Joshilyn Jackson's Blog, page 15

And We Hired Mango, Lord Puff of Puffington

A GROWN UP KIND OF PRETTY is officially launched in PB! WHOOOOOO and stuff. Mr. Husband heroically swapped all the sidebar links to the PAPERBACK, for ease of one click shopping. You should go buy it, either for yourself if you have not yet read it yet, or HEY it makes a GREAT gift, and Christmas is coming, and readers you love have birthdays, and readers you love have CRAPPY days and need a little something green with apples and hope (and sex and hidden graves and thwarted love and danger a...

Hip. Trip. The New PA.

HIP: I injured my sacroilliac joint.

This is the joint that connects your leg to your butt and lets you swing said leg all about.

It is apparently a VERY IMPORTANT joint to have healthy if you want to do stuff like SIT or WALK or NOT BE IN AGONY.

Actual grumpy dialog that happened yesterday:

Lydia: You borked your sacroiliac joint? How did you do that?!

Me: I sat down in a chair. Yes, I did. It is a dangerous sport, sitting down in chairs, but I am a devil may care type. I’ll do anything for t...

Flash

TOMORROW the paperback of A GROWN-UP KIND OF PRETTY officially launches, and I will be DOING THINGS all over the web and even in the world to help remind people who like my books to go and buy copies and throw them from floats to booklovers who will no doubt line the streets of New Orleans in GROWN-UP celebration, hoping to get something nicer than beads.

Erm. Did I just imply that buying my books will make people show you their boobs? I kinda did. Perhaps I am looking for a larger male rea...

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I turn in the new book in on October 9th. It is finished, by which I mean, I have a DRAFT, but I am obsessively revising it. It is a love story. It is Someone Else’s Love Story, specifically. It is about mortality and marriage and miracles and other things that do not start with an M, so they can’t be in this sentence.

I am working like a crazy person, which I think is actually required by law if you decide to write a love story.

PLUS, beloveds, the PB of A GROWN-UP KIND OF PRETTY comes out on...

Inside the Kid Brain Lies a Wonderland

Maisy has ANOTHER stomach flu. We are going back to the doc on Monday because I am getting seriously worried she has something wrong. They thought she had Crohns when she was little.

In my worry I got it in my head that this had something to do with the move. Old house…Lead paint…. Like that.

Me: Maisy, since we moved, have you licked any walls or picked off and eaten any little paint chips?

Maisy: Um, NO, Why would I do THAT?

There is a clear parenthetical YOU MORON in her tone. Like, why would...

I Would Finish My Book On Time If…

It was 9 million degrees. The person in this suit lost twelve pounds and then died of heatstroke before being allowed to enjoy their smaller jeans size. Tragic.

ALL MY ONE THOUSAND CHILDREN will stop having stomach flu, going camping and befriending several thousand lice that have to be poisoned and then hand combed out 4 hours a day for 3 days, and then falling on treadmills and banging their ADULT PERMANENT front teeth out. Actually that is all the one child. The other is being PERFECTLY UN...

DEE! BEE! EFF!

OH YAY! OH YAY! It is ALMOST here, my favorite literary weekend of the year. Inadvertent rhyme! I fear, that this is becoming a poem. Oh dear.

GAH! STOPPIT! You will see later at the end of this entry why I had to stop.

Okay so, here is where you can find me at the DBF and surrounding events this weekend:

Friday I am teaching part of a workshop at SCAD, deets are http://www.scad.edu/experience/events....

Then on Saturday I am downtown, and a link to my schedule is HERE. Or...

Succulent Vines

I hate the word succulent. It should only be used by EXTREMELY creepy vampires who are speaking of pale, wasting virgins in empire waist dresses, and then the vampires should IMMEDIATELY be staked for saying it, preferably by someone good looking and ruddy, who should then swoop the girl off her fainting couch and marry her and get her a transfusion and a proper lay.

It goes without saying that all this should take place in 1897.

If you run around saying succulent WITHOUT it being 1897, and w...

On My Forehead

I would tote water for a cat who could do this. I would tote water or gold or sushi grade salmon or whatever he wanted.

Lydia Netzer is currently holed up at her farm in PA, trying to write 2K words a day with both her children present, and AS A HELPFUL BONUS, all water, ALL, the kind for drinking AND the less pure kind for bathing, and the any old kind full of poison or bugs for flushing, has to be toted in by hand in gallon jugs from the crick (or from whatever place has these kinds of wate...

Wrong-Somnia

No one on this futon has insomnia.

Here is the crappy thing about having insomnia: You have a twenty hour day, so you are generally much tired-er than people who sleep.

Here is the SUPER thing about insomnia: YOU HAVE A TWENTY HOUR DAY.

So you are a little DROWSY, so WHAT. Do you KNOW how much you can get DONE in a twenty hour day? SO FREAKIN’ MUCH.

In a twenty hour day, you can bring home bacon, cook it, feed some of it to your kids, eat some of it, go to yoga in a fruitless attempt to keep the...