Monday, August 29, 2011

Who's Going to YALLFest...

So I know you’ve heard of YALLFest, right? If you haven’t, it’s this seriously awesome YA book festival being held in Charleston, South Carolina on November 11th and 12th. So far, the lineup includes some of the most kick-butt YA authors around, for example:

Kami Garcia, Margaret Stohl, David Levithan, Melissa de la Cruz, Heather Brewer, Gayle Foreman, Kaleb Nation, Ellen Hopkins, Andrea Cremer, Beth Revis, Carrie Ryan, Sarah Rees Brennan, Isaac Marion, and…wait for it…

ME!!!!!

And the best part…there are more authors who are yet to be announced(!!!!). I know, right???

This is gonna be epic. Somewhere in the realm of ARE-YOU-FREAKING-KIDDING-ME epic!

You should totally be there. I know I will.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Do-Over Anyone???

Recently, Ivy (of Ivy Reads) asked me to do a guest post about my 21st birthday for her month-long 21st birthday extravaganza. Okay…yeah. Here’s the thing, my 21st birthday was seriously unremarkable.

I thought about just lying, because, hey, I’m a fiction writer, it’s what I do. But then I decided it would be better to be brutally honest. The problem is that my 21st birthday was so unforgettable, that even I don’t remember it! So my response was something like, “Can I just do a post about how I wish I’d celebrated my 21st birthday? Kind of a do-over post???”

And after putting myself back into my 21-year-old mind (a somewhat frightening place to go, actually), I came up with this:


My 21-Year-Old Do-Over

Okay, so my 21st birthday was lame. Super lame.

How do I remember? Well, that’s just it. I don’t. I’m sure I didn’t do anything…you know, other than popping a bowl of popcorn in my ginormous 1989 microwave and watching a VHS tape of Back to the Future while the clock struck midnig
ht without so much as a Woot Woot!

Yeah…I know.

So what would I have done differently, you ask? (Psst, pretend you just asked me.)


Just imagine it:


First, I’m totally decked out in my Madonna wear (head to toe). Okay, so yes, she’s recently changed up her look and now she’s all Blond Ambition, but I’m not buying into it just yet. I’m still the Like A Virgin Madonna
with my bangles and headbands and leggings. And lace. Oh My God, lots and lots of lace!

I. Look. AWESOME!


My girls (this is before they were called peeps) and I hop into my sweet 1987 Nissan Pulsar, the white one with the plush maroon interior, and head out to the club. We blast a little Straight Up by Paula Abdul. (She’s no Madonna, but she is #1 on the charts, so she’ll do.)


The line at the club is long, but since we look so fly, the bouncer lets us right in. Posers and skanks are SO hatin’ on us, but we totally don’t care.

Inside, we beeline straight to the bar and order our first real drinks. (Okay, our first legal drinks.) I try a martini.
Sure, it looks cool, but GRODY! I drink it anyway because I can’t afford to waste it. I only have ten bucks (I’m 21, what can I say?).

When we hear our song: Borderline, by who else? Madonna! We all squeal (cuz that’s what girls did…and still do!) and run to the dancefloor in a cluster. We look the part and dance the part. We ARE the part! For five short minutes, we are the closest to Madonna we will ever be.


By the end of the night, I’m sweaty, my feet hurt, my eyeliner is so smudged I look like a raccoon, and I’ve learned that my favorite drinks are Bartles & James wine coolers. (Okay, that last part I might have already known.)


Best 21st birthday do-over ever!!!


Man, even in my do-over I’m a dork…



So, what about you? What did you do for your 21st? (Or if you’re not 21 yet, what do you plan to do?)

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Childhood Flashbacks...

Do you ever wonder what happened to that weird girl who spent hours /days / weeks collecting and cataloging Star Wars trading cards and wishing she could incite interglactic war? (Or at least rock the double-bun?)


Or the girl who daydreamed of wearing one-piece, bellbottom jumpsuits and feathered hair, while brandishing a gun and big, shiny pearly whites…all while being a part of a covert, all female crime fighting trio?


Or the one who made na-na-na-na-na sounds when she ran in slow-motion to signify she was actually running at super-speed???


*guiltily raises hand* Well, here I am!

So was I cool? Maybe not as much as I’d hoped…but what little girl of the 70s didn’t want to be the kind of liberated woman who could give a smack down and still have all the “foxy” men drooling at her feet?


Plus, these ladies had the coolest hair. (Way cooler than that Dorothy Hamill chick!)

At least until the 80s came along, and Olivia Newton John taught me that disco roller skating was what all the cool kids were into…


So, who did you want to be, because I know I wasn’t alone???

And for all you teens out there who have no idea what I’m talking about, I have four words for you: Go. Ask. Your. Mom.

Friday, August 12, 2011

OOOH, Shiny....


I haven’t had the chance to share these yet, but I have some cool foreign covers for THE BODY FINDER (in order: Italian*, Brazilian, German, Polish, and UK)....























...and THE PLEDGE (from Spain):













For those of you in other magical and faraway places, if you happen to catch a glimpse of a cover I haven’t posted, feel free to email it to me…I LOVE seeing them!!!

Also, I try to keep my blog sidebar ( → ) updated with all the countries/languages where my books will be available…you know, in case you were wondering how that world domination map is coming along.


*Is it just me, or does the Italian version look sort of like The Pledge??? Also, FYI, translation: "A Collection of Things".

I love the foreign markets!