Miniblog: Slap Proxy

So you guys know how I’m friends with Jennifer Lynn Barnes (who has a GREAT new book called Raised By Wolves out in June, btw).

Anyhow…

What you probably don’t know is that sometimes authors need slapped.  Hard.  I mean, let’s face it, we’re a fairly dramatic and creative bunch, so there’s never any real shortage of things that might drive us to worry.

Or panic.

Or go running into the street screaming I’LLNEVERWRITEAGAIN I’LLNEVERWRITEAGAIN I’LLNEVERWRITEAGAIN.

Not that I’ve ever done that.  But I’ve wanted to.  And that’s when it’s nice to have someone you can count on to slap you.  Hard.

Jen is my slap person, and I’m hers.  The problem is that Jen lives in Connecticut most of the year and I am in Oklahoma.  Hence the need for…

Slap Proxy.

You see, if Jen needs slapped all I have to do is call Jen’s roommate, Neha, and say “Initiate slap proxy.”  And then, oh yeah, Neha slaps her.  (Not that we’ve ever had to do this, mind you, but Neha assures me she is not only willing to fulfill this obligation but also looking forward to it.)

When I start freaking out Jen can call my assistant Heidi or my sister, both of whom would probably equally enjoy the opportunity to smack me around.

So there you have it, gang.  If you want to be a successful writer you need a great book, a reputable agent, an excellent work ethic.  And someone to slap you.

And when that fails, someone to slap you on someone else’s behalf.

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Ally

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ps…I highly recommend everyone go read Jen’s version of events here.

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