Today is Tracy Ellen’s for real and true birthday! I am so happy I met her! She wrote me one of the bestest review queries EVER! lol She called me a queen and yes *nods* flattery and snark will get you far with me. 😛 She is an indie author and I am so happy to tell you how much I adore her book A Date with Fate!
I actually vlogged about my loving of this book too. Click HERE for my review.
Love love love! It’s one of my personal TOP favs of the year. Seriously. I love the dialogue and humor and all the people in the town of Northfield, Minnesota.
I feel like I could be best friends with the heroine Anabel. I love how independent and strong she is. And after getting to know the creator, Tracy, a bit better in our seemingly sugar crazed interview (ummm really, I think it’s just how we are naturally… but it SEEMS a bit manic!) She has a new BFF in me. I had a blast giving Tracy the randomest questions I could think of and she plays marvelously.
So… Settle in and listen in our our whimsical and often naughty chat. I would recommend putting your drink down so you don’t choke…
Oh! Tracy is generously giving away a signed copy of A Date With Fate and I am giving away a digital copy. Use the Rafflecopter at the bottom of the post.
Me: Tracy! Welcome to my kingdom of Tartlandia! *gestures to red couch* have a seat darling and get cozy. Can I get you anything? What’s your poison? Coffee, tea, soda, *whispers* water? Meep! I’m bad about getting my daily recommended water in…. Or *brightens up* something more festive? I’m trying to think of a holiday drink…. What’s a hot toddy? *adjusts crown* Well, whatever you want girl, I’ll get someone to make it!
Tracy: Thank you, My Queen, it’s so fun to finally meet you. *rubs couch* Mmm, very pretty. This IS cozy. Please, I’d love a holiday drink. How about we try a Tom and Jerry? *whispers back* You’ll get your water this way, along with brandy. They’re very yummy.*laugh*Isn’t a “hot Toddy” a man that stands about 6’2” and has muscles to die for? *Kat’s crown slides* Here, Your Royal Loveliness, pass me that beauteous crown and let me fix it for you. Isn’t it so aggravating when they slip so? There! *crown replaced* Perfect!
Me: *snuggles in near Tracy* Thanks ever so for fixing my crown. They can be a bit of a bother!
We have a similar thought pattern. Hot Toddys all round! hmmmm… I think it’s his day off…
*waves in attendants who bring in a tray of cupcakes* Happy Birthday!
*singing* Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, happy birthday darling Tracy…. Happy birthday toooo you! Cha-cha-cha” <g> have a cupcake. I’m so happy you can visit me on your actual birthday! What else do you have planned for today? More cake I hope. “Let them eat cake… and read!” that would be my motto… if I had a motto.
Tracy: *blushing happily* Thank you! I’m loving the customs of Tartlandia all ready; cha-cha-cha! <g>
I so agree, Your Royal Sweetness, that every motto could be improved with a little cake and the words “and read” tacked on the end. *big sigh* All work and no play is not a good way for a Queen to rule. Look at Marie. She could have easily kept her head had she only kept her subjects fed and entertained a bit more and off the streets. But nooo, she had to be such a selfish, little piggy…
*perks up* Oh, I do hope the rest of my birthday is all about the cake. My personal favorite cake is beefcake. My personal Beefcake is surprising me today with birthday plans. I’m thinking it could be a bundt cake, pound cake, or maybe even an entire sheet cake. I really have no idea what the day has in store, but whatever kind of cake is served, I’m sure I’ll love it!
Me: *chokes on cupcake* Beefcake! *chortle* I love you! hahahah
Ummm *gasps* umm
How are things in the Kingdom of Anabel? and tell me how A Date With Fate came to be.
Tracy: Things in Anabel’s Wild Kingdom are busy! After the never ending business of self-publishing, I’m deep into writing again (yippee!) and working away on Book Two. I started a volunteer editing group. With all their helpful eyes, I’m shooting for publishing by early March, if not sooner.
Me: March?! *wail* I want’s it now! *stomps foot* lol Now I tell you
Tracy: *laughter* Anabel Axelrod jumped to life from idle, “what if I’d stayed single and fancy-free” hedonistic thoughts and she hasn’t slowed down since.
