Monthly Archives: July 2008

Must. Have. Coffee.

What was more motivating? The opening session speaker or the free coffee.

Pour me into a green and white cup and call me done. I’m so caffeinated, I plan to attend the annual general meeting.

Or will, assuming I can fight my way into a restroom first.

More later.

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Blogging live from San Francisco

We are here and we’re having fun. Well, I can only assume the kids still are, over at my sister’s. Ditto for hoping my sister still has her sanity. I told the kids, oh about a thousand tines, how they HAD to be good.

Andrew did not understand with Louis Sachar or Jerry Spinelli were not signing at the literacy signing yesterday and why the on-site bookstore had NO boy books.

I do have my first sale ribbon and it is both pink and wonderful. When I was registering, the nice woman on the RWA staff also process my PAN (Published Author Network) status, so now I’m all official and stuff.

I had exactly the same thing for dinner as I did for breakfast this morning: A Starbucks Vivanno and zucchini bread. I would kill for a bowl of oatmeal and some soy yogurt. Yeah. I need to get out more. I will. Tonight.

More later. With luck, I may have something interesting to write about.

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Take a YA vacation

Not going anywhere this summer? Need a good summer read? Have I got the books for you:

Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes

Here’s the deal: Aunt Peg, the New York artist and the person Ginny Blackstone depended on to make her life interesting, took off to Europe without a word three years ago. Aside from a few postcards, Ginny hasn’t heard much. Then she gets a horrible phone call that changes everything.

But the story is only beginning. Soon after, Ginny receives one little blue envelope from Aunt Peg containing a thousand dollars and some very strange instructions…

Maureen really captures what it’s like to be young, American, and in Europe–exciting, scary, and lonely.

Girl at Sea

This is the summer Clio has waited for her whole life. School is out. She’s gotten a great job. And she’s just met the guy of her dreams. Things could not be better.

It’s about time something remotely normal happened to her. Named after the muse of history, quasi-famous at eleven for making a board game with her father, touring the world in questionable style at twelve… it’s been an odd journey so far. Some of it sounds good on paper. Lots of things sound good on paper. It doesn’t mean they actually are…

Another travel story, only this time, mostly on a boat–with jellyfish (well, technically, the jellyfish aren’t on the boat). Anyway, this books is nominated for a Rita this year (and how excited am I that the YA category received enough entries to be viable–very).

Suite Scarlett

The Hopewell Hotel is small Art Deco “jewelbox” in New York City. The hotel has a grand past, but a somewhat dusty and broken present, with pigeons breaking into the rooms, chandeliers with more cobweb than glass, and constantly exploding toilets. Guests are rare, but it does have one constant set of inhabitants… the Martin family.

Scarlett Marin is the third of the four Martins. Scarlett is fifteen, blonde, and broke. Her friends are gone for the summer. And she’s got this one curl that exists just to stab her in the eye and blind her. Welcome to her life…

No traveling for the main character this time, but home is in New York, in a hotel, so it’s like a vacation for you. This one is the start of a series. Maureen did a great job bringing the story to a conclusion while still leaving enough threads open for the sequel.

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As for me, I’ve been pondering my wardrobe dilemma. The recommended conference wear is “business casual.” Okay, I work for a software company. Most days, I wear jeans and my Chuck Taylors to work. Any business casual I might own is several years old–and looks it.

I do have some cute capris I can wear that I can dress up with some cute jackets. Thing is, I hate sandals. I never get pedicures (yeah, I know, you’re surprised). I don’t want to pack extra shoes, so I’m thinking …. I’m thinking … of just wearing the Chucks. Anyone asks, I’ll tell them I got a foot condition.

Actually, I’ll tell them I hate sandals and see no point in ruining my feet.

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And then we took a nap

We’re done–done, I tell you–with the edit. I sent the manuscript to our editor (!!!) this morning, which means no editing this weekend. It might mean I’ll have a few spare words for the blog. Seriously, I didn’t want to accidentally use some words here that we might need in the manuscript. I was in word conservation mode.

So now we keep our fingers crossed, hold our breath, and all the rest. In the meantime, I have plenty of items on my “Big List of Things to Do before the Conference” list. The only thing marked off so far?

The first sale ribbon.

Sure, my conference wardrobe is half virtual at the moment (as in, I don’t physically possess half the items I plan to wear). Who needs a blouse when you have a first sale ribbon.

Priorities, people. It’s all about priorities.

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Shocking, but true

Darcy outed me (in the comments for yesterday’s post). It is my birthday today. This morning, when I was dropping the kids off at their summer program, Andrew–concerned about my advanced age–offered to buy me a Vitamin Water–with his own money. I told him it wasn’t necessary, that I had a vitamin for breakfast, along with orange juice, oatmeal, and soy yogurt. (I know, am I all about health or what?)

He remained unconvinced. Miss B was upset because she didn’t get me a present (the boys sneaked off to Kmart last night while the girls took a walk).

I got a lamp, which sounds like an odd gift. However, I have strange electrical current running through my body. I have short-circuited more lamps than most people will own in their lifetime. Shocking, but true. (Oh, I slay me.) So. I always pretty much need a new lamp.

I also received a milkshake maker, which suspiciously looks exactly like something Andrew would want. Funny how that worked out. But then, he also picked out a pretty pendant for me and some dark chocolate. (Again, I’m all about the health.)

So, another birthday? It’s all good.

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Where I’m at

Location: Editville

Population: 2

Weather: Breezy with possible chance of typos

General outlook: Light at the end of the tunnel ~ we’ve heard rumors that this exists.

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Say what?

I have great affection for puns, misheard lyrics, and unintentionally funny typos. Once, when I was working on an installation guide, I meant to write: It does not. What I wrote was:

It’s doe snot.

Yeah. It keeps you humble. Below is a video courtesy of SBTB.

I’ve always like the Joe Cocker version of this song better than the Beatles version. Sacrilege? Probably. At least now I know all the words. I love how into the song he is. Granted, in this video, evidence suggests he’s into several other things as well. Still. Dude rocks this song.

Kyra’s at that age where she interprets lyrics/words her own way. Her version of the pledge:

… one nation, under God, invisible

Not to mention the major confusion with “liberty and justice for all” since she had a preschool friend named Liberty and Andrew has a friend named Justice. You try explaining.

This year, at her summer program, she’s learning all sorts of old camp standards. You may remember this one:

Got this little piece of tin
Nobody knows what shape it’s in
Got four wheels and a running board
It’s a Ford, oh, it’s a Ford.

Here’s Kyra’s version:

Got this little piece of Tim …

Ah, yes. The young Hannibal Lecter attends summer camp. Good times.

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