
Friday, February 27, 2009
Speaking Up About SPEAK

Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Wagging on Wednesday with Dorsey


Monday, February 23, 2009
A Word from the Cosmic Hamster

Saturday, February 21, 2009
Untitled Contest #254
All you have to do is follow 3 little rules, and you're in. Go crazy.
CHALLENGE:
- Your story MUST start with this sentence: Janet was late. **
- Your story MUST end with this sentence: Of course, she was right all along.
- Your story must be 100 words or under.
Something Funny Happened...

"If I were to quickly sum up this book in a couple of words they would be: wonderful, a page turner, spectacular, simply excellent and plenty more words that have the same kind of meanings. It was just an all around wow."And a great print review from The Sentinel out of Cumberland County, PA
"Simply put, Emer is more interesting and a better role model for teens than [Twilight's] Bella or Edward. Granted, kids shouldn’t go around cutting out people’s eyeballs, but the strength behind Emer’s actions and personality is a desirable virtue. Her actions, put into context of the time and situation, are actually quite morally intact. Much can be said for her contempt of men who try to possess her or who are excessively overprotective and domineering, which is never OK."I couldn't agree with that last part any more. Excessively possessive is never OK. :)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
I'm Tricky Like That & Guys

Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Wagging on Wednesday with Riley

"A wonderful tale of adventure on the high seas and teenage impatience; young love and loss and sheer determination."Did you see the D100D Discussion Guide yet? 25 groovy questions to help your class, book group or friends talk about the book. Oooo! And hey ! There's a contest to win a copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs over at Wolfy Chicks, where I'll be interviewed next week.
Monday, February 16, 2009
You're Sweet - Winners & Links

sraasch - True love is going out for Cherry Garcia ice cream at 2AM. On a week night. In January. In Minnesota. Janet Reid - True love is making Ilsa get on the aeroplane. briaspage - Love thinks your beautiful when you've been sick for four days. Anonymous - Love is a leap of faith and a soft landing.WINNER: Janet Reid WINNING ENTRY: True love is making Ilsa get on the aeroplane.

Saturday, February 14, 2009
Gooey Weekend Writing Challenge

"Well, it definitely was as great as they said it was. I had high expectations for this book and it did not disappoint. I would clap, but she can't hear me."I can hear you just fine, Hillary. Thanks! So pleased that you liked it! (See you in Lititz, maybe?) Did I ever link Story Siren's review? I think I missed it due to launch weekend. Check it out.
" I found myself thinking.... can it really be that good? Will I end up hating for the mere fact that everyone else loves it? But.. I read it and understood what all the fuss was really about. Because believe me when I say, it was really that good."I was really hoping you'd like it, Kristi. Thrilled it didn't disappoint. And HEY! You still have two weeks to enter this INSANELY AWESOME contest over at Reviewer X's blog. If you already bought the book, you really need to check this out...who doesn't want to win $300 worth of books? Yeah - I said $300 worth of BOOKS!!! Now - back to love. What is it?
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Wagging on Wednesday

Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Link Indie, please.


Two BIG Things!


Monday, February 9, 2009
The Judges Agreed
This was hard.
With entries like: pepsivanilla's "I saw crazy artists attacking innumerable thunderstruck paleontologists" or Keith's "Oh, crap - Stella restarts challenges, accelerating mirthfulnesses programmatically, transformationally deinstitutionalizing counterrevolutionaries' overintellectualizations" or jocelyn's "I eat awful magenta fruitcake" (I love the simple ones.)
or epic rat's "Try green bananas," whispered Monkey-Bones, "mind-blowingly bittersweetness." (This was my favorite, but that ly kept throwing me into adverb overdrive land.) or Memory's "I can paint elegant, exquisite, Francophone delicatessens" how were we ever going to pick a winner?
But we did, because after consulting with three blind judges, this entry won, hands down.
WINNER: Joanne Levy
WINNING ENTRY: A big blimp floated aimlessly, eradicating gravitational claustrophobias.
Congratulations, Joanne! You've entered so many of these contests and I want to thank you and the others who've been entering so often. Your support is awesome and I really appreciate it. You ROCK.
If you didn't win this time, don't be sad! Come back next weekend and play again! I promise I'll cook up something new and interesting up for you by then. AND DON'T FORGET - The Flux Page over on Facebook is throwing a contest to win the book, too! Fun stuff! Click here to check it out.
Wagging on Wednesday should be loads of fun this week. See you then & thanks again for playing.

