Thursday, October 22, 2009

Interview with Paula Chase Hyman



Today we're chatting with the lovely Paula Chase Hyman, who I had the fortune to hang out with at KidLit Con '09 on Saturday. I've "met" her online on the Teenlit loop, and I'm happy to say that she's just as sweet and fun in person as she is on the 'net.

Paula writes the Del Rio Bay series for Kensington's Dafina imprint. Her most recent -- the 5th in the series -- is called FLIPPING THE SCRIPT. Her main character's boyfriend has gone off to Duke to play ball, and well, as a ginormous Duke fan, that's right up my alley! I've read some of the earlier books in the series, and can't wait to read this one!



Please give her a big Fictionistas welcome!

AB: Tell us something about yourself.

PCH: I’m thoroughly neurotic and a foodie. And if those two things seem to have nothing to do with one another, that’s sort of me in a nutshell – a little odd and always up for a good meal. The single most consistent thing about me is, I’m propelled by my moods and emotions, a lot. A few years ago, I realized it wasn’t that I was a moody person, but that I enjoy being inside my head. It’s how I create and where the stories come from and when I’m not allowed time to do that, I get really irritable. Yet, I’m still a really social person. It’s almost like there are two me’s. The friends who have stuck around the longest are the ones who deal with my two sides as if it’s perfectly normal.

AB: How did you get the inspiration for the Del Rio Bay series?

PCH: Six months prior to the story hitting me I’d been laid off from a nice, one might even say cushy PR job. I was on the early end of the tech bust layoffs. I’d taken the time off to freelance and it’s amazing when you’re given that first real chance to create freely. It was as if another whole side of my brain had been awakened. I think the story had been in my head all along, but, until then, it had been crammed under too many other things. One Saturday morning I woke up with Mina Mooney and her friends in my head. I knew all their names and their background and I started writing immediately. The concept of a co-ed clique wasn’t a stretch because my own high school clique had been like that.


Once the story came to me, I did a little research on the YA market. My daughter was only about eight, at the time, so she wasn’t quite at the YA stage yet. But I was saddened by the lack of diversity in YA books. It surprised me that the books were just as vanilla as they had been when I was a kid. I loved Sweet Valley High as a young reader and I kept scouring the shelves wondering where that type of book was with a more diverse cast. I didn’t find it. So I knew the book I was writing would fill a void.

AB: You're so right! OK, so when writing a series, did you plan the entire thing out ahead of time, or do you get ideas for each book as you go along?

PCH: Let me tell you, just reading the words “plan the entire thing out” gave me chills. And not the good kind. Outlining scares me to death. If you think I’m kidding, ask my agent about my attempt to do so, with a new series idea I had, last year.

No outlining for me. I’d written the first two books in the series back-to-back in 2003. Once my original two-book deal was expanded to five, I didn’t think too much about what the next book would be about until it was time to write it. I took one book at a time and focused totally on the characters – where they were, where I thought they’d organically go from that point in their lives. It was a great experience.

AB: What authors do you read?

PCH: I tend to read the authors I’ve met and befriended along the way, which feels legion when I walk into the bookstore. My most recent reads were Coe Booth’s Kendra and Neesha Meminger’s Shine, Coconut Moon. Sitting by my bed now are Suzanne Collins’ Catching Fire and Maggie Stiefveter’s Shiver. Waiting to snatch it up as soon as it’s out, is Varian Johnson’s Saving Maddie.

When it comes to adult fiction, I like horror, true crime and suspense. I’ll read pretty much anything by Stephen King and I used to feel the same about James Patterson, but I don’t enjoy his co-authored books as much and he seems to be doing those more, lately. The truth is I’m in the process of teaching myself how to read for pleasure, again. Slowly but surely I’m getting better at it but I get into these auto pilot modes where writing is my single focus. Reading a book both takes my attention away from it and makes me yearn to write. It’s weird. The yearning is good, but I don’t like having so many voices in my head at once and for me to truly enjoy a good book I’ve got to let those characters inside my head.

AB: Totally agree with you on that Varian Johnson book. I checked out the back cover of his ARC at KidLit and it looks great! I also agree with you about James Patterson. I was such a Patterson junkie with the early Alex Cross books, but it seems all he does these days are the co-authored books. OK, moving on. Who is your favorite character (from your own books or any other books out there)?

PCH: This may be a weird answer, but I really like Elphaba, the “witch,” from Gregory Maguire’s Wicked. Is that weird? That book…I’ve read it like half a dozen times since it came out years ago. In Elphaba, it’s the first time I’ve ever had a literary relationship with a character both as a child and an adult. I mean as a kid this character terrified me – at least the movie version of her in the Wizard of Oz. What kid did not have nightmares from her cackle? But then I read Wicked and was just like, wow. Her journey as this outcast kid to a college student to finally being labeled a “witch” gripped me. For me, she symbolizes how misunderstood people can be, even to those closest to them. We don’t always vocalize why we do the things we do to the people around us. We don’t always want to. And sometimes we’re frustrated that we should even have to and that character is an extreme example of what happens when you shield too much of yourself from people.

AB: OK, now it's time for some standard Fictionistas' interview questions that really don't have anything to do with anything, but we always ask them. What five things are always in your purse?

PCH: My purse is ridiculous. There’s a whole bunch of nothing in it. But five things that must always swim among the “nothing” is a tube of lip gloss, my wallet (I just got one of those flat kind and I love it!), a pen (I’m pen monogamous and never share!), my Starbucks card so I get 10% off every purchase (don’t ask why that’s not in the wallet) and an iPod charger. And here’s the thing, I don’t even carry my iPod. But for reasons unknown to man, the charger is always in my purse.

AB: Tell us about your pets, if any.

PCH: No pets in the Hyman household. I refuse. I know it’ll just be one more thing I’ve got to find time for. My girls want a dog and my husband was actually considering it. This from a man who is not really a pet lover. Yeah, that would turn out real well. However as a kid I always had a dog and I love dogs. I just don’t feel like having one more creature reliant upon me for food and attention and stuff.

AB: One item of makeup you can't live without.

PCH: Lip gloss!!!! I think I need to put some on now even though it’s bed time.

AB: LOL! Worst high school memory?

PCH: Ok, some people are going to hate me for this but I don’t have one. High School was the first Golden Age in my life, college the second. I’m sure there were bad times but the good must outweigh them because I can’t think of anything so profound it’s stuck with me.

AB: That's great! Tell us your best prom story, and you get bonus points if you let us post your prom picture. (Oh, come on, we had to ask!)

PCH: Geez, I’d have to find a prom picture for you to post it and good luck with that because I’m horrible at keeping up with pictures! I went to prom with my boyfriend (now husband), my best friend and her boyfriend. We built a good rapport with the limo driver. We called him Charlie Mack because at the time Will Smith (then The Fresh Prince) had a song about Charlie Mack “’cause he’s the first out the limo.” He was really cool and we’d started playing stupid practical jokes on him. Later that night, we asked him to take us to the Inner Harbor (in Baltimore) because the prom was at a hotel not too far away from it.

So as we’re sitting on Federal Hill overlooking the Harbor, each of us on our separate benches, talking and having a really cute, romantic moment and suddenly Charlie Mack comes running toward us. I’m talking, like the car’s on fire sprint-walk. Now keep in mind, this is Baltimore City. They’ve always had a slight er…crime issue. So my first thought is – damn, we better run too. But we stayed there and he runs up to us all out of breath and says to my boyfriend “Ay man…you have a quarter? I need to use the phone.” We just stared at him stunned for a few seconds then we all burst out laughing when we realized he was just messing with us, getting us back from teasing him all night. The morale of the story is, don’t mess with limo drivers because they have way too much time on their hands to think of ways to get you back. I recall that we did give him the quarter, too.

AB: Nice! If you could go back in time and talk to the teenage you, what would you tell her?

PCH: To savor every moment. It’s not that those were the only good times or even the best, in my life. But when you’re young you’re on a constant race to get to the next level, next step, next something. I wish I’d learned to savor and really live in the moment more, then.

AB: Good advice. So what are you working on next?

