'll post upcoming speaking engagements (okay, I'll be speaking), provide a link to her book, and at some point start another group. Then there is all the other promo, including trying to get into some book stores and things like that. Phew. I'm tired just thinking about it.

So, I apologize to Ellie and all her friends in Bad Heir Day. Hopefully she won't hold my neglect against me...or Sam.