Friday, October 30, 2009

It's Like A Clip Show...

You know when TV shows get too lazy to put together something new so they piece together old episodes into a clip show? Yeah, well, this is kind of like that...

I've gone back...way, WAY back...digging into the archives to put together a list of some of my favorite posts about my family. Most of these posts were from before before I could officially announce my book deal, so all I had to talk about were my husband and kids. Thankfully, they provide plenty of comic material:

1) TOO FUNNY NOT TO SHARE...(not for those with a weak stomach): My daughter's attempt to humiliate me into seeing things *her* way!

2) Comb-Over, Depends, and Other Cool Grown-Up Things: Yet another gem by my daughter, in which she reminds me I'm no spring chicken anymore.

3) Out Of The Mouths Of Teens: I realize my son is seriously lacking some real-world skills.

4) Mr. Fix-It: Husbands try, don't they???

5) Overheard At My House: In which we all pretty much take one for the team.

6) FAKING IT: This time it's just me...and the joys of motherhood.

This post may be my "Jumping the Shark" moment, but frankly, I'm in re-run mode right now. Besides, I kinda liked my little trip down memory lane...

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

The Coolest Pumpkin On The Block!

Yet another reason I have the sweetest husband ever:

He carved this for me and even got a blister on his finger (which, of course, he totally had to show me). Unfortunately, he has the least sympathetic wife ever, so all together now: “Aww, poor baby!”

But seriously, honey, thanks for the kick-ass pumpkin!

Monday, October 26, 2009

Meet LK Madigan, Author of FLASH BURNOUT...

First of all, I had the amazing opportunity to meet LK Madigan this summer at the SCBWI in LA, and let me just say: She. Was. Awesome! So much so that even if I didn’t think her book sounded amazing (which it does), and even if I didn’t think you should read it (which I totally do!), I would *still* post this interview!

Her debut novel, FLASH BURNOUT, is about fifteen-year-old Blake, who has a girlfriend and a friend who's a girl. One of them loves him, the other one needs him.

When he snapped a picture of a street person for his photography homework, Blake never dreamed that the woman in the photo was his friend Marissa's long-lost meth addicted mom.

In a tangle of life, death, and love, Blake will emerge with a more sharply defined snapshot of loyalty.

Okay, LK, here we go:

1) Would you rather be the Bestselling Rockstar Author or an Acclaimed Literary Award Winner?

Dang, I know that everyone wants to answer this, “Literary Award Winning Bestseller,” and I’m no different … but if pressed, I would choose LITERARY!

2) Make people laugh, cry, or hide under the covers?

Laugh, then cry, then laugh again.

3) Retire early or just keep writing from your beach house(s)?

I don’t think I can stop, so I guess I’ll keep writing forever.

4) FaceBook or MySpace?


5) After a period, one space or two?

It was hard to give up that second space, but I managed, eventually. ONE!

And your bonus question: What ONE WORD of advice would give to any aspiring writer?


Plus, check out her BIO:

L.K. Madigan is a writer living in Portland, Oregon, who finds it odd to speak in the third person. Therefore:

Hi. I am married with one son, two big black dogs, hundreds of books, and a couple of beaters, I mean vintage cars.

For more about LK and her book, check out her website at!

Sunday, October 25, 2009


In honor of my husband's birthday, I've put together a TOP FIVE LIST of why he's the best husband ever:

1) After 17 years together he still puts up with me. No small feat, trust me.

2) He cracks me the hell up! Everyday. And all the time. He’s the reason I tell my kids they need to look for more than just the “butterflies” (which definitely have their place!), but that they need to be with their best friend. Best friends last forever.

3) Besides being a great husband, he’s an amazing father. He’s the dad who coached Little League and basketball, and played peek-a-boo for hours, and who the kids go to first when they want a “yes” because he’s a total softie. (P.S. for the record, that makes me the hard-ass!)

4) The little things: Carrying my groceries in when it’s raining and warming up my car when it’s cold out. Little love notes in my purse, my luggage, my inbox. Doing the dishes after dinner every night.

5) The big things: He’s the one who told me to “go for it,” helping the kids with their homework and getting them ready for bed so I could write. When I couldn’t convince myself to spend the money to go to LA for the BEA to pitch to agents, he was the one who encouraged me, pushing me until I finally booked the trip. (The one where I met my agent.) He’s my biggest fan, and he’s always believed in me.

Happy Birthday, Josh. Don’t worry, I won’t get all sappy on you again…next year, it’ll be a full-on Roast! You’re welcome.

Friday, October 23, 2009


Last weekend, my husband and I went in search of the perfect chair for my office. Not the desk kind that swivels and has the up and down lever, but the other kind…the one that sits in the corner, that you snuggle down into with a blanket so you can read on a cold winter day. It’s plush and it has cushions. It has a matching ottoman and needs its own end table that you can set your laptop and your cup of tea on. You know, that chair.

We scoured the furniture store in search of the perfect one. I tried them all out—in both reading and laptop positions—testing to see which would be the most comfortable. I eyeballed them to see which was the prettiest.

And then we passed it, and my husband said, “Just try it.”

“No way!”

“C’mon. What’ll it hurt to just sit in it?”

I shook my head, staring at it. I would never be that person.

“Just do it,” he practically dared.

I sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” I rolled my eyes and sat down.

And then I pulled the lever, and my feet were propped up at the perfect height, my shoulders supported to exactly the right degree. I glared at my husband. “I hate you.”

I jumped up, refusing to acknowledge that it was, indeed, the perfect chair: The recliner.

It couldn’t be. Recliners are for old people. They’re for lazy people. For unshaven men with beer bellies who scream at their TVs on Sunday.