PCH: A standalone novel about a bi-racial sixteen year old who has a complicated love/hate relationship with her mom, complicated further by a secret she shares with her mom’s boyfriend. Initially, I wanted to focus on the mother-daughter relationship but as I write, it’s growing more into the story about how their relationship impacts the decisions the MC makes. I’m in crush mode with the story now, thinking about it all the time and disappointed I can’t spend more time in it. It’s my favorite phase of writing.



Thanks for taking the time to answer our questions, Paula!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Don't Judge a Book By Its...Author?

Do you care about how an author behaves, and does that weigh into whether or not you'll read and/or buy her books?

Would it turn you off an author to hear her making comments about disliking her cover or being upset with her publisher? What about defending misstatements made in a less-than-flattering book review? What about an author publicly blasting someone regarding a super-negative book review?

What about authors with big egos...does it bug you to hear about divas?

Basically, I wanna know--are you the kind of person who takes a book as-is and don't worry about what the author may be doing? Or if you hear of an author behaving badly, will you refuse to read and/or buy that person's books?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Family roadtrip

When my brother and I were kids, my parents were big on travel. They would routinely rent a driving camper, pack us into it and head across the country. Sometimes it was just us, sometimes we took a set of grandparents or another family, but it was always an adventure. We saw the Grand Canyon this way (twice, actually), camped in Disney's Fort Wilderness, drove through Death Valley - we saw all sorts of things and went all sorts of places. My dad was always willing to make a detour if the location seemed interesting enough.

In fact, I can remember him packing us up on random afternoons and taking us for a drive with the specific idea that we were out to "get lost". Maybe that's where my love for travel comes from?

What's your favorite childhood travel memory?

Monday, October 19, 2009

SSP time: Books, Blood and Bones!

I'm doing my very first multi-author book signing this Saturday! I promise lots of pics and I'm planning a super duper surprise for you guys, so stay tuned for a new contest coming soon.

Come to the Books-A-Million in North Little Rock, Arkansas on Saturday, October 24 @ 5:00 pm for a blood-curdling event!

Six YA Paranormal Authors
One book signing

Come dressed as your favorite creature of the night! There will be prizes, fun, and costumes galore!

Saturday, October 17, 2009

In Praise of Cupcakes

Tomorrow is National Chocolate Cupcake Day, not to be confused with National Cupcake Appreciation Day. I'm not making it up. And to be honest, though I find a lot of the "national whatever day" stuff to be silly, I am a huge fan of chocolate cupcakes.

I love cake... but cupcakes are so personal. You don't have to share; they're single-serving. You don't need a plate or fork. It's okay to be sloppy and get frosting on the end of your nose.

Here are my cupcake standards:

1. Frosting... lots. If there's no frosting involved we're really talking muffin, not cupcake, and that's practically health food.

2. No jimmies/sprinkles. I know they're festive, but they really inhibit full frosting appreciation. I find them gratuitous.

3. No "mini" cupcakes. This is facism and censorship at its worst. DO NOT regulate and corrupt the cupcake.

Those are my only rules, really. I actually like chocolate cupcakes with cream cheese frosting as much as chocolate or fudge or coconut... as long as there's frosting.

Discuss...

Friday, October 16, 2009

It's 2009--do you know where your bigots are?

Despite the fact that interracial marriage has been legal in all states since 1967, Keith Bardwell, a Louisiana justice of the peace refuses to issue marriage licenses to biracial couples.

Out of concern for their children.

What the eff? I say. Did I read that wrong?

According the Huffington Post article by Mary Foster, Mr. Bardwell doesn't believe he is a racist. After all, he lets black people use his bathroom.


Please tell me I read that wrong.

"There is a problem with both groups accepting a child from such a marriage," Bardwell said. "I think those children suffer and I won't help put them through it."

I think that maybe someone needs to sit down with Mr. Bardwell and explain to him that THE MOST POWERFUL MAN IN THE WORLD, you know--that guy we call Mr. President and recipient of the Nobel Peace Prize--has a white mother and a black father. Whether or not you agree with his politics--you can't say that he hasn't done well for himself. Apparently, there are at least a few people who have been able to "accept a child from such a marriage".

Mr. Bardwell, the best way to show your concern for the children is to stop encouraging bigotry. If we want to transcend racial inequality, we have to stop making race an issue.

Love is love. People are people. Skin is skin.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Whatcha reading?

I'm going to the KidLit Con 09 on Saturday, here in DC. It's a conference focused on the "kidlitosphere" (blogging about books for kids and teens), and should be pretty cool.

There will mostly be book review bloggers, but also some publishers and authors. I'm hoping to learn about a lot of new books I don't already know about.

But until then, I need some reading suggestions. So whatcha reading right now, or what have you read lately that you really liked?

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Would you rather...?

I love questions that make you choose one thing or another. LOL. I used to do this all the time in school with my friends. So I'm going to ask some Qs and make you guys tell me which one you'd rather do. Mwahahahahaaaaa...


1--would you rather be smart and ugly, or attractive and stupid?


2--would you rather be blind, or deaf?


3--would you rather be able to read minds, or take back anything you say?


4--would you rather get 1 wish granted today, or 2 wishes granted in 5 years?


5--would you rather be stranded on the north pole, or in the sahara desert?


6--would you rather be a dictator, or be a total doormat?


7--would you rather get one incredibly fabulous meal free today, or seven mediocre meals free for a week?


8--would you rather get amnesia about yourself, or about others?


9--would you rather always have to say what's on your mind, or never be able to speak again?


10--would you rather find your one true love, or one million bucks?


My answers will be in a comment. Feel free to explain as much or as little as you want. Thanks for playing!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Are brains really that tasty?

Lately when it comes to young adult fiction, zombies seem to be the new black.

I must admit, the appeal is lost on me. Yes, vampires are undead too, but they're the hot undead, unlike zombies who are well past their use by date. Plus, zombies eat brains. Brains vs blood. Hmm. Brains are still grosser.

So why are zombies taking over bookstores these days? What's the appeal? Do you like them? Have you read any zombie books?

Splain it to me!

Monday, October 12, 2009

the random that is mel

  • I don't like the sound of clipping toenails. It actually makes my stomach hurt.
  • I believe that going commando is not a choice, but a genetic trait.
  • I will cry if the right song comes on when I'm in the right mood.
  • I believe a good cry is good for the soul. If I haven't cried in a while, I'll watch P.S. I Love You. Works every time.
  • Laughter is a mandatory part of my daily life.
  • I read my horoscope every day and at the beginning of every month, I read my detailed horoscope at AstrologyZone.com.
  • I never buy electronics when mercury is in retrograde.
  • I used to drink a minimum of 8 diet sodas a day. I can't remember the last time I ordered one. I still drink coffee in the morning though...
  • My favorite flower is a daisy.
  • One of the best gifts I ever received was a stocking full of brand new $1 bills because I love the way new money smells.
  • Halloween is my favorite holiday. I dress up every year. This year, I'm going as She-Hulk. (yes, I will post pictures)

Hit me with some of your randomness...c'mon! I won't tell...

Saturday, October 10, 2009

A Few of My Favorite Things

October is my absolute favorite month... and autumn is my absolute favorite time of year. It isn't just the changing of the leaves, though that certainly ranks pretty high. It's also the crisper air, apple season, and the tension between summer ending and winter beginning. I feel revived, ready to slow down for winter, but also eager to make things and find ways to occupy myself. I write more in the cooler months.



Here are a few other things I simply love about October.



I have a great fondness for dirt roads. I love the way trees meet overhead. I love the way they seem to be moving off slowly to someplace lovely, and inviting you to come along. And I love them best of all with a crunchy dusting of leaves.



I also love pumpkins, even though I won't eat one. And I love-love-LOVE stone walls... the way they stagger along a tree-line on an old estate, or the way they seem to embrace a piece of land that has remained unmolested. I love the really, really old stone walls in New England. They melt back into the earth as if the land will tolerate divisions and markers as long as they are stone and lichen-caked. Ahmed went nuts decorating our stone bridge with pumpkins this year.



I love the leaves before they "peak," with green mixed with the colors... and when they are past "peak," and are scattered all on the ground, too. Peak is over-rated!



I'm nuts for bittersweet. When winter comes the cardinals, bluejays, and chickadees show up against the snow and sit on the bright branches, but in the fall the berries are waxy and fat, and they pop in late October. I like making wreaths and trimmings with the branches. The colors make me think of spices!



