So I’m not going to tell you the story of what the most contentious point of negotiation between me and my editor at Harper Collins was over Tell Me, but if you need to know (and your probably do), it’s in this book:
…which was actually my first foray into indie publishing. See, what happened was I was planning this outrageously ridiculous CRAZY GIANT launch party for Tell Me (read about it here: Coldest Night, Hottest Party), complete with burlesque dancers and Tarot card readers and all my friends and a hundred strangers when I realized that the Just-In-Time delivery of my Tell Me paperbacks was not going to be so just in time. It was going to be two days after, and let me tell you, there are times when better late than never is ok, but not when you are having a launch party and you can’t move the date and there is going to be no book.
I wrote a book.
And I called it Cunt versus Pussy. Because I’m insane. Clearly.
It was supposed to be a limited-100 book, just for the party kinda run–an inside story of how I wrote and sold Tell Me.
It turned out–well, people liked it. And kept on asking me to give it to them in paper bags. Or, maybe, with a different cover?
First, I was all hard-ass. “Cunt is a beautiful word!” “I’m reclaiming it!”
And then, a librarian took me aside at a thing…
And so I gave it a new name. And a new cover.
Then this summer, when I started putting the Dirty Writing Secrets series together… I gave it a new cover again.
With cherries on it. Obviously.
PS What is it about? Secrets, secrets, secrets. ALL THE SECRETS.