Sunday, February 8, 2009
Look at This Cover!
Have you guys seen Lauren Baratz-Logsted's cover for Crazy Beautiful yet? It's completely drool-worthy. If you want, you can stick this cool countdown timer on your blog/MySpace/etc. Just click on the Share button.
Some more D100D Launch Week links:
I totally out myself about my bad habits at Book Chic's Blog. I admit, I haven't really worked on a few of these...
A brilliant review of The Dust of 100 Dogs from Valentina's Room! How wonderful that she lives just down the road from where I started writing novels in Dublin 16 years ago! I love stuff like that. Here's a blurb:
"If you like strong women characters, pirates and great storytelling, you have to read this book. For all the others, read it anyway. I think this is going to be the must-read book of the year."
A shout out for the awesome D100D cover art! Maximum respect to cover designer Gavin Duffy.
Another wicked-great review from Melissa from Poised at the Edge. A blurb:
"A.S. King’s stunning debut is part history lesson, part dog training manual, part modern coming of age story. It dazzles with its risky originality and its shameless girl-power. Emer/Saffron is powerful, intelligent, willful protagonist that the sisterhood just has to love!"
And a guest essay about my first and worst jobs, "How All Those Stupid Jobs Helped Me Make a Writing Career" at The Debutante Ball got an interesting discussion going about completely unrelated things.
But the REAL news today is: WE HAVE UNDER TEN CONTESTANTS FOR THE ONGOING CONTEST!!
This could mean a few things.
1. People are hibernating.
2. People are sick of being made to work their brains for free stuff. (Too bad.)
3. Everyone is either at Comic Con or Love is Murder.
4. Counting by twos is boring - we want more Mad Libs.
5. Who cares what it means? More for us! (And a faster result, too.)
There are 8 hours left to enter. Tell your friends!
Oo! And here's another picture. (Is Borders stocking this in fantasy or is that just a coincidence?) Thanks to Book Chic for this one! xo


Friday, February 6, 2009
Totally Random 2+2=4 Contest Redux

Some Cool Links from Launch Week


Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Win a copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs!

"If you had to spend 100 years as any person/place or thing, what would it be and why? You can be brief or lengthy - it doesn't matter. We'll narrow the field by picking out a bunch of posts that stand out as funny, insightful, ridiculous or cute and then pick one lucky fan out a hat. And BAM! - free book! Just like that. Only one entry per person, por favor."Go for it! I'll toss in a signed bookplate for whoever wins to make it a signed copy!
Wagging on Wednesday



Monday, February 2, 2009
I Would Give You a Dozen Goats (& a Winner)


- Keith really cracked us up with his Grapes of Wrath entry. Gloom, depression, hopelessness and death. And then things go downhill.
- Liviania totally killed me with her Watership Down entry. Bunnies escape death. Find home. Steal females from psycho bunny.

Sunday, February 1, 2009
Random Vegetable Contest #43 Winner & Thank You!!

Adele
LisaMay
Lalaland
Joanne Levy
Paradox
AmandaKMorgan
Brooke Reviews
Keith Cronin
Liv
Ariel
Now - A toast to the winner of the Random Vegetable Contest #43!
WINNER: AmandaKMorgan
My favorite part of this one was: They are also like the secret agent of vegetables because they're tricky--they can either be super good for you or poisonous.
Congratulations Amanda & thank you ALL for playing!
I have to thank you all again for coming to my weekend of mayhem party here at Dog Fact #9. It was really cool of you to come. I'll be back tomorrow night with the winner of today's contest.
Have you signed the guest book? ---------------------------------------------->
And don't forget the AWESOME CONTEST over at Reviewer X!
D100D Mad Libs Winner!
We Have a Haiku Winner!

