by Susan McCorkindale | Aug 2, 2011 | Appearances, Book Signings, Confessions, In-store Events, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide, TV, Radio, Online Interviews
I look better in this shot (above)… Many thanks to all of you who braved the heat and to my dear friends at Salon Emage for the world’s best book launch party! I’ll have more pictures at some point, and I’ll post them, but for now please enjoy...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jun 25, 2011 | Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
A few weeks ago, my publicist called to say they’d like to make a video to promote 500 Acres and No Place to Hide. I thought it was a terrific idea and immediately said, sure! I figured they’d tape me reading a chapter or two in a nice, air conditioned...
by Susan McCorkindale | Jun 9, 2011 | Cancer Sucks, Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
The Publisher’s Weekly review of 500 Acres and No Place to Hide is in, and it’s good. Whew. I’ve pasted it below and, for the record? I believe crudeness is in the eye of the beholder, but manic I completely cop to. 500 Acres and No Place to Hide:...
by Susan McCorkindale | May 25, 2011 | Cancer Sucks, Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
Dear Stu, Hard to believe it’s been six weeks already. I miss you. The boys miss you. And the dogs, well you know about Pete. He missed you so much, he went to be with you. (Tell me; is he as stinky in Heaven as he was on earth? Really, hon, nothing smelled like...
by Susan McCorkindale | May 19, 2011 | Appearances, Book Signings, Confessions, In-store Events, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
I love to write. But what I love even more than writing is meeting people who like what I’ve written. People who, dare I say it? Laugh at what I’ve written. Sure, there are authors who don’t dig the book promotion part of the program. But for me?...
by Susan McCorkindale | May 15, 2011 | Cancer Sucks, Confessions, Life in the Farm Lane, No Place to Hide
Last Sunday I celebrated my first Mother’s Day as a single mom or, more accurately, a widow (God, I hate that word) with two kids, and I have to tell you, it was weird. My sons’ cards were sweet, but I missed the suggestive* ones Stu used to send me. Yeah,...