On someone else’s radio show

If you’re near a radio in Halifax this evening, or near the internet anywhere, you can tune in the weird and wonderful Potato Salad Radio Show on CKDU. David Dahms is a visual artist and deep-thinking guy who hosts this terrific two-hour show on Saturday evenings. Tune it in here tonight starting at 6pm Atlantic, and if that’s not convenient, look for the podcast here, later on!


And here we go!

It is my job to describe things. Occurrences, emotions, scenes, feelings. I ought to be able to tell you all about Word on the Street on Sunday, to take you inside my own head and show you how it felt to hold Fallsy Downsies in my hands and read from it to a packed tent, overflowing with attentive people who wanted to hear more-more-more of my story.

It’s my job to be able to make you feel what I felt.

I am sucking at that job right now. Partially because I cannot even name to myself what I felt. Pure joy. A sense of rightness. A frisson of nerves, but only a frisson.

It took so long to get here, and then it passed like that, and I am on the other side of it trying to hold onto it for a moment longer, long enough to figure it out, to name it, maybe to bottle it so that I can dab it on my wrists when times get tough, when I eventually get back in the weeds with some other project.

The book is out, it’s here, people bought it on Sunday and some of them are reading it RIGHT NOW. You can go get it, at the King’s Co-op Bookstore and you should probably go there anyway, because it’s a great little bookstore with everything you need.

I’ve been interviewed by a number of thoughtful, intelligent, funny interviewers and I can’t wait to see what they have to say about me and my book. I’ll post links here as they arrive.

Meantime, I’m preparing for my official launch party at the Carleton October 23, and trying to nail down some dates in southern Ontario for late November early December. I’ll keep you posted on that too.

And I’ll work on getting my feet to touch the ground again. But I won’t work too hard at it. This floatiness is kind of great. I just wish I could describe it to you.


Engage launch sequence

Oh, so much is happening! And it’s the opening day of Fall Allergy Season 2013, and I have sneezed approximately 32,589 times today. I leave a trail of wadded tissues in my wake. I am disgusting.

But I am also busy and excited, so excited. Tomorrow or the next day I will hold Fallsy Downsies in my hands. That feels impossible, and yet I’m told it’s true. And plans are underway for my official launch in Halifax, October 23 at the Carleton. Check out all the details here — everyone’s welcome, and I’d love to see you there!


Till Tuesday

My publisher dropped by today, to give me the final Advance Reader Copy of Fallsy Downsies, which I’ll be sending to Laura Mayne in Mississauga. She won it fair and square in our Mondegreens contest on Twitter. (Search the hashtag fallsydownsies to see all the amazing, hilarious entries.)

This is the pleasure of working with a small, local publisher. Drop-by, in-person service. In addition to dropping off an ARC, he also physically removed from my house an overly curious neighbourhood cat who wandered in the front door while we were talking. He always has my back, Robbie does. 

He also let me know that by about Tuesday, I should have in my hands the final, published, yellow-covered, edited, proofread, page-proofed, signed-off-on, available-for-sale Fallsy Downsies. 

Cue the stomach swoops.

It’s finally (almost) here!

As for that Mondegreens contest, what a pleasure to send a book to Laura Mayne. She went to the same grade school as me and my siblings, but several years before any of us got there. She went there when my father taught there. She recently happened across my sister on Facebook and asked whether she was related to Ray Domet. They finally met at a jewellery trunk show my sister held in Mississauga. A few weeks ago, Laura came to Halifax to drop her daughter off at university. Her first purchase? A copy of Homing. And now she’s won an ARC of Fallsy Downsies. A little bit it feels like a nudge from my dad, from beyond. 

It feels exactly right. All of it.


The werewolf goes, the fine coat running

There’s a scene in Fallsy Downsies wherein Dacey Brown is singing along with Hey Nineteen by Steely Dan as she and Lansing and Evan drive across Ontario. And all her life, she has misheard the lyrics to the chorus, which doesn’t stop her singing along. We’re taking that scene as inspiration for a Twitter contest, starting today!

We have one Advance Reading copy of Fallsy Downsies left, and on Friday, we’ll do a random draw from the entries we receive. Enter as often as you like, just be sure to use the hashtag fallsydownsies. Tell us your own Mondegreen and maybe win an ARC of Fallsy Downsies, weeks before it’s available in stores. Here we go! Whee!

More about Mondegreens: http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/mondegreen

Follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/StephanieDomet

May the best — or more randomly drawn — Mondegreen win!


Keep your arms and legs inside the cart at all times

Here we go! This morning brought the first review of Fallsy Downsies, and this evening brought my first interview about it. In a little more than two weeks, I’ll be reading from an actual copy — not an advance reading copy — of the book, at Word on the Street in Halifax.

And about that actual copy. Here’s what it will look like:Image

Isn’t it cute? I can’t stop gazing at it. That’s probably not cool to admit, but there it is.

You guys, I can’t believe it’s almost here, finally! The day you get to meet Evan Cornfield and Lansing Meadows and Dacey Brown and get in the car with them and go on the road! Pack light, though. It’s crowded and you have to carry your own gear.

Plans are coming together for a launch event at The Carleton on Wednesday, October 23. I hope you’ll come! I could not be more pleased about a launch site. The Carleton presents amazing live music most nights of the week in a dedicated listening room, with killer food as well. It’s exactly the kind of place Lansing Meadows would play if he came to town, so it feels right to send him out into the world from the stage there.

The next few months are shaping up to be busy and crazy and altogether awesome, so in case I forget to say it: thank you for being interested in me and my writing. It’s all I’ve wanted in this world to be able to write stories you want to read.