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Monthly Archives: March 2010
Jennifer W. is giving away a signed copy of My Invented Life, plus two writing journals. To win, just leave a comment at the TRT Book Club!
Someone (I forget who it was!) suggested making writing journals with my cover on them. I loved the idea, and went for it. My Invented Life is a good name for a writing journal, don’t you think?
So Bee is giving the first one away on her awesome Dreamcatcher’s Lair blog! All you have to do is leave a comment on her blog.
Are You a Successful Writer?
Any attempt to measure success may drive a mildly insane writer over the edge
1. Are you published?
2. Have I heard of your book?
3. Are you on the NY Times Bestseller’s list?
4. Has Oprah called?
If you answered no to any of the questions 1-4, you stay up nights contemplating your failure.
5. Is there a member of your family, critique group, or circle of friends that admires your writing?
6. Have ever you gotten fan mail? (Even letters/emails calling you Stephanie Meyers by mistake count.)
7. Is your book in a library? Has it ever been checked out?
If you answered yes to any of the above, you’ve experienced happiness. For at least a minute.
Part III – Bonus Question
8. Despite all the ups and downs, do you still love writing?
If the answer is yes, than you are both happy and a success!!
A few days ago, and totally out of the blue …
… the very talented Fausto sent me this!!!!
Besides being a videographer, Fausto is writing his own YA novel.
Now Fausto has a new fan. ME!!!
I never ever EVER thought I’d be asking myself–let alone a complete stranger–a question like this, but…what do you do when you’re not quite sure The One is The One, anymore? I’m crazy about my boyfriend, but there’s this other guy…he’s really nice and funny and I feel like I can be myself around him in a way I can’t always be with my boyfriend.
The only problem is, he’s dead. Not dead dead–he looks as living as the next person and way more living than any zombie I’ve ever seen–but he’s not. He’s Unsettled and could go back to his grave any minute.
And the only OTHER problem is that I love my boyfriend and don’t understand why I’m having more-than-friendly feelings for someone else!
And the only other OTHER problem is that I’m super busy dealing with black magic and the flesh-hungry variety of zombies and really don’t have time for all this love-related stress.
Can you help?
She Who Can Not Be Named
Dear She Who Can Not Be Named (“Dear She” didn’t sound right),
Your problems are out of the ordinary, too. Scary even! Can we trade?
Seriously, I could handle the black magic part. Dabbling in online ouija and the occasional voodoo-type revenge scenario comes naturally to me. But I draw the line at combating flesh hungry zombies. They always go for someone like me—the girl with a little meat on her bones.
Seriously, seriously, love is great and all. Still, I believe you’ll be happier with someone you can act yourself around. Did you know that a person can die from suppressing their true nature?
Not really. But you may develop several unattractive nervous mannerisms in the process. I’d take my chances with the half-dead guy.
Letter provided by Stacey Jay, the talented author of the hilarious UNDEAD MUCH? the second in her trIlogy that started with YOU ARE SO UNDEAD TO ME and ended with MY SO-CALLED DEATH. It has romance, it has gore, it has everything you could want in a YA horror/romance spoof. Check out her cool cover below!
Lots of my friends have parents who are divorced, which is awful, but I seem to have the opposite problem. My parents act like they’re in a perpetual state of puppy love and they have no concept of modesty when it comes to PDAs. They’ll kiss at the grocery store or nuzzle each other at the movies. My dad even groped my mom right at the dinner table. Can you believe that? Needless to say, I lost my appetite. Frankly, I’m surprised I didn’t yak all over the table. Now I’m not saying that parental PDAs are nearly as bad as your parents getting divorced, but it’s totally embarrassing nonetheless. And gross. So how should I deal with it?
Puking from Parental PDAs
Sure parental-PDAs are nowhere near a divorce-level catastrophe, but I don’t discriminate against little problems. Besides, almost losing your dinner all over the table constitutes a semi-emergency.
You could take a picture while they’re kissing. And threaten to post it on your blog. Sadly, they might actually like that.
Have you considered a spray bottle full of water? I’ve used one to train my cat not to jump up on the kitchen counter while I cook.
A shock collar might be a little extreme, though.
And there’s always talking. “Hey mom, hey dad. I understand you love each other, and I’m grateful for that, but could you please do that in your room? And close the door behind you.”
Unfortunately, we can’t choose our parents. Shakespeare said, Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
I hope you turn eighteen soon!
Letter courtesy of Kristin Walker, author of the hilarious and heartfelt YA novel, A MATCH MADE IN HIGH SCHOOL. I love, love, love this book!