Monday, January 25, 2010

Got my cover for A BAD DAY FOR PRETTY!

This bit of awesome is just a preview of what's going to hit the stands on June 12. So thrilled with it!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Sunny's a Star (and so are you)

My darling niece was in a play this weekend. She played the Emperor - what else?

Seeing Sunny in her moment of triumph brought out all my aunty-pride, of course, and I'm certain that the celebrations continue apace at her house.

And it was an exciting week around here, too.

But it was also a good week for several of my friends, who heard back on their agent submissions. Sure, there were rejections - there always are - but there were also a smattering of encouragement. Requests for full manuscripts, partials, or even "good" rejections - all of these are wonderful affirmations and reason to celebrate.

Over the course of my writing career, I've heard this piece of advice often: Don't forget to celebrate the small victories. I don't always follow it. But I wish I did.

Not every day is stage day, not every day ends with your mom and dad giving you flowers and a trip to the chocolate cafe and your brother having to tell you that you did an awesome job. Some days the gifts are smaller, easier to miss. But all are good and all are worthy of soaking up greedily and enjoying to the fullest.

And all you submitters out there, waiting by the inbox for news, my fingers are crossed for you.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Stella's Going To The Edgars!

...or rather, I guess I should say that I am going to the Edgars. Stella's debut, A BAD DAY FOR SORRY, has been nominated by the Mystery Writers of America for Best First Novel.

Am I excited? Am I excited?????? Hell yeah. This has been a dream that's like a cherry on top of the giant glob of whipped cream that is my bigger dream, which is to write for a living. An Edgar nomination means that you've been chosen by your peers - your peers! - the real deal, the people who push up their sleeves every day to get down in the trenches with nothing but their words and their dreams of mayhem, the people I've admired and lusted after - ahem, speaking intellectually, of course - forever.

Not to mention, just look at who I'm keeping company with:

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and here is the aftermath of yesterday, minus the empty pan of celebratory brownies:

I got flowers!!! Thank you, B and J!!!

The desk is a mess - didn't do anything on the to-do list

William wished me a Happy Edgar Day

The chores did not get done

Saturday, January 2, 2010

I Got Skills

Today was a big day. I whined a little about my housework, but lots of my pals weighed in with the opinion that writing was a way more worthy endeavor, so I hit it hard and finished. Hallelujah! I needed to send this thing to a certain special someone by Monday, and I wanted it to be right, and this leaves me just enough time to pretty it up a little and make sure the chapter numbers are in sequence and that sort of thing before I send it.


And then I did something really exciting: I fixed my vacuum cleaner.

Now this may not seem like much to a lot of you guys, who probably know better than to try to vacuum up pine needles in the first place, and change your own oil and color your own hair and empty the lint trap every time you run the dryer, but you got to remember I'm at a little bit of a disadvantage. I was a spoiled housewife for a very long time, and when things broke, I just took them over to the nice man at the fix-it shop and let him deal with it. Once, I'm mortified to say, I just ordered a new vacuum off the internet so I wouldn't have to drive all the way to the shop.

This economy has made a big girl of me, however. When my vacuum made a weird sound and started to smoke, I cussed a whole lot and felt sorry for myself but the point here is that in the end, I got out the manual and took the thing apart (using all the clever tools arrayed at right) and got very dirty and broke some nails and found out (the hard way) where we keep screwdrivers and drove to the Rite-Aid to buy a new belt (imagine - I purchased an actual mechanical part) and cussed some more and, much later, after putting it together wrong the first two attempts, I was finished and I turned it on and it worked and I vacuumed the entire dining room twice for the sheer joy of it.

Oh, and while I was at it, I took a picture of Dog, because she sure is growing up fast. Almost four month old!