They aren’t for writers who need back support while they balance their laptops on their knees. Right???

I tried—and re-tried—every single “real” chair in the store, before finally admitting the truth. I had already found the perfect chair.

I grudgingly paid for my chair, refusing to call it what it really was, and forcing my husband to call it a “reading chair” instead. But we all know the truth: I am now a recliner girl.

I have turned 90. I will grow a pot belly and learn to scream obscenities at televised sports. I may even buy a mini-fridge instead of an end table so I no longer have to make that long trek downstairs for…what goes in a mini-fridge anyway? Beer? ‘Lil smokies? Cheese in a can?

But you know what? My back has never felt so supported and my shoulders are loving me!

Besides, it’s not a recliner. It’s a reading chair.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

An Interview With Pam Bachorz (in which I try to hypnotize you!)

Meet Pam Bachorz: Novelist, 2009 Deb, and resident creepster (and I mean that in the nicest possible way...I love to be creeped out!).

*everyone at once* “Hello, Pam.”

Pam Bachorz grew up in a small town in the Adirondack foothills, where she participated in every possible performance group and assiduously avoided any threat of athletic activity. Pam attended college in Boston and finally decided she was finished after earning four degrees. Her mother is not happy that Pam’s degrees are stored under her bed.

Pam lives just outside Washington, DC with her husband and their son. She likes to read books not aimed at her age group, go to museums and theater performances, and watch far too much television. She even goes jogging. Reluctantly.

As far as she knows, Pam has never been brainwashed. Or maybe that’s just what she’s supposed to say.

And her debut novel CANDOR, seriously, this just sounds amazing:

Oscar Banks has everything under control. In a town where his father brainwashes everyone, he’s found a way to secretly fight the subliminal Messages. He’s got them all fooled: Oscar’s the top student and the best-behaved teen in town. Nobody knows he’s made his own Messages to deprogram his brain. But then Nia Silva moves to Candor, and Oscar falls in love. He must choose whether to let Nia be lost to brainwashing—or to sacrifice himself.

Okay, are you ready, Pam?

1) Would you rather be the Bestselling Rockstar Author or an Acclaimed Literary Award Winner?

I refuse to pick! What I want is to be a storyteller who grabs their audience and doesn't let go until the end.

2) Make people laugh, cry, or hide under the covers?

Hide under the covers, for sure. If my story can break through into the reader's world and make the hair on the back of their neck stand up, job done.

3) Retire early or just keep writing from your beach house(s)?

I expect to be writing until the day I die!

4) FaceBook or MySpace?

I am a FaceBook addict but I don't inhabit MySpace as much, even though I've got an account there. I play a game of WordTwist on FB before settling in to write, every day.

5) After a period, one space or two?

My college journalism training insists on one space. And while we're at it, can we discuss the misspelling of its and it's? Um, hello, anywhere still there? Drat, they always disappear when I start ranting about grammar...

And your bonus question: What ONE WORD of advice would give to any aspiring writer?


Now, for the Grand Finale:

*waves watch in front of your faces* You are getting sleepy...

Repeat after me: I will buy CANDOR…I will buy CANDOR…I will buy CANDOR...

(I know, I know. But just because I'm lame, don't hold it against her!)

To find out more about Pam and her books, check out her website at

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Some Kind Of Normal

My friend Heidi Willis just posted her brand new book trailer, and I just had to share because it's...FABULOUS!

Her debut novel will be released later this year by NorLights Press, and it's definitely on my watch list. (It really looks amazing!!!)

Check it out:

All that stands between her daughter’s life and death is a tenth grade education, a zealous group of Baptist ladies, and 1.8 million Google hits.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

My Very First Vlog (Or: Why I shouldn't Be Allowed In Front Of A Camera)...

In honor of Vania's Birthday, I hosted a virtual birthday party for can catch all the action here!

I absolutely stand by my statement on the guest post: I AM A DORK! I'm cool with that.

Oh, and Vania, Connor was a little bent that you didn't "thank" him too. HAHA!!!

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Cutting The Cord With Your Manuscript...

The day I sent in my first round of revisions on Desires of the Dead, I received a UPS package on my doorstep…Second Pass Page Proofs for The Body Finder had arrived. Basically, these were my very, VERY last chance to find any errors that have been missed by the numerous editors or typesetters along the way.

I am happy to announce that after a week of pouring over the pages, line-by-freaking-line, I. Am. Finished! They are probably being delivered to HarperCollins as we speak! HUZZAH!

What I will say is that no matter how many times I look at that text, no matter how many times I’ve revised, edited, and proofed those words, I can always find something else to tweak, something I want to change, or delete, or just rip apart and start over again. It’s disheartening. When is enough enough? As a writer, can you ever say “it’s perfect” and just walk away?

Or will I be reading my own (secretly revised) version at bookstores while readers scan the pages of the books they’ve purchased and complain “that’s not what mine says”???

Friday, October 2, 2009


First Novels Club is holding a contest for copies of THE BODY FINDER and DEADLY LITTLE LIES.

Here’s what they say:

In honor of one of our favorite months and holidays, Halloween, the FNC has decided to hold a contest and give away not one, but TWO exciting arcs. And because it's Halloween, we wanted these arcs to be scary. Really scary.

But there is a problem.

Vampires are now sparkly. Therefore not scary.

Werewolves are now sexy. Therefore not scary.

Zombies are now prom dates. Therefore not scary.

And with half of the YA literary sphere dating creatures of the night, well, we were running out of things to really scare us. But then we realized the two things that will always, always scare the crap out of us!




Aren’t they awesome???

To enter, head on over to their site and tell them what scares you . . . but do it before October 31st!!!