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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Two very exciting things:

Yesterday, I got an email from my editor at Simon Pulse and Deb Caletti, author of the amazing novels The Queen of Everything, Honey, Baby, Sweetheart, and Wild Roses (as well as the forthcoming The Nature of Jade)--has given bloom a blurb! I am so flattered and thrilled by this that it doesn't even seem real. I even woke up last night and thought I'd dreamed the whole thing. Then I remembered it was real (it's real!!) and woke my husband up to tell him how happy I was (for the 485th million time) and because he's such a great guy, he said, "I know, it's fantastic," like he did all the other times I've told him.

Deb Caletti! Blurbed my book! YAY!

Also! I am going on vacation. Perhaps this does not sound so exciting to you, but I have not been on a real vacation since 1999. I suppose that now I should talk about all the exciting things I have planned but the truth is my idea of vacation is lying around reading books, and that's pretty much what I plan on doing.

Interesting links:

Justine Musk's excellent blog entries on "Hunting for an Agent" -- Part One and Part Two

Bennett Madison's adventures as a psychic. (He worked for Miss Cleo!)

Monday, September 25, 2006

I don't know what the state motto for Pennsylvania is, but it should be "We can fool ANY map!"

This weekend my family had a birthday party for my grandmother, who turned 100 recently and--as you can probably guess--the party was held in Pennsylvania, where some of my relatives lives. My husband and I looked up where we were supposed to go on Google and then, just to be sure, checked on a map as well.

Then we got to Pennsylvania. And here's how we found our hotel: luck.

The conversation leading up to this event:

Husband: How could we be on the right road one minute and then on some other road I've never heard of the next?
Me: I don't know! Maybe we made a wrong turn?
H: We haven't turned! At least I don't think so.
Me: (drooling as we pass by a bookstore)
H: What?
Me: sweet, sweet books...wait, what? Um, maybe if we drive long enough, the road name will change back.
H: Did you just see a bookstore? Okay, wait, the road name just changed again.
Me: Right name?
H: What do you think? Oh--hey,is that a sign for our hotel?
Me: YES! You're a genius!
H: Is that your way of saying you want to go back to that bookstore?
Me: You really ARE a genius!

So, yes, we did make it to the hotel. But then we had to make it to the party, which was held in a home that Google maps assured us was merely three streets and four turns away. Surely, we thought, surely we can handle that, and left for the party twenty minutes early, figuring that would give us more than enough time to get there.

Forty minutes later, I had to make a phone call. It went something like this:

Me: Hi! It's Elizabeth. Um, I know we're supposed to be there already and we followed the directions we printed out but we're in a parking lot by some railroad tracks.
Relative who lives in Pennsylvania: Oh, you just took a wrong turn. Get back on the road, go three traffic lights, take a right, then a left, then drive till the road levels out like a football field and look for the stop sign. Then you'll be at the house!
Me: Um, are there any road names I should look for?
RwliP: No, just look for the lights and the stop sign--you can't miss our house!

Now, in a normal state, these directions would have ensured us another two hours in the car. But since we were in Pennsylvania, they worked -- and also taught us that building one's house RIGHT BY THE ROAD is perfectly normal, as witnessed by the following exchanges between me and my husband as we negotiated the roads with no (or multiple!) names...

Husband: $#! I almost drove into that person's front door.
Me: I would say you were exaggerating, but I'm pretty sure I could see the whites of somebody's eyes!
H: What are the odds of that happening?
(cue sound of fate (or whoever designs roads in Pennsylvania) laughing hysterically as car rounds another corner)
H: Wow. Apparently pretty good. I think I saw what that guy was watching on tv.
Me: Me too. Pennsylvania hates us.
H: We did find a bookstore
Me: That's true! Pennsylvania loves--oh, watch out for that window.
H: Somehow it just seems wrong to be saying that while we're in a car.
Me: I just want you to know that I love you.
H: Is that your way of saying you aren't going to drive us back to the hotel?
Me: I really *really* love you!
H: (sighs)

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

I live in an area that has some of the worst traffic in all of the United States, so I've seen people do all kind of things in their cars. Read. Apply makeup. Get into fistfights at traffic lights over being cut off. But this morning I saw someone driving while eating an entire pizza. At 8:30 in the morning.

Obviously, the important question to ask here is: Where can you get a pizza that early in the morning, and why don't I know about it?

Interesting links:

So I'm *not* the only person out there watching Two-A-Days after all! -- Interesting article on who's watching what, and how The Simpsons is still going strong after close to twenty (!!) years.

young adult writers on writing advice

It WAS the greatest teen magazine of all time! -- Sassy fans everywhere, take note!

Sixteen Essays by on Being Sixteen -- From Time Magazine. These essays take forever to load (at least on my computer), but it's worth the wait to read them.

Monday, September 18, 2006

I just found out I've sold a short story! It will appear in the next issue of Mytholog, and should be out sometime this fall.

