Joshilyn Jackson's Blog, page 25

The Poo-fect Storm

Every animal I have is excreting terrible things into my carpet.

Aaaand that opener really should serve as a WARNING, but just in case it does not… This is not a good entry to read while you have a nice lunch. JUST SAYING. This entry contains SCADS of poop. Also urine. NOTHING LUNCHILY-PLEASANT-TO-DISCUSS IS IN THIS ENTRY.

It began with Schubert. He started peeing all over the house. Not a droplet here or a single displeased message about kibble in the laundry there. Oh NO! BUCKETLOADS. A...

Make Clickies (and Winners!)

Today I am over on my group blog, THE LIPSTICK CHRONICLES, yapping about ears v/s mouths and how it's important to create a COMPLETE ANIMAL with a heart and lungs and a spine and probably a LIVER before you pick ears or mouth. I think ears is best. *earnest nodding*

I promise this makes more sense in context. You can go on over and horn in on the argument—you may be MOUTH proponents, who knows! Then we could Jell-O fight it out to the death in the comments.
Meanwhile, Here, the Random...

Three Questions: Kim Wright (and a BOOK GIVE-AWAY!)

Kim Wright been writing about travel for more than 25 years, so who better to pen a novel about the end of a marriage and the beginning of …something else on a plane? It's called Love in Mid Air, and Publisher's Weekly says, in a starred review, "Wright hits it out of the park in her debut, an engaging account of a woman contemplating divorce…Wright delivers fresh perspective and sympathetic characters few writers can match."

Want to know more? Here's the trailer!

If you want to win this...

4 Things, Almost Entirely Unrelated

1) Dear Book Page, I

AAAANnnnnd it's a beautiful day for a pre-order. JUST SAYIN'. I'll get pre-order links up on the sidebar this weekend, and by *I* here we all know I mean Scott, but you could be the SEXIEST pre-order-er of all by intrepidly choosing your OWN venue and making the click-magic happen.

I think you will like this book, if you like my stuff. It is … very close to me. A little too close, maybe? It's a FUN book, I will say that, in spite of my kind of...

Pre-Emptive Disclaimer: I Am Sure Many Well Endowed, Nice Men Own Chevys

So while I was at IKEA getting the desk and office chair for the living room, I also picked up another Billy bookshelf.

Digression: The books in my house all seem to share rabbit ancestry; I am POSITIVE that the second I leave ANY room with more than one book in it (read: every room in my house), they all leap back in into the frenzied orgy they must have constantly going to produce so many MORE AND MORE books.

Even now, in the basement I am pretty sure Madame Bovary is writhing joyously in t...

Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

So. Being fourteen and a high school freshman means one is old enough for one's own computer. With one's own internet connection. To do one's own research and schoolwork, natch, but also because the world if full of smug Protoss on Starcraft 2 who need to be ganked by your righteous horde of bulimic, death-phlegm Zerg.

In my house, it is not old enough to have said computer in one's room. Yes, even with Surf Watch.

I don't know if you know this—probably not, Beloveds, for you were all I am ...

Precocious

Beautiful Maisy, who is barely nine, wants things. She is the THINGIEST member of the family, though this may be just because she is the youngest… Still she is the only one who gets excited when catalogs come in the mail, and she picks out everything from Hannah Andersson backpacks to pink-ingfested bedroom suites from IKEA, to American Girl Doll outfits and pets and friends by folding down the pages. Then I sneak around the house behind her and "disappear" the catalogs, and she forgets...

3Q with Ann Napolitano

Last night I went to Decatur to hear Ann Napolitano talk about her new book, A GOOD HARD LOOK, a novel I have fallen absolutely, unabashedly in love with. SO in love with it am I, I can end a sentence with a preposition over it, and not even BLINK.

It's set in Milledgeville, Georgia, and my favorite writer, Flannery O'Connor is a central character. O'Connor's life intersects with a young married couple. The bride is effortlessly all that Flannery isn't — beautiful and in love and connected a...

What I Did on My Summer Vacation

The Intrepid Fenchurch Fenn, being all intrepid.

I spent most of my vacation time dead in my underpants.

By which I mean, I PLAYED DARKFALL with a fervor that bordered on fanaticism.

Amorphous people-shaped objects would rise in my peripheral vision and SAY things at me, things like, "Joss do you want to go to the beach? To the pool? To eat crustaceans at a seaside bar? To the shark store? To the butterfly museum?"

I would wipe foamy flecks of battle spittle from my crazed lips and holler...

A NOTE TO ROBBERS

Him: Honey? On the blog, maybe you should not tell people you are going out of town for a whole week.

Me: Why?

Him: Because the internet has ROBBERS on it as well as nice people. Maybe even robbers who know where you live or who are related to one of us. *ahem* And it isn't good to tell ROBBERS exactly when you will be out of town.

Me: But the house sitter will be here.

(ASIDE TO YOU: YES I now have so many ANIMALS that it is cheaper to get a young college man to STAY OVER HERE and SNEAK DRINK ...