And here in my neck of the woods we have swans, who mate for life and stay in the same bogs, lakes, rivers to nest every year. They are gorgeous year round, but somehow the snowy white bodies drifting over pools with colored leaves that fall like confetti down under the water... they're stately and peaceful. Seeing them together always makes me smile.

What do you love about autumn where you are?

Friday, October 09, 2009

You know you're stretching for blog topics when...

1.What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Nutrisystem granola bar

2.Where was your blog profile picture taken? At my work desk

3.Can you play Guitar Hero? We have it…I’ve never tried it.

4.Name someone who made you laugh today? Wiley my puppy dog.

5.How late did you stay up last night and why? 1:30 am. I was reading for a “few minutes” before bed. Darn you Tessa Dare. (Dear FTC, If you are reading this, I purchased the book at Safeway and am not giving it to anyone when I’m done. Love, Gwen)

6.If you could move somewhere else, would you? I don’t know yet. Husband and I are planning on visiting EVERYWHERE so we can decide.

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks? *blush*

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you? I have a friend across the street.

9. Do you believe ex’s can be friends? In a weird, weird way.

10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper? I am a fan of both Dr. Pepper and Sgt. Pepper. In fact, I might have a pepper and listen to Strawberry Fields right now.

11. When was the last time you cried really hard? When my grandma died.

12. Who took your profile picture? me.

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of? Strangers who asked if I could take their picture.

14. Was yesterday better than today? I’m living in the moment, dude.

15. Can you live a day without TV? I could live for years without a tv.

16. Are you upset about anything? Not so much.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it? They are the only thing worth it. Whatever it is.

18. Are you a bad influence? I’m definitely an influence. It’s really going to depend on certain factors of your upbringing whether you consider me bad or not.

19. Night out or night in? I’m so a homebody.

20. What items could you not go without during the day? The World Wide Webs and caffeine.

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? A client from work needed something notarized. Also, it inspired an panic attack when I got out of there. Not a fan of the hospital.

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say? “Can I ask you a writer-y question?”

23. How do you feel about your life right now? We’re pretty good friends.

24. Do you hate anyone? No. Except maybe the Burger King King. I’d rather not discuss it though.

25. If we were to look in your facebook inbox, what would we find? Wait…there’s an inbox?

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass? That depends. Would there be pictures? I’d probably screw up the toxicology portion of the test, but I could maybe match the picture to the substance.

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before? If you consider “Dear Lord Gwen, you’re one hot mess” as perfect, then yes.

28. What song is stuck in your head? I’m so glad you asked!

Cryin' on the corner, waitin' in the rain
I swear I'll never, ever wait again
You gave me your word…but words for you are lies

Darlin' in my wildest dreams, I never thought I'd go
But it's time to let you know....oh...

I'm gonna harden my heart
I'm gonna swallow my tears
I'm gonna turn...and...leave you here.....

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be? It better be Jesus. Anyone else is getting junk punched.

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow? Apologize to whomever knocked on my window at 2:00 a.m.

32. Do you think too much or too little? I think the exact right amount.

33. Do you smile a lot? Smiling is my favorite.

Thursday, October 08, 2009

Some Legal Developments

Have you heard about the FTC's new rules/guidelines for bloggers?

On Monday, the Federal Trade Commission released a revised "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials." The new rules require bloggers who review products (anything from a book to a DVD to a baby crib) to disclose if they received the product for free when giving an endorsement.

So if you bought a book on Amazon, and then post a review, well, you didn't get it for free. But if a publisher or an author sends you an ARC, the FTC wants you to disclose this fact on your blog. According to the Washington Post, breaking the new guidelines could result in up to $11,000 in fines.

FTC Bureau of Consumer Protection spokesman Richard Cleland states that newspaper book reviewers are exempt, because it's the newspaper who receives the ARC, not the individual reviewer. He also stated that he saw no issue with a blogger receiving a book for free, as long as they didn't then link to a site to buy the book, and the blogger didn't keep the book after reviewing it.

Which, you know, leads to a slippery slope for those of us with friends in the publishing world. Here at Fictionistas, we don't actively seek ARCs to review. Frankly, we're all way too busy to read and report on books that we didn't ourselves choose to read. We're not a review site...we're a site that focuses loosely on YA fiction (in addition to other things), and though occasionally we will do reviews, it's generally because we read a book that we loved so incredibly much that we wanted to spread the word.

Usually that's a book that we ourselves bought (as authors, we know the importance of going into the bookstore and adding to the sales of a book), but what is an author friend sent me a copy of her book. I'm talking out of the goodness of her heart here, not because she wanted me to review it. And I read it, and loved it, and wanted to blog about it. Is Mr. Cleland saying that I would need to a) disclose that my friend sent it to me for free (please note that I do disclose whether an author is a friend of mine if I rave about her book, simply because I don't want to hide that, and also because I want to brag a little that I'm friends with this super cool person), and b) give away my copy once I've blogged on it, simply because I got it for free?

Seriously?

And how exactly are they ever going to enforce this potential $11,000 fine provision?

Anyway...I have friends who work for the FTC, so I'm going to ask them to clarify. And the new guidelines don't go into effect until Dec 1, so I'm sure they will be revised before then. So we shall wait and see how things shake out.

Also in legal/publishing news, yesterday the U.S. Supreme Court considered whether federal judges have the power to approve settlements in copyright fights. The case stems from a NY court's approval of an $18 million settlement of a class-action brought by writers who argued their work was improperly reproduced for electronic distribution.

Newest Justice Sonia Sotomayor was absent from the bench. She recused herself for undisclosed reasons, but probably because she heard a similar case brought by individual freelanders back in 1997 when she was a district court judge. She sided with the publishers, but the 2nd Circuit Court of Appeals reversed her decision on the basis that the trial court lacked jurisdiction over claims related to unregistered works. (The Supreme Court later upheld the appellate ruling, 7-2.)

In the current case, the district court approved the settlement, and the 2nd Circuit ruled that the lower court had no jurisdiction and should not have approved the deal. They cited a federal law limiting copyright lawsuits to those who have registered their works.

The US gov't argued in their amicus brief in the current case that the 2nd Circuit ruling should be vacated. Solicitor General Elena Kagan wrote "An industry-wide settlement is unquestionably in the publis interest because it recognizes freelance authors' copyright rights while ensuring the public availability of their works."

The Computer and Communications Industry Association and NetCoalition (which represent Google, Microsoft, eBay, Amazon, and other techy companies) field a brief arguing that the 2nd Circuit ruling should stand.

So we shall see...

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

Hell hath no fury...Mwahahaha

When it comes to relationships and breaking up, I've never had any that ended on a super-great note--I'm not friends with any of my exes. We don't hang out and talk about the good old days, or have a drink together. In fact, I usually completely break up, without any contact with them whatsoever. I erase the evidence of that person having been in my life, because it's the only way for me to move on.


In a way, I kind of regret this. I hear about people who remain friends with their exes and wonder, what could I have done differently to have made that happen for us? Maybe something. Maybe nothing. Who knows? And honestly, would I even have wanted that?


Though the bulk of my relationships didn't end in friendship, they weren't usually traumatic. We went our separate ways and moved on. However, I've had a few horrible breakups, ones that have left me crumbled and severely injured.


Now, anyone who knows me knows I'm not normally a vengeful person by nature. I believe the best revenge is letting go of the past, moving on, and having a happy life.


However, there may or may not have been a couple of instances where I felt sooooo wronged by the other person that I left my, um, "less mature" side take over. For example, I hypothetically could have burned one ex's really expensive shirt in the sink after we broke up. Or there was the possibility that I may have signed up another ex for some revolting XXX email newsletters.


Admittedly, if those incidents above had, um, happened, I wouldn't feel guilty about the first one, given the circumstances of the breakup. The second one, though, I kinda wish I hadn't done--it was super petty. But at least it wasn't harmful or destructive, right? LOL


So, how have your relationship breakups gone down--did they end positively? Did they just fizzle out? Did they end in a torrent of tears and bad feelings?


And when you've broken up, have you ever gotten revenge on an ex? If so, what did you do? Were you happy about what you did, or did you regret it?

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

Here kitty, kitty...