I knew Anabel had to be strong, smart, funny, and confident. She truly doesn’t want to fall in love, or let one man tie her down. This is a book series centered on the heroine’s whole life and all her relationships—not just her sex life. Now, about that sex life…*laugh* The man to possibly win a heroine so in control of her own life has to be intelligent and interesting. He’d need to be very alpha without being a poser. Lastly, I was sure their relationship would have to be challenging, full of fun, push boundaries and be sexually explosive to make Anabel sit up and beg like a dog.
I haven’t dreamed of being a writer all my life, but I’ve always loved the idea of owning a bookstore in a small town. The living in an awesome apartment overhead was always a piece of that daydream, but there was also a huge garden on the rooftop. <g> And a swimming pool. And a pool boy. And several lifeguards.
Me: *gasps* That’s my dream!
Tracy: I went overnight from constantly reading books in effortless pleasure, to the hard work of passionately wanting and needing to write the books instead. I am typing away on the keyboard continually now. How many future stories will be related to The Adventures of Anabel Axelrod? That remains to be seen after Book Two.
Me: I adore Anabel by the way. I laughed out loud and nodded my head a lot ‘cause I could relate to Anabel’s thought process. I love the people in her town and Anna! Plus I have a major crush on Luke… I think, No, I know I’m a bit jealous. <g> There are so many great characters in your story that I really, really hope… Who am I kidding? I’ll make a royal proclamation if need be. 😛 Write MORE! Ummm Please?
Tracy: *clapping and beaming* Thank you! *laughter* Anna is based very, very loosely on one of my long time good friends. She is the best of women. And Luke…well, let me just say this about Mr. Secretive: If you were crushin’ on him in Book One, you are gonna be screaming to the rafters in Book Two. I know Anabel all ready is…<G>
Me:Tease! You are so so mean! I can’t wait for book 2
Another cupcake? *bounces on couch* ok, Tell me what’s your favorite color? Are you scared of zombies? Do you love Benedict Cumberbatch? were you ever a flower girl? *gasps for breath*
Tracy: Yes, please–the white one with all the pink sprinkles. Do you ever chew on the cupcake paper after you’ve eaten the cupcake? No? I have. It’s weird but rather tasty.
Despite almost drowning several times in my life with the latest near-miss being as recent as last March, my favorite color in the world is ocean blue.
Yes, zombies scare the living crapola out of me and I adore them. My third book will hopefully be a zombie book; if I can find a guy writer to co-author it with me. I want to write the female parts and be chased by zombies and then kill them. It wouldn’t be the same if I have to write the zombies that are chasing my women characters. Kind of takes the fun away– like playing tag with yourself, you know?
Benedict Cumberpatch? Woo Doggie, I mean Kitty–Benedict Cumberbatch can come to dinner anytime! With a name like that I’m sure the poor man needs comfort food and a friendly shoulder.
*sad mouth* I’ve never been a flower girl, YET.
Me: You can be a flower girl if you want to! I decree it so 😀
Because you? Are completely awesomesauce! And that was just the warm up… Hold onto your socks *watches Tracy grab toes* Not for realz silly!
Tracy: I was just showing off a little, * giggle* it’s the brandy!
Hey, Queen of Cuteness, wouldn’t “Tartlandia AwesomeSauce” be an incredibly cool brand name for something? Applesauce?… KY Gel?
Me: *snort* I will set my royal minions to brainstorming that. I will rule the world…. I need to practice my evil laughter.
How could you compare writing to dancing in the Nutcracker? And how do you feel about tall people?
Tracy: Hmm, an interesting but disturbing first question. I do like to twirl around in my writing, and tippy-toe. I also fantasize and dream while writing. But now I’m creeped-out thinking about fantasies and scurrying mice. *shudders* Those tails!
Now, tall people are something else. I worship tall people. Without tall people, high places would forever remain a mystery to me. Plus, a girl is never too old to sit, dance, or nap on laps. Tall people have great laps.
Me: *nods* Laps are excellent! 😉 And I am picturing you tippy-toeing around writing Anabel <g>
You are invited to a Christmas party next week by Colin Firth and also by Kevin Bacon. Who would you choose to go with and how would you tell the other your plans?
Tracy: <g>This is an easy one. Men will be the first to tell you they don’t like to be bothered over party details. I see no reason to tell them my party plans and cause bother.
So, for all the women out there—this is the plan!
*jumping on couch*I love parties! My plan is to be picked up by Colin, but only if he is Mr. Darcy. (I’ll pointblank refuse to go if Colin’s acting like himself–he’s sooo not my type.) Mr. Darcy and I will eventually get to the party, in an hour or two.
