Friday, January 31, 2014

Celebrating A New Book

I like to celebrate the various phases of the I've-got-an-idea to the completion of an actual book process. When I finish a first draft, I usually send myself a box of my favorite truffles (Legacy Chocolates), or in the case of my mummy manuscript, a box of pyramid & pharoah-shaped chocolates (thank you, Martine's!). I celebrate small milestones because it can take a long, long time before a manuscript transforms into a real book.

That's why I was thrilled to treat myself to this:

A still-frozen Pepperidge Farm coconut cake is how I celebrated my completed first draft of Not-A-Dr. Logan's Divorce Book many years ago. I ate another one when it won first place in the Utah Art's Council Original Writing contest. The cake features in the story as part of the "Signs Your Mom Has Had A Bad Day" section of Logan's own book. And it's an inside joke with my mother--I only recently realized that most people wait to eat these things after they've defrosted. Let's just say I borrowed that bit of fiction from real life.

I'm pleased to announce that I have eaten my third Pepperidge Farm cake! Not A Dr. Logan's Divorce Book will be published by Character Publishing on May 1st. YAY!!!

Confession: I don't think I can force myself to chow down on another partially-frozen Pepperidge Farm cake. I might make my own much more delicious and moist coconut cake on May 1st! 

Contest Winners!

Congratulations to Kelley, winner of Open Mic and Demonosity. And congratulations to Anonymous (please contact me with your true identity!) who won a copy of Reflecting Emmy!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Revising… My house?!?

My apologies. I've been a particularly bad blogger these days. November passed with the writerly joy of revising my WIP. But in December, we started revising our house.

I always expect my housework to fall behind when I'm busy with a big writing task. Later, laundry! But I didn't realize how much my writing life would be affected by remodeling. I knew there would be days of moving things in and out and back again--and I saved money by doing all the painting.

But it's the waiting. Waiting for the guys to arrive to work. I like writerly waiting better because the cure for that is more writing! But I can't count the number of days I never got into the shower because I was waiting for folks whose definition of "morning" is 3PM. Or not at all. If only contractors would honor deadlines like my writer friends… But I do have to say that the excuses I've heard for not showing up are pretty darn creative!

Anyway, the house revision is almost all wrapped up, and I will have my writerly routine back again. YAY!

Here's a joke I sent to my 8th grade daughter. It's a paint roller selfie. I'm always telling her that if I'd had to live in the selfie world of junior high no one would have ever seen my nose--for sure!

A belated happy 2014 to you all!