I like leopard print. If you've ever spent time around me in real life, that will come as no surprise to you. I own shoes, purses, jackets, tops, dresses, accessories...all in leopard print. I even own some things that are lined in leopard print. And then of course, there's my personal blog. And my profile photo. In my home I have a fun assortment of leopard print things scattered about. A throw rug, a bulletin board, a tissue box cover. I even carry a crystal covered leopard print pen in my purse. (To match my leopard print notebook, natch.)

Leopard has become a bit of my signature look, I guess, although I just wear it because it's fun and wild and suits me. It just makes me smile. People give me leopard printed things and say, "It made me think of you!"

What's your signature style? Do you love red? Mad for plaid?

Monday, October 05, 2009

what gwen said--and then some.

I'd like to add something to Gwen's post on this Roman Polanski mess. There are multitudes of celebrities who are using their status to support this grown man who drugged and raped a 13 year old child. And it sickens me that we admire them so much because they are the pretty Hollywood elite that some of us will actually agree that Polanski has 'suffered enough' for his crime.

And if he had been anyone other than a brilliant director, this would not even be a debate. If he had been your next door neighbor, or a teacher, or a politician...or ANYBODY ELSE these very same celebrities would be screaming at the top of their lungs saying what he did was despicable and to throw the book at the man who drugged and raped a 13 year old girl. Because no matter what you call it Whoopi...it is rape. She was 13. She said no. He drugged her and plied her with champagne. He admitted this in court. And then he ran away so that he wouldn't have to serve time. Those facts cannot be disputed, no matter how much you try to justify the actions of a brilliant director who was 43 and drugged his barely teenaged victim.

http://jezebel.com/5369395/

Watch the 2nd video to hear Whoopi call it 'not rape-rape' and trying to justify her opinion because of the legalese. Call it what you want, Ms. Goldberg. He drugged her, and inserted his penis into her while she said no. That is the very definition of rape, no matter how brilliant an artist he is.

Also, shame on you Melissa Gilbert, for trying to blame the mother. Sure it was bad judgment...and poor mothering at the very least, but the fact that mother was stupid does not color this situation gray. THE CHILD WAS 13 YEARS OLD! grrrrrr.

Oops, I digress.

I'd like to talk about REAL celebrities who deserve our admiration. People in our lives that contribute to the world in a meaningful and beautiful way. People who are often overlooked because they aren't in film, or one of the pretty people, or have money and power because they've made umpteen blockbuster movies.

Here's a list of people that I believe deserve to be listened to and deserve MY admiration:
  1. My 8th grade English teacher, Mrs. Wright who taught me how much fun creative writing can be
  2. My grandmother, Mema...because she was my grandma. :)
  3. My mother, for starting her career at 18 years old as a secretary at a bank and retired as the Vice President of Trust Operations. And just for being my mom.
  4. The civil servants who protect and serve us daily.
  5. All of our teachers (not just Mrs. Wright, though she was awesome) and supporting staff from the janitor to the lunch ladies, to the bus drivers who educate and watch after our children.
Who would you add to this list?

Saturday, October 03, 2009

Stuff And Nonsense

I have tip-toed onto the internet for fifteen minutes to pre-post this... only it' been almost an hour. I'm still going slow.

In spite of the fact that I spent most of this week under medication and not getting a darned thing done, I've learned a few things about myself.

1. Laughter-- I think I may have an addiction. I was told to avoid laughing til my muscles heal, and it has been very close to intolerable.

2. Letting go is very hard for me but there's one person I can trust that much.

3. I may be a fat lady, but I'm also hyper. Sitting still? Not so big a fan.

4. You really can force yourself to read.

5. Drugs only SEEM to send us on a trippy voyage of interesting creativity... when they wear off the stuff you created is absolutely unintelligable and worthless.

6. There is absolutely NOTHING ON EARTH that isn't made better by this video:

Friday, October 02, 2009

You know you are the worst advocate EVER when...

While I occasionally like to delve into Big Subjects on Fictionistas, I generally try and keep away from polarizing issues like politics and religion. So, in that regard, I'm not going to go deep into the Roman Polanski news this week. The subject matter is not appropriate for all of our younger readers and besides that, frankly it makes me sick. So, if you don't know the case, Google can help you out.

Instead, I'd like to tell all our readers, including the young ones, that if you say no and someone forces you to have sex, it is rape. There is no difference between "rape" and "rape-rape". There is no "there is rape and then there is rape" delineation.

If you say no, and someone forces you to have sex, it is rape.
If you are thirteen years old, you are not old enough to consent to intercourse. Therefore, it is sex without consent and you guessed it...rape.
If you are thirteen years old AND you say no, it is definitely rape-rape.

I have a HUGE problem with proclaimed Victim's Advocate Deborah Tate telling the world via Today Show interview that, "...there's rape and then there's rape...I am a victim's advocate and I know the difference."

I read the transcripts, I saw his guilty plea.. Where is the difference? What are we telling our nation's girls and boys? How is this advocacy?

So, while this is not the forum for political grandstanding, this is the forum to tell young women that it doesn't matter if you are forced by an famous adult with power and money or if you are forced by a family member or if you are forced by a stranger in an alley. It is rape and nobody has the right to do that to you. If you need help, there are real advocates who can assist you in dealing with the myriad of emotions and health issues you might encounter.

http://www.rapecrisis.com/

24hr. Hotline: 210.349.7273

And don't let anyone ever tell you your rights are less important than someone who hurts you.

Thursday, October 01, 2009

Big Changes

In Mel's post on Monday, she mentioned that she's considering taking an alternative career path and becoming a teacher. Good on ya, Mel! That's awesome!

I, too, am seriously contemplating a major career move. I'm not quite ready to speak the words aloud, because I don't want to jinx it, and also because I'm not quite sure exactly how it's going to work, or if it will, but I'm taking a huge leap of faith today in working towards it, so please wish me luck.

Anyway, have you ever taken a leap of faith and totally changed directions in your life? If so, did it work out the way you'd hoped?

Discuss!

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Man Capris and Leather Pants--yay, or nay?

I heard an interesting survey on the radio the other day--something like over 90% of women surveyed said they would not date a man who wore leather pants. The manpanion joked he was surprised it was that low, LOL.




(image courtesy of http://www.flikr.com/)


Yanno, I wonder if there's a survey somewhere about the trend of man capris...




(image courtesy of http://www.tofutakeout.com/)


Do you think the leather pants survey is dead-on, or do you disagree? Do you think man capris look hot on guys, or do you think they're creepy weird?

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

To finish or not to finish, that is the question

I'm talking about books, in case you're wondering. Because if I were talking about chocolate cake, finishing wouldn't even be a question.

What I want to know is, do you finish a book even if it's not holding your interest? Or if it's just an okay read? Do you keep going, hoping the story will take some amazing turn that will redeem everything else you've slogged through? Or do you stop, put the book aside and reach for something new?

I used to be a compulsive finisher, but now, not so much. I figure life's too short to read boring books, you know? And I'm struggling with this decision right now - I started reading a book that's the first in a very popular YA series and while it started out pretty good, it's quickly gotten very "meh" for me. I don't care about the characters, which to me, is a big downfall. Why should I keep reading about people I have no empathy for?

So what do you do? Finish or put it aside?

Monday, September 28, 2009

when I grow up...

Yeah, let's face it...that ain't never gonna happen.

But when I was younger chronologically, I always dreamed I would grow up to be one of two things:
  1. a soap opera actress
  2. a teacher

Weird, huh? Two completely different career paths...and both still not taken.

Sorta.

Writing for me is a lot like acting. I throw myself into the scenes as I write them. I pretend I'm a character in the book, I imagine what would happen if the scene was being directed, and I try to make the moment as visual as possible with as few words as possible. I am a dialogue girl, after all.

And then there's the teaching thing. I did work for 10 years in early childhood education...and I'm actually considering taking the alternative teaching route to become a middle school English teacher now. It's something I've always regretted not pursuing and a girl is never too old to add another career notch to her belt.

What about you guys? What do you want to be when you grow up? Or if you're chronologically an adult, did you follow your original career path?

Saturday, September 26, 2009

If A Tree Falls On This Blog...

I'm writing this even though I've already written it and am not actually here.