The Last D100D Mad Libs
This is our last batch of D100D Mad Libs!
Thanks so much for playing. Winner will be announced in the next hour.
- Imagine my surprise when, after a fortnight of defenestrating with pizzas over a spare caustic rhinoceros and plagiarizing my referee from a bench, I was given a prolifigate, energetic rocket ship, all to myself, filled with an opportunistic veterinarian. I say it was prolifigate because Sadie Adams, my mother, has purple classmates, something I never inherited. Thanks Jenifer! I have been known to crave the odd caustic rhinoceros too. They’re so peppy.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 5 hours, 3 minutes and 12 seconds of investigating with reindeer over a spare suspicious personalized license plate and attacking my spork from a knife, I was given a hilarious, ridiculous handkerchief, all to myself, filled with unwilling elephant. I say it was hilarious because Sadie Adams, my mother, has glamorous librarians, something I never inherited. Thanks LisaMay! Glamorous librarians ROCK! You can keep your hanky full of unwilling elephant, though.
- Imagine my surprise when, after once upon a time of swallowing with jumps over a spare disgusting toilet and digging my underwear from a teeth, I was given a gross delicious vampire all to myself, filled with crunchy cats. I say it was gross because Sadie Adams, my mother, has amazing, something I never inherited. Thanks Linda. Fill anything with crunchy cats and I am so there.
- Imagine my surprise when, after the Victorian age of feathering with bustles over a spare ticklish toe and waddling my Jeremy Piven from a mouse, I was given a furry small seamless shirt, all to myself, filled with sticky dreadlock. I say it was furry because Sadie Adams, my mother, has cheesy teeth, something I never inherited. Thanks KB. Kudos for not inheriting the cheesy teeth. That would have been a total bummer.
- Imagine my surprise when, after the blink of an eye of pirouetting with zombies over a spare charming pirate and tiptoeing my munchkin from a glass slipper, I was given a squeamish crunchy ninja, all to myself, filled with plucky mountain goat. I say it was squeamish because Sadie Adams, my mother, has ticklish llamas, something I never inherited. Thanks Cecilia! I never knew the was a zombie ballet.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 200 years of sword fighting with pirates over a spare bloody Marie and killing my Tom Cruise from a Madonna, I was given a disastrous, disgusting Tallulah, all to myself, filled with crazy Kate. I say it was disastrous because Sadie Adams, my mother, has slutty soldiers, something I never inherited. Thank you Carol(ina)! A Tallulah filled with crazy Kate? That’s mental.
- Imagine my surprise when, after forever of sparkling with vampires over a spare bitten Yan and dying my bed from a casket, I was given a fluffy, silky smooth graveyard, all to myself, filled with gloomy umbrellas. I say it was fluffy because Sadie Adams, my mother, has anguished UFOs, something I never inherited. Thanks Yan! I was going to congratulate you on your fluffy graveyard, but then saw it was filled with gloomy umbrellas. Sorry to hear that.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 9,999,999 eons and an epoch or two of eloping with tarantulas over a spare lustful fishcake and decomposing my octopus from a tornado, I was given a obese satanic paperclip all to myself, filled with bloody Uranus I say it was obese because Sadie Adams, my mother, has utopian zombies, something I never inherited. Thanks Paradox! This one cracked me up! Obese satanic paperclips! Utopian zombies!
Next Ten D100D Mad Libs
Okay WOAH.
Stop here.
You have to see this. A bunch of generous and wonderful reviewers, authors and bloggers got together for Reviewer X and made an AMAZING contest to help me celebrate the release of The Dust of 100 Dogs.
YOU NEED TO CHECK IT OUT BECAUSE YOU COULD WIN $300 WORTH OF STUFF.
Yeah. I said $300 worth of FREE STUFF.
How grateful am I to be surrounded by such supportive people? Pretty flipping grateful.
Now - on with the fun. 10 more Mad Libs. There are some real beauties in here. Thanks so much for playing!
- Imagine my surprise when, after four heartbeats of detoxifying with eggplants over a spare dry spank and laughing my magic eight ball from a milquetoast, I was given a fragrant, audacious ramora, all to myself, filled with undulant trattoria. I say it was fragrant because Sadie Adams, my mother, has dulcet livers, something I never inherited. Thanks Joanne! I have also detoxified with eggplant over a dry spank. Nothing like it - Amiright?
- Imagine my surprise when, after four minutes of licking with toes over a spare gigantic taco and beating my tree from a squirrel, I was given a clumsy wooden water, all to myself, filled with drowsy fur I say it was clumsy because Sadie Adams, my mother, has graceful teeth, something I never inherited. Oh Hilary! I am so loving your spare gigantic taco! Thanks!
