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A Post I Wrote On Friday

I'm sitting here at the Salt Lake City public library, or, as I have come to know it over these past months, my second home.  Seriously, today is the third time I've been here this week.

Technically, this isn't my library.  There are others closer to my house.  But the creepy thing about the library closest to my house?  It's the same library I went to as a teen.  Even more pathetic, the YA section is still basically the same as it was ten years ago.  Sweet Valley High, anyone?  Anyone?

I just ...

Why I've Never Wanted To Be A Dog; The Summer of Chocolate And Writing

Apart from the obvious ( I'm allergic to dogs, thus would be allergic to myself),  myriad other parts of being a dog don't appeal to me.   The lack of privacy when relieving oneself.  The ticks.  The assumption that since I am man's best friend, I must therefore be every man's best friend (Pure ridiculous.  How can you be best friends with all mankind?)

Of course, the worst part of being a dog is the lack of chocolate.  Or so I thought until reading this. A dog who loves chocolate lives to be twe

Why You Must Never, Never Speak Ill Of The Prom

Remember in my last post when I mentioned that the Blue Moon Ball might possibly have been more fun than the prom?

Well, the universe found out and had to immediately correct itself, because not even a day passed before this review for THE WAY HE LIVED was brought to my attention.

Okay.  So a New-York-based book blogger reviewed my book, which is great.  I love book bloggers, which many of my book-blogger friends already know.  She liked the book, and from her review seemed to really get the book,

Boogie Nights At The Blue Moon Ball

Because once is just never enough, I am again posting about my trip to LA.  Besides, in this post we are all just so dang good-looking, who wouldn't want to check it out?  We look hott (double-t courtesy of Brodi's husband Sam, who taught me that this is what the cool kids are saying.  If you don't know Sam, he is nothing if not cool).

Anyway, on the night of the much-fanfared "Blue Moon Ball" many inappropriate adventures took place.  Many of them were not my fault.  Not to name names, but  most

Inappropriate

For those of you who don't know (and why would you?), when my book THE WAY HE LIVED debuted, a random blogger/book reviewer deemed its subject matter "inappropriate."   I say random book reviewer because I no longer even remember who it was, it was of such little consequence.  But still, inappropriate?  That hurts.

Or at least it did, until my friends shared their stories of woe.  Brodi's book, with its kick-A heroine and alien attacks, was called both vulgar and violent–by family members, no les

In Which I Am Yet Again Mistaken For Someone Cool

I'm leaving for LA early tomorrow morning. I'm talking earlier-than-I've-been-up-since-my-stint-teaching-high-school-debate early. But since the conference itself starts tomorrow morning, leaving early is a must. In preparing for this trip, I couldn't help but remember the last time I went to a national SCBWI conference which was, by and large, a fiasco.

The year was 2006. I was going to the SCBWI New York conference with Carries Jones. This was prior to Carrie becoming the world-renowned author

A Glimpse Into My Personal Style

I decided to write this blog post with Wonder-Pen, to see how well it translates into WordPress. So far, it's worked really well in Microsoft Word… it just capitalizes k's and w's in the middle of my sentences. I'm working on making my lowercase w's more loopy, and we'll see how that goes. I have no idea how to fix my k's–I guess I'll simply have to stop using them.

Thank you all for the comments on my last post. I promise it Was not just a desperate plea for compliments. But hey, I won't turn th

Hot

Advance word of warning:  The computer has once again gotten into the setting where I can only see thumbnails of the photos, really small ones.  I can't guarantee that all the photos I post will actually be the ones I want to post, but hey, it's all part of the adventure, eh?

This picture is in fact the one I wanted to post.  It's The Clique, aka my writing/critique group, on our first-annual-with-potential-to-become-semi-annual Retreat to Brodi Ashton's Bomb Condo in Midway.  Thank you, Brodi!

Wonder Pen

On Monday, when I promised to blog more regularly, it was because I knew that very soon, I'd be spending a lot less time typing and a lot more time writing with this new pen, leaving me time for two posts a week, no problem.
What exactly is so amazing about this pen?  What isn't amazing about this pen!  I simplt turn it on (yes, you can turn the pen on, and it even has a small screen on the side.  Seriously, check it out.  You turn it on, start writing on this special paper (which looks just like

Writing News Galore (And My New Sandals)

My blog has been a little light on the writing news lately. I mean, let's face it, the blog's been light on everything in general, ever since I started it. Which is why I make a pledge: I will be posting twice a week, every week, from now on! Feel free to ooh and ahh. Seriously. Ooh and ahh. Humor me here. Why can I make this blogging guarantee? One reason will be revealed on Thursday, in my next post. One reason is that I love you guys!

Also, I joined Twitter so I could be cool. No, J