Ok, I'm here in the cosmic sense... just not online writing this... because I already wrote it. Err.

Previously. Sort of thingy.

Ok, let me back up...

This week I had to have my tires rotated and my oil changed... which is code for "medical crap." And because I knew I'd be down for the count I decided to pre-write two blog posts, save them, and use the delightful little "pre-post" option brought to you by Google, Blogger, and the letter Q. Cool, ennit?

So here I am blogging, even though I'm not. Technology, she is a wicked pistol!

But it got me thinking about why many people-- maybe even all people-- write. In a sense, on some level, don't we all hope to leave behind a part of ourselves on the page? Will Shakespeare ever really vanish? Seems unlikely. Whatever condition his mortal coil may be in, his words live on.



I wonder how long Google/blogger would leave a blog that was neglected sitting there, its archives speaking into the internet infinity? I wonder if I could pre-blog 5200 posts, predate them to post once a week, and live on for 100 years? I wonder if anyone would still read them?

Don't panic... I'm too lazy and nowhere near that disciplined. But it is an interesting notion. How many diaries are still making a difference, long after their authors have passed? Anne Frank comes to mind.

So anyway, I'm not here. But my words are. And I am still here-here... like HERE in the cosmic, walking-around here sense... well more laying around. Laying around and being a pain in the backside, most likely. Coughing. Watching sad movies. Demanding soup.

Blogging, even without actually blogging.

Man, that really IS cool! Even if nobody reads it. I blog, therefore I am. Someody's eventually gotta hit this thing accidentally, right?

Friday, September 25, 2009

Amazing Maize Maze


Rhonda's post this week about Autumn got me thinking about traditions. One of the fun things about this time of year are pumpkin patches and corn mazes (or maize mazes if you are British).

Our town has a corn maze--but the largest one in the world is in Dixon, CA. In 2007, the maze was an amazing 40 acres. This year--42.9! And how do they plan it? Two brothers and an excel sheet. It hurts my head to even think about it.
Here is an aerial view:


If you happen to live near Dixon, here is the website. I believe the maze opens today. For the rest of us--there is always the great pumpkin, right?

Does your town have any special patches or traditions?

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Everything Old is New Again

I loved the Sweet Valley High books when I was a preteen and young teen. Just devoured them.

I started out reading the Sweet Valley Twins books (a spin-off prequel series that featured the twins in middle school) and moved on to the hundreds of books telling Jessica and Elizabeth's tale in high school.

I really have no recollection of the TV series that began in 1994 and ran for 4 seasons, although a good friend of mine was an actress in that series. (I didn't know her at the time, of course.) But I was a senior in high school when that started, so I'd moved on. I was too cool for that. It wasn't even on my radar screen.

But you better believe that the movie is on my radar screen. According to Variety, "Juno" screenwriter Diablo Cody is penning a screenplay for a big screen adaptation of Francine Fascal's beloved '80s YA series.

I can't wait to see what she does with it!

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Happy 1st day of fall!

It's fall, my favorite season of the year. I love seeing the leaves turn brilliant colors. In Ohio, we have a lot of trees, so you can watch forests transform daily to golds, oranges, and reds on your drive to and from work.


Another thing I love about fall is the crispness in the air, that cooling off that means no more air conditioner is needed. You can turn on the heat if you want, or leave it off. You can start a fire and watch the wood crackle, enjoy the smoky scent as you sit around and talk with friends. You can wear long-sleeved shirts and not freeze or sweat to death.


I also luuuuurve Halloween! I love picking out a costume and helping my kids do theirs. And on Halloween night, it's a blast sitting on my front porch and handing out candy to adults, teens, kids, and little babies, all dressed in a wide variety of outfits. It's also fun going through the haunted forest located nearby--I admit, though, that I get freaked out. LOL


I love all things pumpkin--carving them, eating pumpkin pie or cookies, or trying a seasonal coffee drink with pumpkin flavoring. Yum!! I also love the food that comes out in fall, esp. Thanksgiving meals. I love going to the Johnny Appleseed festival and getting candied apples, running through the corn maze (and inevitably getting lost), and drinking cider.


Perhaps the biggest reason I love fall is that it seems like a fresh new start to me. I've been out of high school for *coughcough* years now, but whenever fall comes around, it feels like a new beginning to me. Even moreso than Jan 1 does. I use fall as my time to evaluate where my life is, what I want to change, and how I can get there.


And this fall will have special significance for me, because my novel Stupid Cupid will be coming out on Dec 22! Which I think is actually the LAST day of fall, but whatever. haha. Now that I'm here, I know the time will fly all too quickly, and my debut will be here before I know it.


What are your favorite things about fall?

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

What are you reading?

I got home from the Central Ohio Fiction Writer's conference on Sunday and one of the things I brought with me was a wicked head cold. Because of that, I'm wimping out on today's post and simply asking what you're reading.

I know. Lame. But it was that or a 15 page long Nyquil induced rant on how smoke detector batteries should never, ever need to be replaced due to excessive beeping while there is a sick person in the house and the only well person is 1000 miles away on a business trip.

See? You got off easy.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Dr. Horrible loves me.

Okay, maybe he only loves me in pretendland, but whatever. Knowing that he loves me--even in a world that doesn't exist--is enough to keep me happy.

I didn't watch the Emmy's last night, and after seeing Dr. Horrible's hi-jacking of the show, I'm really sad.

Have you seen his Sing-a-Long Blog? It's phenomenal. Totally worth watching. The main cast is Neil Patrick Harris (who loves me as much as his character Dr. Horrible does) and Nathan Fillion (who also loves me. They fight a bit too much over me, seriously.) Felicia Day (who wants to love me but just hasn't allowed herself to yet). Go...watch...enjoy.

But before you go see the full production, watch as Dr. Horrible hijacks last night's show. He did it because he loves me, you know...

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Fair Warning

I'm not a morning person. Funny thing is, I had an argument about this yesterday with an old friend who has known me nearly thirty years. "But you get up fine, so you really are technically a morning person, or at least sort of one," she insisted. And that's partly true. If I have to get up, I get up.

That's not being a morning person, though. That's being willing to play along and adapt.

Trust me, I'm NEVER happy about it.

I have two of the most pathologically-morning-person people in the universe in my life, btw. Both share a birthday, and yes I am working that out in therapy thankyouverrymuch. Both Ahmed and my father are up-at-the-crack-of-dawn people. What I've noticed, as I have observed the behavior and migratory patterns of the adult morning person from my secluded observation unit (bed), is that they get up when they wake up and hit the floor without any shuffling, belly scratching, or one-eyed-bleary-staggering. They just get up. Dad grew up on a farm... Ahmed grew up in a war zone (at least until he was 10).

The strange thing is that I, on the opposite end of the getting-up spectrum, am the same. No, really. When I get up it's a straight route to the bathroom, back to the bed to flip on the news, and immediate initiation of whatever I got up to do.

Here's where it veers into difference:

1. I'm absolutely never, ever, under any circumstances happy about it.
2. I will absolutely, never, ever, under any circumstances do it if I can avoid it.
3. I have absolutely, never, ever, under any circumstances ANY interest in engaging in conversation or anything else with you until I have had about half an hour to quietly adjust to "fine." I'm not fine. I can do what I need to do, be where I need to be, and refrain from killing, maiming, or otherwise laying down the funk... usually. But I need a half hour, minimum, to lock that in.

This is, I am sure, the root of the confusion. Roxanne, my friend from paragraph one, never sees me til after the buffer zone has been cleared. She sees me with my makeup on, hair either contained beneath a ball cap or flat-ironed and sprayed. She sees me with the latte half consumed, the shoe-laces tied, the cell-phone on. She sees me this way, and assumes I came out of the box this way.

I think the only way I can have successful relationships with the morning people of the world is by combining the perfect balance of adaptation and fair warning.

The adaptation part is my job. Sometimes I need to be up. You see... I know, morning people, your dirty little secret. Just as I can appear normal while still in the transition phase, you appear to be content to let others sleep. This is a lie.

Ah. Yes. And now we arrive at the fair warning segment of today's blogucation installment. Because you don't like it when others sleep in. You don't really have no problem cheerfully brushing your teeth while we doze in happy slumber. You don't really feel content puttering around in a quiet house while the night owls of the world remain buried beneath yummy, soft quilts in cool, dry rooms with the shades sighing in soft repose, draped gently over the windows.