Mytholog has a special place in my heart because they bought the first short story I ever worked up the nerve to send out (you can read it here) and I'll always be grateful to them for publishing it, as the encouragement I got from seeing something I wrote in print (which I thought would *never* happen) helped me start to think about querying agents for BLOOM.

eta: sorry about the feed problems. I don't think blogger likes me much today.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

I know everyone is probably watching Project Runway on Wednesday nights but if you get a chance, you really should check out Two-A-Days on MTV. It's about a high school football team in Alabama and it's really good--granted, there's some of the inevitable staging that comes with any MTV show, but I think it looks at something you don't see discussed much on-line (or, at least, not in the areas I frequent) and that's just how important sports are in a lot of high schools.*

Still questioning why in the world you should watch the show? Okay. Here's two moments (one from the first episode, and one from the third) that are worth checking out:

1. There's a player who, at eighteen, is already recuperating from surgery due to injuries and therefore isn't playing up to what the coaches think is his potential. The player goes home after practice and, during dinner, his mom asks him how he's feeling. He starts talking about stuff and his stepfather looks at him and says, "You're eighteen. You don't have any problems." And his face just collapses. It's one of those exquisitely painful moments that reminds you how the whole "You're young! You can't possibly have problems!" crap is right up there with "These are the best years of your life!" as the most annoying things anyone can ever hear.

2. The team loses a game and the coach screams at the quarterback, who, as the coach had observed earlier, had gotten hit pretty hard ("I never heard a head make a sound like that before, ha ha!"). The quarterback, looking totally dazed, sits there getting yelled at, listens to the post-game dissection of how much they all suck, says he knows he let everyone down, and then goes out into the parking lot and collapses. Turns out he has a concussion, but didn't say anything, and when he finds out he's going to have to sit out at least one game (if not more) he tries to be stoic, but you can tell he's devastated, especially since he comes from a family that's provided a seemingly endless supply of outstanding quarterbacks for the team.

Anyway, as the show airs on MTV, it's on all the time, so if you happen across it, give it a chance.

Other stuff:

The American Library Association (ALA)'s Banned Books Week is September 23-30, 2006, and, as of now, you can download information about the program, view the Most Challenged Books of 2005, and vote for your favorite banned or challenged books at http://www.ala.org/bbooks

As If! -- Authors Support Intellectual Freedom -- Young Adult authors report on challenges their books, as well as others, face.

And from the previous link: Banned Book Bracelets. LOVE!


*Although the New York Times seems to think the show visits a quaint and all-but-vanished era, saying, "And if you're interested in the 1950's -- when high school football players were titans, private doubts haunted them and cheerleaders gave them comfort -- you might visit Hoover, Ala., the Colonial Williamsburg of the Eisenhower era." Because, you know, high school football is DEAD! Except someone forgot to tell all the high schools in my area.

the real mystery of Prison Break

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I was talking to my friend Jess last night after Prison Break, and you know, in spite of all the government conspiracy stuff, we've decided the real mystery of season two is:

Why can't Lincoln button his shirt?

Seriously, why can't he? I mean, if you're a con on the run trying to blend in so you won't get caught and sent back to prison, wouldn't it be a good idea to NOT walk around with your shirt open to your navel, especially if you always seem to have a visible wound of one kind or another? But yet every week Lincoln skulks about with his shirt flapping open.

Let's review the facts:

1. Lincoln's shirt has buttons. I've seen them!
2. Sometimes Lincoln's shirt is buttoned. Never all the way, granted, but sometimes a few of them are fastened.
3. But yet, mere moments later, his shirt is open to his navel again!
4. Lincoln has just escaped from prison, so he needs to be inconspicuous. Despite this, he seems to think that 'hiding' involves things like: standing on the sidewalk by a stolen car with a visible head wound and, naturally, his shirt flapping open. And then NOT MOVING when someone notices him.

So is this all part of the conspiracy? In a later episode, will Michael and Lincoln have to race against time to get Lincoln a t-shirt? I sure hope so, because otherwise it means that either a. Lincoln can't button his shirt (which is sad) b. Lincoln thinks the unbuttoned shirt look 'totally works for him' (which is even sadder) or c. Lincoln's only sweat glands are in his chest as a result of bizarre government experiments conducted on him while he was in prison (a real stretch, but a better option than a. or b.)

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

This past Labor Day was the first time in years (and I do mean years) where my husband didn't have to study, and it's amazing how much fun a holiday is when you can actually do something fun instead of say, going shopping for highlighters and index cards so one's spouse can then sit around for six hours reading and taking notes.

We went and saw The Illusionist, which was pretty good. I think Edward Norton is a terrific actor (loved him in The Score) and he was outstanding in this. It also rained a lot, but since I like the rain that was nice too. Summer rain always reminds me of when I was a little kid, and how excited I'd get whenever we got thunderstorms--I used to love to look out over the fields and watch the clouds roll in, and then listen to the thunder and watch the lightening.

Of course, storms became a lot less fun whenever we lost power, which was often because, to this day, my parents seem to lose power whenever someone sneezes. And while having no electricity for a few hours can be sort of fun in a 'hey, let's light some candles and sit around and talk!' sort of way, having no electricity for days isn't fun. In any way.

More links:

alg's demystifying publishing essays -- Anna Genoese, who is an editor at Tor, has a livejournal, and occasionally writes about the publishing process/industry. While all the essays are worth reading, one that's particularly illuminating is Profit and Loss Statement #1, which shows how advances are determined, and more importantly, illustrates just how difficult it is for publishers to actually make money.

Ian Irvine's The Truth About Publishing

Everyone's talking about Lonleygirl15 -- And, naturally, everyone has opinions. This is a quick, interesting overview of the whole thing.