- Imagine my surprise when, after a Christmas of alleviating with horcruxes over a spare ghastly Obama and liquidating my oatmeal from an ear, I was given a disturbed motionless cemetery, all to myself, filled with adorable cheese. I say it was disturbed because Sadie Adams, my mother, has hissing zephyrs, something I never inherited. Thanks Genevieve! Sorry to hear about having to liquidate the oatmeal from an ear. Ew. But I’m all for adorable cheese.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 3 milliseconds of quacking with mermaids over a spare sexy shoe and tickling my train from a movie, I was given a silly awesome rabbit, all to myself, filled with orange bagels.. I say it was silly because Sadie Adams, my mother, has fat bubbles, something I never inherited. Thanks Lex! I would *kill* for a silly awesome rabbit filled with orange bagels right now. Seriously.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 857 minutes of cackling with toasters over a spare zesty bassoon and frolicking my tombstone from a bus, I was given a striped harmonious caravel, all to myself, filled with a lumpy tower. I say it was striped because Sadie Adams, my mother, has breathless frogs, something I never inherited. Thanks Jocelyn! Sorry to hear about the frogs. :(
- Imagine my surprise when, after 17 minutes of pretending with purple people eaters over a spare spicy yeti and smashing my caterpillar from a toast, I was given a psychedelic rotten crossbow, all to myself, filled with violent trombones. I say I say it was psychedelic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has stealthy cupcakes, something I never inherited. LOL. Thanks pepsivanilla! I’m afraid I did inherit the stealthy cupcakes in my family. But it helps me wield the psychedelic rotten crossbow, so I can’t complain.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 666 coffee breaks of seducing with electricians over a spare statuesque autopsy and blathering my windshield from a zither, I was given a clandestine glandular Civil Libertarian all to myself, filled with deflated kangaroos I say it was clandestine because Sadie Adams, my mother, has prehistoric refrigerators, something I never inherited. Thanks Kitten! How come I never get a clandestine glandular Civil Libertarian filled with deflated kangaroos? Seriously? Am I doing something wrong?
- Imagine my surprise when, after three centuries of lactating with rhesus monkeys over a spare flagrant toilet brush and undulating my perforation from a dynasty, I was given a pusillanimous, glistening hedgehog all to myself, filled with polymorphously perverse nipple. I say it was pusillanimous because Sadie Adams, my mother, has hectoring sea hags, something I never inherited. Thanks Stephanie! I had no idea it was okay to admit that I’d lactated with rhesus monkeys. Now, I feel like I can say anything.
- Imagine my surprise when, after .0057 nanoseconds of killing with hookers over a spare sharp Burger King and sexing up my Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and wizardry from Edward Cullen, I was given a dumbass sparkly Pennsylvania, all to myself, filled with shiny brothel. I say it was dumbass because Sadie Adams, my mother, has enormous knickers, something I never inherited. Thanks anonymous! I hope you didn’t feel like you had to stay anonymous because of the enormous knickers. Really. You are not alone.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 100 eons of pirating with dogs over a spare bogus ipod and running my book from a sweatshirt, I was given a smelly attractive case, all to myself, filled with filthy television. I say it was smelly because Sadie Adams, my mother, has new bottles, something I never inherited. Thanks xollinzolox! I totally agree about television. Totally.
The First Ten D100D Mad Libs
I was going to narrow these down to save space, but I can't. There are some real beauties here that I just have to share. So, this afternoon, ten by ten, I will post most of the Mad Lib answers. This is what parties are for, right?
The passage I used was the first paragraph of Chapter One from The Dust of 100 Dogs, and goes like this:
Imagine my surprise when, after three centuries of fighting with siblings over a spare furry teat and licking my water from a bowl, I was given a huge human nipple, all to myself, filled with warm mother’s milk. I say it was huge because Sadie Adams, my mother, has enormous breasts, something I never inherited.
Here are the first ten entries:
- Imagine my surprise when, after four score and seven years of defenestrating with waffles over a spare fabbity fab bowling pin and burning my peanut butter from a Thestral, I was given a sympathetic, demanding elf, all to myself, filled with greasy Pegasus. I say it was sympathetic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has awesome nerdfighters, something I never inherited. Thanks Khy! I think I might know your sympathetic demanding elf. Is his name Jim?