The morning people of the world secretly believe that everyone should be one of them. They believe that if they make a tiny bit of "accidental" noise, linger by the bed giving off awakeness cooties, or simply mentally-project their birth defect long enough, we will all convert. So if they see a twitch, a roll, or hear a suspiciously lucid sigh, they go into a kind of heat-seeking-conversion mode. They wander over... hover... perhaps cough or sit on the edge of the bed in a suspiciously bouncy plop. Feign concern.

"You okay?" Not even close to a whisper.

Mmph.

"Oh, I thought you were up. Sorry." Liar. How do you live with the lie? It clings to you like skunk spray.

This is where the morning person must learn to respect the balance. This is the delicate border between peace and war. This is for freaking serious, people.

I can get up. If I need to get up, I will get up. If not, get BACK OVER THE LINE OF DEATH. This isn't "you left the toilet seat up." It's not "can't you put the cap back on the toothpaste?" It's not a tiff. It's the kind of throw down that will require a trip to Home Depot in its wake.

A spirit of true compromise and respect is essential in any good relationship, and this is the place to define and embrace it: the morning routine. Morning people dance along the edges in hopes of converting night owls. Night owls allow them to do this, restraining The Beast. It is a dance of graceful slides and furious swirls. It is both waltz and tarantella. Light as air... hard as stone.

This is the essence of our difference. The morning person is convinced he or she knows the way. They are up, ready, and feeling groovy. The night owl knows the way; he or she found, paved, and lit the path while the morning person was asleep. It was a pain in the backside, and now it's time to rest. Go forth, morning person, and do shiny and special things upon that path. We'll be along later.

No... seriously... stop standing there in the shadows, fighting the urge to cough. Get out.

They can't help it. Our peaceful slumber seems indulgent to them, just as our frenzied activity at 3 AM does. We find the notion of wasting the most quiet hours of the day sinful... and bang away on computers or scribble on sketch pads, or do whatever we do in blissful peace and quiet while they snore. How, they wonder, do we get anything done lazing away in bed all day? How, we wonder, can they get anything done with all that STUFF going on around them? And so, to allow life to continue as we know it, we dance. Spin, slide, twirl.

They linger and cough... we let them live.

Just. Don't. Push it.

Fair warning.

Friday, September 18, 2009

You're the one thing, I can't get enough of

This post will not really be enriching in any way. I've had a really strange week--most of it good. But it's been very roller-coastery on my emotions--so here is a recap.

First of all--I celebrated my 7th wedding anniversary to the wonderful Mr. Hayes. I can't begin to describe what a wonderful man my husband is. He's my best friend. Many of our readers are Way Too Young to be thinking about marriage--but when you do, please make sure you marry your best friend. Life is so much fun when you do. Even the trials.

I also made a decision regarding weight loss. You may remember the discussion we had regarding the lap band surgery. We've tabled that for now and I'm going to try NutriSystem for awhile. The surgery is not ruled out, but this is preferable.

The fabulous Jessica Sinsheimer from Sarah Jane Freymann Literary Agency extended an offer of representation. So, yay! I have an agent. And I am going to make her work really hard. She has no idea what she is in for. :)

And sadly, another important piece of my childhood said goodbye this week. I will admit to being unhealthily obsessed with Dirty Dancing my senior year. I'll even admit I was kind of pathetic. My big crushes were Johnny Castle and Patch from Days of Our Lives. Apparently, I had a thing for older men that year. But it was more about the bad boy with a heart of gold finding love with the good girl with longing for something forbidden. It's still a huge theme today (Edward Cullen, I'm looking at you).

And so I say goodbye to Patrick Swayze. And with my goodbye, I'll add a thank you. Thank you for the memories and thank you for not turning into a Hollywood nightmare. My crush on you was well justified as I watched the way you treated your wife even 34 years later.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

WTF? Domestic violence is a pre-existing condition?

I'm not going to delve into the national health care debate. I have some very strong viewpoints on that issue, and I'm sure you do, too, and they may not be the same view. I'll let the townhalls, talking heads, and tea parties tackle that.

No. This blog is not meant to be partisan or political. We don't want to create a firestorm. But from time to time, we do take up a cause.

The other night, Mr. Brice and I went to a reception in the gorgeous, newly-named Kennedy Caucus Room in the Senate. The main speaker was David Gergen, who, as always, was articulate and brilliant. Dana Bash and John King were in the audience, and also shared some extemporaneous thoughts. It was a really thought-provoking evening.

When I got home, I turned on MSNBC. The Rachel Maddow Show was on, and she was talking about an issue I'd never heard of before. I was shocked. It just turned my stomach, and I almost didn't believe it.

So like any good 21st century citizen, I Googled.

In DC and eight other states (Idaho, Mississippi, North Carolina, North Dakota, Oklahoma, South Carolina, South Dakota, and Wyoming), it is legal for an insurance company to deny a battered woman health insurance coverage. Their argument is that domestic violence a pre-existing condition. If you're a battered woman, you're more likely to end up in the emergency room, and thus you are deemed "high risk" because of your medical condition.

Like I said, I'm not going to jump into the health care debate and I'm sure as heck not going to debate the pre-existing condition issue. But WTF?

Maria Tchijov of the Service Employees International Union blog (http://www.seiu.org/2009/09/domestic-violence-victims-have-a-pre-existing-condition.php) put it plainly:
Words cannot describe the sheer inhumanity of this claim.

I don't consider this a political or partisan issue. This is a human issue. Way to make the victim a victim a seond time. First, she's abused at the hands of her partner. Then when she seeks medical treatment for her injuries, she's forced to pay for the treatment on her own.

Anyway, I'll let Joanne Bamberger, founder of the PunditMom political blog, and contributor to the Huffington Post take it from here. You can read her heartfelt and powerful words here: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/joanne-bamberger/just-being-alive-will-soo_b_287666.html

And to think, we celebrated the 15th anniversary of the Violence Against Women Act this week, too.

This whole issue just sickens me. Have we really lost our humanity?

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Five Things I've Learned While Revising

I'm neck-deep in revisions for my third book right now. So I figured I'd share a few honest thoughts I've learned while revising this book:


1--I still have room to grow. This one is crucial. I am still learning and developing as a writer, and I need to remember that. There are things I can do better in my books, scenes I can write better, characters I can portray better. A little humility goes a long way--if I think I've achieved the best I can be, then there's nowhere else for me to go, and I might as well hang up my writer's hat.


2--Focus is my friend. I had a hard time digging into these revisions at first because I felt overwhelmed by the sheer volume of what I need to do. But breaking it into bite-sized chunks made it easier. I sat down and compiled an ordered list of how I wanted to approach the revisions. Instead of looking at the manuscript as a whole, I only took one piece at a time. It seriously has helped so far.


3--Kill your darlings. I may have loved a scene I wrote and felt it was funny and perfect and brilliant. But if it doesn't belong, if it slows the pacing or detracts from the main narrative, I need to be ruthless and cut it. This is SUPER hard at times, but it's for the best of the story.


4--Characterization matters. One of the things I'm doing on this round is deepening character, especially the guy. As a reader, we need to feel like we know him. I didn't have enough of him in the story. And since this is a romance, it cheats the readers if they don't get a better sense of him.


5--Keep an open mind. It's hard getting a letter that spells out the flaws of your story. We all want to feel like our creative attempts are loved as-is. But the best approach is to not close yourself off to suggestions and to detach yourself as best as possible. Try viewing your story from an outsider's unbiased POV. I'm glad I listened to my editor's advice, because he pinpointed exactly what was wrong with this book. Now, I know the novel is going to be much stronger.


So, what about you? Are you going through anything challenging that's teaching you some life lessons? Share!

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

It's peanut butter jelly time!

According to the National Peanut Board the average kid eats 1,500 peanut butter and jelly sandwiches before they graduate high school. That's a lot of PB&J, my friend.

No one's exactly sure where the PB&J came from. Peanut butter wasn't invented until 1890. It then gained real popularity at the 1904 World's Fair and in the 1920s and 1930s, commercial brands of peanut butter like Peter Pan and Skippy hit the shelves. Around the same time, pre-sliced bread started showing up in American supermarkets. Still, there are no mentions of PB&J sandwiches before the 1940s.


