Oh chickens, it’s finally here. To say this has been a long time coming is just beating a dead pun. *grabs bat and whacks away* I can’t tell you how happy I am to share this book with you all. It makes me warm and tingly in all my parts. Did you see there’s a whole new page on the site just for Wallbanger! Look above you, click on Books then the Wallbanger drop down (or click here). Inspiration pics, a Big Band soundtrack and some early reviews. Go ahead and look, I’ll be here….ok back? Great!
I have to get a little sentimental for a moment, because like all things, it takes a village. And while I am the Head Idiot of this very Village, if I may be permitted a moment to throw down some shout outs and some thank yous.
This book means a lot to me. As I told a friend this morning, while I know I am supposed to be able to get validation from the inside, sometimes we all need a pat on the back. A “great job” a “you made me laugh so hard I peed” kind of thing. You all loving Wallbanger. This makes me so very happy. It’s a scary thing sometimes, taking something that you love and letting it go. And while I was chomping at the bit to get it out there for you all to read, I was still nervous. Would you like it? Would you buy it? Would you stone me? Or just try and get me stoned? And through it all, there was my Village, supporting me and propping me up, getting me drunk and trying to marry me off. So a word to my Village.
Thank you Angie Lynch, for being my internet biotch and talking me down off every computer ledge. Your pimping is rock star.
Thank you to Brittany Gibbons, for inspiring me to wear jeggings and to agreeing to come into my Airstream.
To my Filet’s, a secret group of authors that help me daily…I love you guys;)
To Sarah M. Glover for telling me I have a voice.
To Debra Anastasia for being the dirtiest cheerleader I know. I love you Disgusto.
To my besties Keili Lefkovitz and Ashley Iglehart, who I have the pleasure of playing with on Not Your Mother’s Podcast. And I love them so hard, especially Keili because she is letting her brother marry me.
To Kassiah for the most beautiful website ever! She always knows exactly what I need.
To my editor Jessica, whom I have known since 4th grade. It’s tempting to think because I’ve known her for so long that she would go easy on, but nope. She is the ONLY person who can manage me, and I need a lot of managing. She also lets me begin every phone conversation lately with laser sound effects “pio pio, pio pio pio”
To my publicist Enn Bocci, who is my taco for life. She works her ass off, she lets me text her at midnight, and if Wallbanger makes the best seller list, I am taking her ass to Spain. You heard it here folks…
And finally to the Nuts Girls, to the BangerNation, to the chickens everywhere who came back out of the woodwork to play with this story again, thank you. Thank you for reading this when it was our favorite bronze haired boy, thank you for pimping it, thank you getting IT and ME and enjoying the ridiculous with me for years. It’s amazing for me when I can connect with you through Twitter, through Facebook, through emails, through reviews, and we can share this common brand of silly. I feel like this belongs to all of us, so thank you for riding this crazy train.
And to all the new chickens, Welcome to the Crazy. We are just getting started. Mother fucking Have Boobs Will Travel is next yo…fire up your trailers and gird your loins. I’m rolling with Grunberg now…and paying him off with homemade rugelach. Stay tuned for the details on how you can party with the #haveboobswilltravel crew in Los Angles this January.
We hit #1 today on Amazon’s Movers and Shakers. Where it goes from here it almost irrelevant (film deal, please) because this day is ours. It’s our time. It’s our time, down here. And that’s all over once you ride up Troy’s bucket.
So now that the schmaltz is through, I am dying to know. Now that some of you have begun to read Wallbanger, who do you think is MY Wallbanger? Did your choice change now that you are getting to know him? Is it:
I can’t wait to tell you which one is MY pick…but I didn’t want to reveal until you read, never like to have someone tell me in advance, know what I mean?
OK chickens, that’s all for now. Let’s enjoy this day, I know I will. Your Idiot thanks you.