I know! It’s like I fell off the face of the earth, right?
But I’ve actually been right here, writing (and occasionally Tweeting. And Facebooking). It’s just so hard to tear myself away from my heroines’ worlds to tell you about my own because mine is so boring in comparison (uh . . . I got glasses?).
As you know if you’ve been following my Twitter feed, my cat Henrietta has been having some health concerns. Nothing life threatening . . . unless you call inexplicably pulling out her own fur and then spitting it across the room life threatening.
Which of course I do, because now there’s a bald spot across her butt that resembles the one on the back of Prince William’s head.
Not to mention the fact that every time I come into the room I find wads of fur on my pillow, like a gift from the Fur Fairy.
Sure, 2010 had its downsides: the horrible economy, the earthquake in Haiti, the BP oil spill, just to name a few. The weather certainly could have been better. And what was with all those bedbugs?
But in what other year has something touched all of us as deeply as the miraculous rescue of those Chileans from that collapsed mine; the announcement of the engagement of a prince who lost his mother in a tragic accident at such a tender age; and a man weeping openly and without shame at the sight of a beautiful double rainbow?
It’s that time of year again. The one where we cease all normal activity and are forced to sit at a dinner table with a bunch of people we probably don’t see that often (or sometimes even necessarily like all that much). In some households, we hold hands with these people, say a prayer, then go around the table and say what we’re thankful for.
Only we can’t tell the truth because Great Aunt Mignonette is sitting there, and it’s unlikely she’s going to share your appreciation for the continuous birth control pill that allows you to be period free, let alone Drake, former star of Degrassi turned rapper, or the fact that Jennifer Grey won Dancing With the Stars.
So I like to make a list of the things I’m REALLY thankful for in advance to get them out of my system before Great Aunt Mignonette* comes over, and that way, when it gets to be my turn at the table, I can say, “I’m just thankful we can all just be together once again.”
(*Ha, burn! I’m having a Great Aunt Mignonette-free Thanksgiving this year! And the truth is, most great aunts are pretty cool and appreciate the continuous birth control pill and Drake just as much as we do. But I’m going to put my list here anyway, so when I’ve had way too many mimosas while watching the Thanksgiving Day parade, and can’t remember what I’m grateful for when someone asks, I’ll have something to refer to.) … Continue reading
While I was on vacation last week (it turned out to be super nice, by the way) I had a lot of time to think about all this bullying going on.
And I started wishing someone would do a poll to find out how many authors were bullied as kids. I bet the number would be really high.
Because a lot of us write about it. Almost every book in the Allie Finkle series is about bullying or being bullied. The Princess Diaries series, too. Some people think girls don’t bully, but as this article in last week’s Sunday Times showed, they most certainly do. Even cats can be bullies! … Continue reading
If I’ve seemed distant lately, I honestly do have a good reason. And it’s not because I’ve been on some glamorous book tour for Allie Finkle’s latest adventure, which is, believe it or not, in stores now.
Now you have a chance to bid on an exclusive sneak peek (and autographed) copy of my new book for adult readers, Insatiable (my first paranormal for adults, not due in stores until June 8), AND do some good for the flooded city of Nashville!
I’m posting this as I jet across the country toward LA, tens of thousands of feet in the air, thanks to my Go Go in-flight Wi Fi service, which better work because I paid $12.95 for it, and my in-seat TV is broken, which is typical of my day so far, since I woke at six AM to catch what I thought was a ten AM flight only to find myself covered in feathers.
Except the reason for this was not because a vampire had ravished me in the night and had to bite a pillow to keep from devouring me, but because my husband’s cat had apparently spent the early morning hours engaged in unnatural activities with a small bird. … Continue reading