Some historians believe the PB&J was invented by the American GI since both peanut butter and jelly were included in military rations during WWII. Wherever it came from, the classic combination of salty and sweet still finds its way into lunchboxes across the country.

What's not to love about a PB&J!

So I ask you: Smooth or creamy? Strawberry or grape? White or wheat? How did you eat your PB&J? Do you still eat them? Have any interesting combinations you love? Share!

Monday, September 14, 2009

the new season...of Chuck Bass

It's TV time again...and the new season starts tonight with Gossip Girl! Could I be any happier that the sexy-ugly and downright dirty Chuck Bass is returning to my life on Monday nights? No. I don't think I could.

There are other shows I'm looking forward to such as How I Met Your Mother, Castle, Big Bang Theory and Two and a Half Men...but none of them fill that self-indulgence quite like Gossip Girl. It's like television cake. It is beautiful to look at and even though it tastes a little bit like heaven, it only fills you up temporarily. About a half-hour later you need more. (Okay, for me, it's about 5 minutes later that I need more Chuck Bass)

What TV shows are you most looking forward to watching this season?

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Ripping Away the Mask

When I was in high school I went through a two year phase of absolutely Tammy-Fay level makeup abuse. At the time-- around 1980-1982-- our high school was divided between "jocks" and "freaks." Even if you were neither, you belonged to a sub-set of kids who aligned themselves more closely with one or the other. Jocks, Drama-Geeks (kids in the drama program), and Honor Dweebs dressed in preppie clothes, kept the look clean and wholesome. Freaks, Alterna-Geeks, and Punks went with lots of black, lots of hairspray and bizarre styles, leather, and metal. At the time I was unaware of how much the look identified me to others. I'm sure, now, that a lot of people assumed I was on drugs. They never would have assumed the same of the guy in the preppie Lacoste shirt... unless they stood close enough to him to get a whiff.

I never did drugs. I did wear WAAAYYYY too much eye-liner. I wore slashy jewelery and leather (or fake leather), and a lot of black and dark purple. Well, for the first couple of years, anyway. I had magenta hair at one point. The morning look required spiking it with a hair dryer directing the front almost completely vertical while I pointed the aerosol Aquanet into the wind stream. Basically my bangs were saluting.

I had three piercings in one ear and one in the other... I wore stainless steel safety pins in the holes. Feather earrings. Dog collars. Black nail polish. My friends called me Dusty or Olie, because that was cool. Later they called me Raven. Cuz I was COOL.

Teen punk witch. Yeah, baby.

One September night I was hanging out on the beach with my other misunderstood-so-whatever friends. The cops used to patrol the beaches on ATVs and in 4 Wheel Drive vehicles at the time. An officer stopped and came over to check on us. Were we drinking, smoking pot, doing things we shouldn't? He was friendly, but kids being kids... some of them got mouthy. I recognized the guy from the summer. Most of my time was morning to night on the beach from June to September... if it rained we went to my boyfriend, Timmy's place. He lived right on the best strip of beach and had an absentee mother.

Anyway, whenever I would see this same police officer during the summer I'd be in cut-offs and a tank-top, tanned and covered in salt from swimming, surfing, or goofing around on the beach. I always had my dog, a huge labrador who was always a beach hit, by my side. And I was polite and friendly to the cop. How he recognized me under all the makeup I'd started slathering on-- in the dark, no less-- is still a mystery.

There was a guy using the absolute filthiest language possible standing near me. He was, as teenaged boys will often be, trying to seem tough and cool by making sexual comments that were as dirty as he could dream up... and that was pretty dirty.

This cop... I realize now he was very young. He seemed old to me then, but he wasn't in his thirties yet. He pulled me away from the group, and I was terrified he thought I'd done something wrong. My only thought was "the cops are going to call my parents, and it won't matter if I wasn't doing anything." But he just wanted to talk to me.

I remember what he said like it was yesterday, and I will never forget it. He told me he remembered me from the summer and I was "a nice girl." Not that I seemed nice. Not that he'd had a good impression of me, but that I'd spoiled it. He said I "was a nice girl." He pointed at my face and said "that's quite a mask." And then he said:

"These guys are young and stupid, but I want you to know that you should never let a guy talk like that in front of you. If you let him talk like that in front of you he's going to think you don't mind. Make these guys show you respect. You deserve it."

Then he told us all to behave ourselves and left.

I didn't take his advice that night. In fact, I didn't take it for years. But I never forgot it, and I never forgot that a nice young cop thought I was a nice girl... and that I deserved respect. In my adult years his words would come back to me many, many times. And today, if you use lousy language in front of me-- or near others-- I will pointedly tell you to cut it out.

The "mask" has been off for ages. I stopped doing the black-slather thing not long after that incident, in fact. It got old.

But I was thinking about it just the other day. I still hang out with some of the same kids who were on the beach that night-- all in our 40's now, most with kids of our own. I was visiting my friend Roxy last week and looked down on that very spot, and thought of that cop. I never did get his name, though I would see him around now and then. He left the force maybe two years later. I can't help but wonder if he has any idea how much what he said meant to me, a drifty-sad kid who rarely got praise.

I wonder if he'd recognize me now, all these years later, with every layer of the mask stripped away.

It took me a while, sir... but I got there. Thank you for nudging me in the right direction. Your voice has come echoing through the years more times than I can count.

Friday, September 11, 2009

I know you were but what am I?











My daughter started her junior year of high school last week, so I thought it would be fun to do a little comparison between her junior year and mine.


Average income
1987: $24,350
2009: $40,523

A gallon of gas:
1987: .89
2009: 2.51

One dozen eggs
1987: .65
2009: 1.34

Biggest Hit Single
1987: La Bamba by Los Lobos
2009: (current) I Got a Feeling by Black Eyed Peas

Top Grossing Film
1987: Three Men and a Baby
2009: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

Top TV Show
1987: Bill Cosby Show
2009: True Blood


NYT Bestseller (paperback mass-market)
1987: Red Storm Rising by Tom Clancy
2009: 92 Pacific Boulevard by Debbie Macomber

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Up way too late

I made the mistake last night of saying "just one more page." Of course, that one page led to one more chapter, which led to one more chapter, which, before I knew it, I'd actually read the entire "Part 4" of the book I was reading.

Dude, I really needed to go to bed quasi-early, but Andrew Gross' "The Blue Zone" was just way too compelling. He definitely learned at the feet of his mentor James Patterson, because I couldn't put the book down!

Next thing I knew, it was past 1 am and I was just heading to bed.

Anyone else do that recently? What's the last book you stayed up way too late reading?

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Favorite books as a kid

I used to devour books when I was a kid--I loved reading many, many different kinds of stories--horror (esp. Christopher Pike and R.L. Stine), romance, historical, mystery, family drama, etc. I don't know if I can think of one book in particular that stood out as an all-time fav, but here are a few that are still very memorable for me:

Homecoming by Cynthia Voight. I distinctly remember this one because the kids are traveling by themselves to reach a relative after their mom abandons them. And they have to ration their money by living off bread and peanut butter. I was riveted!

Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls. I cried and cried and criiiiiied about those dogs. Seriously, I was a mess. That one scene stuck in my head for a long time.

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. I distinctly remember when I was reading this that I was drawn to Rochester. I couldn't help it--he was magnetic, and I loved and hated him for how he treated Jane. And I wanted poor Jane to finally get something good in her life. I loved all the crazy twists in the story!

Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank. I remember being horrified that this was a real person's story...it moved me to hear about the trials and struggles she went through, hiding from the Nazis.

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson. Another tear-jerker. I guess I was into those. But I was so caught up in the story, and the death totally floored me. I was NOT expecting it.

There are many, MANY more books I adored, of course, but right now I wanna hear from you. What were your favorite books when you were growing up?

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Where's My Hassenpfeffer?

Here's a little something to kick off your Tuesday with just the right amount of cute and cuddly.


Of course, you may prefer a cuddle of different variety. As for me, I'd have to try both! Would you go to one of these restaurants?

(10 points if you know what the title of this blog references.)

