Sunday, July 12, 2015

What's Your Opinion? A Pink Wig or a Pink Dye Job?

A week from today, Calvin and I will be on the Amtrak bound for NYC for some sightseeing before the RWA Convention begins. I've never been to NYC. Calvin was, many years ago, when his son won a scholarship through Athletes With Asthma. He, his wife at the time and their son were treated to a weekend of ceremony, tours in limos and meals at pricy restaurants. Since Calvin is paying this time, it'll be hot dogs from the street vendors and bottled water. Okay, maybe not. But it will be taxis and shoe leather instead of limos.

We're staying at the same hotel where the convention is being held. I don't think Calvin has any idea how many women will be there. But my editor is taking us to lunch, we're going to the Random House building for brunch with Loveswept's team where they will tell us plans for the future. My editor has asked Calvin to come along. On a different day we're both going back to RH for dinner and projected goals. The next day is a cocktail hour for two hours. The rest of the time, Cal will be on his own in a café, drinking coffee and reading his iPad, while I walk around gaping at all the big names in the romance writing world.

I've made the travel plans, written lists and suddenly an idea popped into my mind. Which we all know can be a dangerous thing. I've been writing a contemporary paranormal series, with bear shifters, for Random House Loveswept. The most beloved character in these books is Effie--a grandmother, a rascal, a survival of Woodstock, pink-haired and known to say most anything. Here's how she steps on stage on the first page of book one of the series--A HIGHLANDER'S OBSESSION:

Paisley Munro tried not to gawk at the two broad-shouldered men in kilts as she hefted her suitcase off the luggage carousel in the Inverness Airport, located northeast of the city referred to as the capitol of the Scottish Highlands. Her grandmother, on the other hand, was all eyes.

“Before we leave this country, I’m finding out what they wear under those kilts, even if I have to hike one up and take a gander myself.” Her grandmother patted her curls. She’d dyed her hair dark red for the trip. Unfortunately, the inability of her white hair to absorb the dye’s full effect resulted in a halo of pink curls. The combination of her tresses and her pink pantsuit made her look like the Pink Panther with wrinkles, just as skinny and wiry but without the tail.

“Behave yourself, Gram.” Paisley tugged her grandmother’s luggage off the slowly moving belt that squeaked with every couple inches gained. No use telling the free spirit to act her age. At seventy-four, why should she start now? “Our ride ought to be here somewhere.”

Paisley glanced around for Fiona Matheson, who should be holding a sign for Matheson Lodge. Fiona had promised in her reservation confirmation e-mail she’d meet them.  

Gram elbowed her. “Good grief, they’re coming toward us. Look at those broad shoulders and hairy legs. I’m not drooling, am I?” She pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her chest. She lowered her chin to talk to her breasts. “Look perky, girls. Sexy hunks at two o’clock.”

My big idea? I could make a bit of an impression, especially when Loveswept does it's private event with paper books made from our ebooks. I'd be Effie!!! Granted, a heavier Effie, but I could imitate her attitude about life in a more bodacious way. A pink haired wig. I'd wear clothes with pink in them AND I'd wear pink pelican baffies (what we Americans call bedroom slippers). I'm making those myself. I ordered this pink wig online that came in almost a blinding fluorescent pink color. A friend suggested going to a beauty supply shop and getting pink dye. Me? Dye my hair pink? Attend the entire RWA event with pink hair? I mean, people will go home and ask themselves or their friends, "Who was that goofy writer with the pink hair? The one who wore feathered boas that molted all over the place."

So, what should I do? Wear the hot blinding pink wig in July? Or dye my hair and blend in with all the younger kids when I'm sixty-seven? When does a marketing ploy make us look simply ridiculous?

10 comments:

Margo Hoornstra said...

Whatever you choose, Vonnie, I'm SURE you can pull it off! Hilarious. Have a great, great time.

Jannine Gallant said...

Vonnie, you're waaaay braver than me. I'd go with the wig so I could ditch it if I wanted to look more professional at any point. But, I love the whole idea. You'll definitely create a stir. Go you! Have a wonderful time in New York!

Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Author said...

Margo, I'm looking forward to meeting so many authors. I'll have to carry a drool towel.

Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Author said...

I told my editor and she laughed so hard. She accused me of being as crazy as parts of my books. I think she gave me this wounded warrior series to calm me down, to make me go deeper with emotion. HA! She hasn't met the townspeople yet.

Alison Henderson said...

I haven't been to RWA nationals since the last convention in NY four years ago, but I SO wish I were going this year - if for no other reason than to see you in pink hair! I'm not as bold as you, so I'd definitely go with the wig. Have a fabulous time!!

Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Author said...

Alison, I don't know if it's being bold or wanting to stand out a little among the stars. "See the comet, burning bright with her hair colored just right?" Wait...I don't think that's how it goes.

lindalou said...

Whichever way to elect to go, you're going to look amazing! IF it were me, I'd go with the wig... but don't let my opinion influence what you want to do!

Vonnie Davis ~ Romance Author said...

Yeah, I'm kinda leaning to the wig too. I mean, what if I can't get my regular color dyed back in??? Now, that would be my luck. It truly would.

Rolynn Anderson said...

Honey, I say have the salon person cut a swag of pink in your hair to show what you're really about...then wear the pink wig at an appropriate time to shock (in a good way) your specific audience. My fav. barista at Starbucks put a pink swag in her hair...it was quite elegant...and that's what you are, my friend! Brilliant, elegant and a little bit wild!

Diane Burton said...

Vonnie, you are so brave. People will definitely remember you...and isn't that the point? Name recognition and remembrance. Have fun!