Tuesday 13 December 2011

3...2...1... Blast-off! It's LAUNCH/Party time!

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DRUM ROLL PLEASE...

The culmination of months, no years -- seven to be exact -- of work (on/off, painful/joyous)...

Me and the book cover -- yippee!
THE REALITY JANE BOOK LAUNCH PARTY! (I can not make this exclamation point big enough, and if I put 20 of them you'd think me childish).

What can I say, the perfect launch to this sweet (eh-hem) little tale of Jane's raucous adventures behind-the-scenes in reality TV. And, when I say perfect, I mean perfect!

Awesome guests, rather, awesome FRIENDS, attended with great big smiles and accolades. I couldn't have been more humbled by their support and all the love in the room -- and it was fun too! (muchos pix below)

Signing books, this one's for Kate.

Highlights:
--the red carpet and my paparazzi (thank you Spencer) snapping pix of guests!
--my fabulous yummy mummy caterer/buddy Heather feeding us with delicious appies and treats!
--my super-kid au pair from Germany bartend'ing and keeping everyone's cup full (running over)!
--kick-ass location/hosts lent us their West Van home--thank you Dianne and Martin!
--the whole sh-bang professionally lit with kinos/arris thanks to my DP (DOP in Canada) hubby Josh!
--beautiful speech by my ever-supportive, loving and talented mother, Marguerite (thanks Ma)!
--and, as I said, all my awesome friends trekking out on a cold November night for a little celebration (thank you Cea for being my gorgeous cover model and doing my web-site just in time for launch)! 

Thank you everyone from the bottom of my heart! 
xo Shannon

Now would somebody please turn this novel into a MOVIE already!
Carole and Mark -- super hip neighbours and friends!

Cea: awesome friend and cover model for the book!

Leah and Devon--hilarious rapper chicks!

Ami (interior design phenom), Helena, Sarah with big smiles!

Giving my speech, Josh by my side!

Awww, they're actually listening! My wonderful guests.


Heather (foodie phenom), Andrea (tri-athlete phenom)!

Jonica and Helena looking happy w/ their purchase!
(only $15.95 folks! ;)

Jan (au pair and bartender), Heather  prepping for the night.


Mingling!

Marguerite (Mom) giving speech and feeling proud! 
Liz, Tracy and Carole mugging!

Dianne (awesome host) and Tanis (PR phenom)!

Cool chix incldg Kirsten (my no. 1 fan/Career Lady/SuperMom)!
Liz and Victoria looking rad!
Maureen -- producer phenom (today's fave word)

Karina, Kirsten, Joanne, Helen -- looking fab!

Kim and her Mom brought the youngest attendee
and RJ fan, her newborn babe Charlie!

Beautiful babes: Mary and Vittoria!

Sarah artist chick!

Hottie Ronnie and her hubby Russel!

Karen (super funny chick) and her pal!

Rosalina, make-up artist extraordinaire

Kate and Trev -- nicest story producers in town!


Fab Celia and her daughter!

Nicole actor chick/super mom phenom!

Marguerite in the director's chair!

Steven (awesome DP dude) and Christine rad chick!

At the signing table...

David (producer dude) and Alana!



Everybody's talking about Reality Jane!

Me and my girls!

Relaxing now...
Happy couple -- We did it!
Super cool chix: Tracy, Tanis and Kat!


Thursday 24 November 2011

Step 1 -- Turning Novel into Best-Seller/Blockbuster Movie (stop laughing)

I know, hilarious, right? Best-seller ...puh-lease. Blockbuster Movie ...what is she smoking?
But a girl can dream.
And dream I will.
But how to make dream reality?

Obvious ways:
--Get book mentioned on syndicated talk show... Ellen!
--Get chapter published in popular chick mag ...Flare? Cosmo?
--Get New York Times Book Review!

Realistic ways:
--Get local newspaper to do one paragraph mention
--Get on local radio show -- Check! I was on CBC this morning with Rick Cluff... IIII-thankyou!
--Get mention/s in community papers, any paper will do, minimum reach 50, seriously, I'll take 50.
--Get mom to send email to all her friends
--Hand out flyers on the street.

So I've taken to some realistic and maybe slightly desperate measures. And if you see me on the street, please wave, grab a REALITY JANE postcard and give me one of those pretend smiles that says "I care, I really do" just before you phone your BFF with news of the pathetic chick who's one mortgage payment away from dreds and busking with a multi-colored baton.

Shall let you know how it all goes.

Thursday 10 November 2011

Scared *#@&%less

Good Morning -- Welcome to my first "realityjane" post.

First I answer some questions, my own (I'm needing a confidence boost and a little clarity):
Yes, I've written a book.
No, it's not self-published.
Yes, someone actually "invested" in me; he's called a publisher.
Yes, he's real and not a figment of my imagination (I have the physical, and very real, book to prove it).
Yes, I'm a complete book-writing novice (less so now that I've published my first book).
Yes, I love using parenthesis (significantly less so in my book, in case you find it annoying).
No, I'm not drunk.
Yes, I'm scared.

"Why?" you ask, "...why when the hard work is done, and I should be coasting on my deliciously popular laurels, am I scared?"

Let me tell you:
A) There's nothing delicious about my laurels, so lame analogy self, seriously. And popular? Hmm...
B) Scared doesn't begin to describe it.
C) Coast shmoast!

Yes, writing the actual book was very challenging. Actually writing it wasn't so bad (believe it or not), it was re-writing it, then re-writing it again, editing it (over and over and over and wrestling with forks to be used to poke my eyeballs out), then finding an agent (500 kiss-ass letters later), then breaking up with said agent, having a few babies, and finding another agent (this time only about 50 kiss-ass letters), then finding a publisher, then figuring out the contracts and finally giving up and saying "so you're going to print this? Like, with YOUR money? Fab, my work here is done." Then realizing my work isn't near done and here I am with what is actually a very good book (as far as chick-lit goes) and wondering how the hell do I turn this into my very own "Devil Wears Prada"! Like seriously, HOW DO I DO THAT?

The fact is I'm scared. I'm scared that I won't even sell 500 copies. I'm scared people will think it sucks. I'm scared that this little reality TV romp is a little too close to home. No, Jane is not me, but we have a lot in common and her experiences (though fictional!) are based on versions I've seen, heard, imagined, then tossed in the brain-spin-cycle for something deliciously (there's that word again, I'm hungry, it's 6 a.m.) embellished and fun to read. I'm scared of being vulnerable and people knowing too much. Sad as it may sound, reality TV (to date) has been a big part of my life, it's my career and where I've made a lot of my money, that has since become my home/clothes/stuff/vacations and played a big role in making the whole Shanni world (two kids and a hub) go around. That book is a glimpse inside my head and how I think. Now the world gets a glimpse at that proprietary information -- if they so choose to look/read -- and that freaks me out! I guess I'm really actually quite private. And I'm about to be judged, big-time. Ahhhhhhhhh!

I'm just feeling a little naked right now. Beyond the jitters, I have a big job to do and I'm not sure where to start. The media list I have (thanks to a generous friend) is positively enormous and daunting and how do I reach those crusty journalists? How do I convince them to care about my book, the launch, me? And do I really want them to? Do I want anyone to read this? Dammit, it's so good and private and crazy, maybe I don't! My publisher would kill me for saying that. Read it, no seriously, read it for godsakes.

Yikes!!! Yikes again!!! I'm scared. That's alls I can says...