Monday, September 07, 2009

an overreaction of Presidential proportions

President Obama is scheduled to address the nation's schools on live television tomorrow and some school districts are refusing to air it.

And some parents are refusing to allow their kid to go to school.

Sigh.

Obama is not the first president to address the schools. Back in 1991 Bush, Sr. addressed the nation's schools and the nation thought this was a fabulous idea! Honestly, what better way to start off a lesson plan about our own national government than with a speech given by our nation's leader?

Parents are arguing that they don't want Obama using the address to "indoctrinate the children."

Can I just say, WTF?

Kids are exposed to differing political, religious, moral, educational, and social POVs every single day. They use their brain to discern what is right for THEM AS INDIVIDUALS and what isn't right and then they apply it. Sometimes kids make mistakes, they learn from those mistakes and they mature into (hopefully) wise adults.

So parents, trust that you have raised a child who has developed the ability to think for himself and decide right from wrong for himself. I can't imagine you're really raising a sheep that would be so easily 'indoctrinated' by one speech. No matter if you agree with Obama's politics or not, he's still our president and he deserves our respect. Trust me, I know...no matter how much I disagreed with Bush, Jr. (and it was often and a lot) I never once uttered the words, "He's not my president." Because guess what? he totally was.

Oh and FWIW, when Reagan addressed the schools my senior year, you know what I remember most about that speech? YAY! NO CLASSWORK! and I'm pretty sure I took a nap.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Saturday Re-Design

I'm running late and early at the same time today. Routine is something I avoided at all costs in my youth, but it's been a huge help to me in my middle years. I also think rejecting the traditional track of 9 to 5 made me a better writer and freer spirit. So it's a trade-off. These days I like having no job other than a few websites and graphics accounts and my writing. I can do a few things on the side if I want, or not. It allows me to embrace the creative spark when it hits.


Most Saturdays I've tried to post early. I know everybody in the blogosphere is DYING to get here first thing to read my ever-so-important opinions and observations.

Ok... you don't have to laugh THAT HARD.

Actually, it goes back to the routine thing. I love that my life is loose and easy to navigate most of the time simply because... it never really is. I have two little boys in my home three days a week (sometimes more). I have Max, Jeeves, the kittehs, Mo, and some guy with a funny accent. They are sort-of self-cleaning. But today Max had to get a last minute appointment at the groom. While sleeping late on Saturday would have been awesome, leaving Max to walk around with a smiley face drawn in sharpie marker on his side would not. (Did I mention the kids already?)

So my normal Saturday wasn't. Only it sort of was. I got up earlier, posted later, and dropped a grumpy pug at Doggie Stylin' down town. (I'm not making that up... that's his grooming salon's name.)

So life happens and plans change. One thing you can always count on? I'll never forget you! Bore you? Probably. Forget you? NEVER!

Friday, September 04, 2009

We didn't Beat It

Last weekend, the fabulous author Bria Quinlan and I went to Seattle. Somehow, while walking around downtown and Pike Place Market ALL DAY, we managed to miss a flash mob. How, I don't know.

But this is what we missed:



Do you have any famous "almosts"?

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Take a Look, It's in a Book...



Butterfly in the sky...
I can fly twice as high...
Take a look...
It's in a book...
Reading Rainbow!


Anyone else remember that show? For over 26 years, LeVar Burton hosted PBS' children's literacy show, Reading Rainbow.

I used to watch it religiously when I was little. I credit it -- and Sesame Street, of course -- as being instrumental in my love of reading.

In fact, I loved Reading Rainbow so much that I even auditioned to be in one of the on-air book report segments at the end of the show. I still remember my mom picking me up early from school to take the bus into The City (yes, it's capitalized, because I'm referring to NYC) for the audition.

Alas, I didn't get it. :( The first of many rejections for me in the publishing world, unfortunately. But it didn't make me love the show, or books, any less.

Reading Rainbow came to the end of its 26-year run last Friday, after winning mroe than two dozen Emmys. It was the third longest running children's show in PBS history. Only Sesame Street and Mister Rogers beat it out.

In explaining why the show ended, John Grant, who is in charge of content at Reading Rainbow's home station WNED, explained that there's been a shift in educational TV programming philosophy, starting with the Department of Education under the recent Bush administration (had to put that "recent" in there, because Reading Rainbow outlived both Bush Sr. and Jr.'s administrations).

The Department of Education wanted to see a heavier emphasis on the basic tools of reading, such as phonics or spelling. PBS, the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, and the Department of Education put significant funding towards programming that teaches kids how to read.

Reading Rainbow, on the other hand, taught kids why to read.

So I think it's sad to see a show focused on the sheer joy of reading end. My hope is that kids today will continue to learn the joy of books, and not just read because they have to.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Where do you live?

I'd love to hear a little bit about the demographic of the Fictionista readers. Where do you live, and what are some cool features about your city/region?


I live in Cleveland--we have some great recreational activities available here. I love the Cleveland Museum of Art, not to mention Severance Hall (where the Cleveland Orchestra performs). We also have a natural history museum, a science museum, a botanical garden, and much more.


Also, our metroparks are very pretty and abundantly available. They have great walking areas, playgrounds, and nice expanses of brilliant green grass to have picnics or play frisbee.


Cleveland has a ton of great restaurants, too--which I love, because I'm a total foodie. And, of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention The Rock-n-Roll Hall of Fame!!


Here are some photos I took of downtown Cleveland a few years ago--I love wandering around and taking pics:














Your turn--tell me what city/region you're in, and a few key features in your area that you enjoy! Well, hopefully you enjoy it, anyway. LOL

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Model, Incorporated and Carol Alt interview!

Please help me welcome back to the blog, super model Carol Alt! Carol was with us once before when her first novel, This Year's Model, came out last year and after I read Model, Incorporated, I wanted to speak to her again. This book is really different than any others I’ve read dealing with the topic of modeling. It’s a very intimate, realistic view that shows the good and bad, not just the glamorous.

KP: How was writing this second book, Model, Incorporated different from the first one?

CA: These two writing experiences were different in many ways. With the first book, we (Lynda Curnyn and I) were trying to find the voice and the style of book. I think we really found a good balance the first time. You have to understand, it’s very difficult to narrow down years of experiences into a streamlined narrative. With that first book, I felt like I’d written a lot – fifteen pages to answer one question. It was a very interesting process.

With the second book, Lynda wasn't available, so I worked with the ghost writer from the Gossip Girls series,Rumaan Alam . He has a vast experience in fashion industry and I didn’t have to explain as much. He understood the excitement and the nerves, and knew what it was like to be on a photo shoot so it was really a matter of telling stories and having them translated.

KP: How was the story different from the last book since you're giving us more of the modeling life experience?

CA: Model Incorporated sets up the story of where Mac came from, how she became who she is. She had huge decisions to make that weighed heavily on her, a scholarship to consider, the issue of where to live, of how seriously she should pursue modeling. It’s important to know where she came from and what kept her grounded.

KP: Why not write your memoirs? This book seems like such an intimate peek into your life.

I’ve been asked that question before and I always say I’m not through living yet! The idea of writing a memoir makes me feel like it’s over and done. And although I have a lot of advice to share and experience that young models can learn from, I worried that eighteen-year-olds wouldn’t listen to a forty-eight-year-old! This was a way to put all that advice into a character that’s relatable, so girls could get the idea of what’s important in the business. I felt like girls coming in had no one to look up to, to help them out. They come from faraway places, will do anything to help them get a job – a way wrong approach. I wanted to tell them be careful! Heed what your agent says; don’t do things outside the agency. I listened to my agent and I know doing that saved my life.

KP: Will there be a third book in this series?

CA: That’s really up to the publisher and up to how the book sells. I’d love to do another one. I certainly have plenty more stories to share!

KP: What last bit of advice can you leave us with for any girls out there who might be interested in modeling?

CA: Well, for any business, it’s really very important to conduct yourself in a manner appropriate to that business. Dress appropriately, be presentable. The first impression is the lasting impression. People decide right then if they like you and want to work with you. You never know when you’re going to meet the one person who’s going to change things.

KP: Thanks for being with us today. I hope everyone gets a copy of Model, Incorporated – it was a fast, fun, interesting read that I highly recommend. The peek into the world of modeling was riveting!