Sharing videos appears to be a favorite method of saying our goodbyes this week. I could think of no better clip to express my feelings about my tenure here at the Ball than this one from My Fair Lady*: What makes it perfect for me is that this is a rare clip of the number “I Could Have Danced All Night” in Audrey Hepburn’s own voice. As you…
WOW. This has been quite a week for me here at the Ball. First of all, I want to thank all my perfectly lovely–and way too kind–Deb sisters. They asked the best questions! And I had great time answering them. As most of you know by now, this isn’t really my book’s official launch week. IN A FIX (if you want to know more about it, click here) won’t actually…
As usual, when stumped for a good take on the Deb topic of the week, I consulted my sweetie, TG. “Sweetie,” said I, “what are some of my bad habits? I need to blog about them.” TG, being a supremely smart individual (and knowing which way the bedsheets are folded, if you get my drift) answered without missing a beat. “All your bad habits are good.” I knew immediately which…
My fellow Debs have all written wonderful posts about voice this week. “Voice” in the authorial sense—that certain something that permeates a writer’s literary works. The cachet attached to the words. The white on the snow, the melody in the birdsong, the stink on the skunk … okay, you get the drift. Everyone seems to agree that it’s difficult to define “voice,” but that it’s easy to recognize it. So…
And I’m not just talking talking about my husband, either. Though, having exactly the right amount of chest hair, he is just furry enough to suit me. But, no, I’m referring to the animal companions I’ve had in my life. They were there for me, a stalwart presence for me through thick and thin (yes, I am talking about the size(s) of my jeans), nonjudgmental and always happy to spend…
No, not that way. Get your mind out of the gutter. I mean, honestly, who needs a middle-aged hooker? Especially one who won’t wear spike heels. Trust me, you’d have a lot more fun with my book. But you know what? Authors do have to sell themselves. From the time you decide you want to be published (and, really, what’s the point of writing a book if you don’t want…
I admit it. This is a hard post for me to write. Oh, not because I’m averse to naughty — even titillating — behavior (seriously, you can’t have been paying attention this year if you think that’s a possibility), but rather because I don’t feel guilty about it. To feel guilty about something, you have to, on some level, think of it as wrong. I just don’t happen to think…
Whew. Is it hot here at the Ball this week, or is it just me? *fans self* It has definitely been a long, hot week. Originally, I was going to write a post about how to keep your cool when conditions are sweat-tacular, but then I decided what the hell. I think I’ll amp things up a bit instead. Because I’m, yannoh, evil that way. And when better to be…
My very first thought when I heard about Joanne’s book was, best title ever! TG (my darling husband, for those of you who don’t know me very well), said exactly the same thing when he saw me reading it. No doubt about it–Small Medium at Large is the perfect title for this book. I mean, come on. A middle grade book about a girl who gets hit by lightning and,…
If there’s anything in life more fun for me than getting away, it’s getting away with it. Seriously, is there anything more delicious than knowing you’ve done something you probably shouldn’t have, and not getting in trouble for it? Come on. Admit it–it’s pure bliss. The dash of naughty that makes it (whatever your favorite “it” happens to be) oh-so-nice. (Unless, of course, a sprinkle of guilt is not your…