- Imagine my surprise when, after three seconds of skating with muskrats over a spare squalid inquisition and subverting my inquest from a superintendent, I was given a exotic catchy visor, all to myself, filled with nautical automation. I say it was exotic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has celibate petrologists, something I never inherited. Thanks Maureen! That exotic catchy visor looks awesome on you.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 33 years of frolicking with banshees over a spare delightful Obama, and stumbling my phoenix from a garage, I was given a kindly aquatic lollipop, all to myself, filled with precious monument. I say it was kindly because Sadie Adams, my mother, has cracked moose, something I never inherited. Thanks Liv! A kindly aquatic lollipop? You have all the luck.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 7 score of skipping with monkeys over a spare elfin pirate and bubbling my dinosaur from a lamp, I was given a humdrum prickly cabbage, all to myself, filled with woozy cactus. I say it was humdrum because Sadie Adams, my mother, has jittery grapes, something I never inherited. Thanks Erika Lynn! I had no idea other people skipped with monkeys. And I love the jittery grapes.
- Imagine my surprise when, after two shakes of a dog’s tail of dipping with sea anemones over a spare crunchy dollhouse and rocking my lip gloss from a cinnamon candle, I was given a mousy fabulous hair extension all to myself, filled with sticky aluminum. I say it was mousy because Sadie Adams, my mother, has odorous candy canes, something I never inherited. Thanks raasch! YES for the mousy hair extension! Love that!
- Imagine my surprise when, after 2 and a half seconds of diving with blobs named Bob over a spare greenish-brown sea-dancing penguin and twirling my fingers from a panda, I was given a thorny, mahogany Saudi Arabia, all to myself, filled with a tubby flag. I say it was thorny because Sadie Adams, my mother, has mushy cockroaches, something I never inherited. Thanks Diana! Ew. Mushy cockroaches.
- Imagine my surprise when, after 48 hours of regurgitating with helium balloons over a spare complicated gingerbread cookie and shrinking my shark’s tooth from a feather boa, I was given a sarcastic full-grown manatee, all to myself, filled with over-exposed moustache. I say it was sarcastic because Sadie Adams, my mother, has foreign pajamas, something I never inherited. Thanks Scotti! Who doesn’t love a sarcastic full-grown manatee?
- Imagine my surprise when, after 13.5 nanoseconds of defenestrating with incubi over a spare fortuitous boll weevil and masticating my naked mole rat from a papaya, I was given a ninja toxic gingivitis, all to myself, filled with scrumptious silly putty. I say it was ninja because Sadie Adams, my mother, has puffy frozen peas, something I never inherited. Thanks Tony! Love the scrumptious silly putty!
- Imagine my surprise when, after a bat of an eye of hurtling with bollocks over a spare lush cranium and elongating my nymph from an actor, I was given a stupendous crystalline adder, all to myself, filled with putrid pygmy. I say it was stupendous because Sadie Adams, my mother, has luminescent infants, something I never inherited. Thanks Sharen! Be careful hurtling with bollocks. That can get iffy.
- Imagine my surprise when, after the time it takes to walk from the bus stop to the grocery store of rolling with syringes over a spare robust pole and buying my feather boa from a Dr. Seuss hat, I was given a putrid alabaster stairwell, all to myself, filled with frantic globes. I say it was putrid because Sadie Adams, my mother, has vacuous guitars, something I never inherited. Thanks Liviania! Yeow – rolling with syringes. No wonder your alabaster stairwell is putrid.
A Toast & A 10 Words Contest

Challenge: If you had ten words to describe your favorite book or movie, what would they be? Post your answer (Book/Movie title & 10 words) in the comments area with your email address! Deadline: Sunday, Feb 1st, 9PM EST (TONIGHT!) Prize: A signed copy of The Dust of 100 Dogs and a VOG. Here are the other ongoing contests if you feel like winning a SIGNED COPY of The Dust of 100 Dogs! Haiku Contest - Deadline Sunday Feb 1st NOON EST. Random Vegetable Contest #43 - Deadline Sunday, February 1st 5PM EST. I'll be back throughout the morning/early afternoon to share some of these D100D Mad Libs with you! Priceless stuff. And thank you again for coming around, playing games, and signing my guest book. It means so much to me that I can share a long awaited day with supportive wonderful people like you! Have you signed the Guest Book? ------------------------------------------------------------->
- If you had ten words to describe The Dust of 100 Dogs, what would they be?
- Girl breaks free. Scary but worth it. And true love.
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