Kevin Bacon would be delivered a scented note to meet me for a little dancing on the snow-covered back lawn at the stroke of midnight. This plan works wonderfully because I can ice him down should he get too sweaty crazy dancing like he does. Don’t you find that extremely sweaty men, as in buckets, can be a stinky turn-off? *wrinkles nose* Me, too!
It’s a well-documented fact Colin, as Mr. Darcy, is no fun at parties, and Kev tends to pass out now in exhaustion after dancing in the moonlight.
Sooo…the rest of my plan concerns Benedict Cumberpatch. He will be picking me up at the gates at 3:00 a.m. sharp. He must have seen the invitations from Col and Kev on my mantle the night he was over for dinner. (He’s such a snoop!) He wasn’t invited to the party, but he offered to make me breakfast knowing I’ll have worked up an appetite. Ben’s a good dude and I highly recommend him as any woman’s pick-up man.
Me: *stairs at Tracy in awe* I. Am. Impressed! And jealous! lol That is party planning and juggling on an EPIC scale!
Quick! Close your eyes. Tell me 10 items on my coffee table and no peaking.
Tracy: I couldn’t miss the red licorice whip with the Kat O’Nine Tails. *shiver* I’m sorry, but it’s all I can remember. Can I peak now?
Me: Yes! *bites the licorice* You were distracted by my shiny crown I think. 😀
I just made up a word slugization please make up a definition and use the word in a sentence. 😛
Tracy: “Slugization” : a person, usually male, that over a time degrades from having human qualities into a cheap slime ball.
“Slugization”: Molly thought she’d met her Prince Charming in Chuck, but then slugization occurred and she dumped his wormy be-hind when he stuck her with their drinks tab for the third date in a row.
Me: Slugization! I know some individuals I can use that on <g>
We’re gonna play a game of Madlibs… nope, not telling what it is. Make your answers as naughty or nice as you’d like 🙂
VERB ENDING IN ING
Me: bwahahaha! You decided to go naughty didn’t you? lol Here you go…
|I was LICKING and turning through the POWERFUL night. A scary movie by the name of the Hunger Games came on my big screen tv. Hearing a noise on my roof top, I stirred from my bed and hid in my SLAP closet. I was petrified and could not move. The TANGY noises of a BLACK crying and a TONGUE breathing were getting closer and closer until it stopped outside of my BASEMENT door. My eyes were as PURPOSELY as saucers as I held my BUTTOCKS to prevent the invader from hearing me. Suddenly, the doors flew open and standing there before me was ALEX O’LAUGHLIN in a SASSY Santa suit holding a MAGIC MASSAGER. He called my name and told me that I should be sleeping. I let out a sigh of relief and SCREAM to my bed. Perhaps if someone would have reminded me that it was Christmas then all would have been fine.|
Me: *still giggling* Last but not least…
It’s time for The Book Tart Quickie
- Christmas song you hate?:Little Drummer Boy
- Superpower you’d like to have? Teleportation
- Night owl or morning lover?: Night Owl
- Favorite snack food?: Pita Chips and Jalapeño Hummus
- What are you wearing right now?: My birthday suit, of course!
- Chocolate or vanilla?:Vanilla
- Last book you read? Mutated by Joe McKinney:
- A show you tivo’d?.A Game of Thrones
- Best/worst gift you’ve received? My daughter/Charitable donation never given—in my name, no less!
- Phobia? Stinky People
Tracy hon, this has been a joy and a pleasure! My castle will never be the same again. lol Thank you so much for hanging out at The Book Tart on your birthday! I hope the rest of your day is just as fabulous as this. 😉
The Queen of Tarts
Tracy: Thank you for the invite, Queen Kat, it was fun.*fist in air* Long Live Tartlandia!
*Cheek!* Tracy Ellen
(The Queen watches from her balcony as Tracy Ellen crosses
the northern border and leaves her kingdom,
followed by four thousand men-at-arms that were all flying the
turquoise and black colors of Anabel Katrina Axelrod.
Spying a lone, dark haired man speeding out to meet the writer in a
black truck, a Ford 150 Harley Edition,
Queen Kat notices the fierce face and black brows.
She urgently calls for her binoculars and whispers,
“Can it be..?!”