I know, I know…I suck at updating my blog(s). I feel especially bad because it seems people are dropping by this one a lot (is 100 visitors a day a lot?), only to discover the same old stale post still lingering like so much fast food flatulence. (Sorry. I’ve got a dog sitting on my lap passing gas, so my analogous mind was pretty much forced to go to the fart-zone.) Anyway, the guilt has finally consumed me. So here’s that long overdue recap of the L.A. Times Festival of Books. I know you’ve been holding your breath. And with good reason (no, not the aforementioned flatulence). After all…
IT WAS SERIOUSLY HOT AUTHOR-ON-AUTHOR ACTION WHEN THE LAYAS WENT HEAD-TO-HEAD IN A GAME OF TEEN FICTION TRIVIA, WITH AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION AND GIVEAWAYS GALORE!
In other words…I was sweating like crazy in the SoCal heat in my ridiculous black tights-and-boots getup (who did I think I was? Gothic Girl?). As you can see from the pic below (I’m the blond resembling a plus-sized B-movie actress), I looked tragic…and smelled even worse. (Note to self: Next time don’t try to look hip…just wear jeans.) When my moment finally arrived, I got up on the first-ever YA stage (an exceptionally awesome addition to the fest, in spite of my participation) and played a game we call LAYAPALOOZA, where members of the LAYAS (Los Angeles Young Adult authorS) split up into teams and each author responds to some surprisingly challenging multiple choice questions.
Fortunately, I saw Khy (a.k.a. Frenetic Reader, a.k.a. the one who isn't a sweaty aging author pictured below) there, and begged her to help my team with some sort of silent signals when our questions came up. Unfortunately, our team (me, Jonathan Bernstein, Cherry Cheva, Ben Esch, and Kami Garcia) still lost. Fortunately, during the giveaway portion of the game, my book wasn’t the last one to get picked (sorry Jonathan…your cover's hideous, my cover's hideous, it was totally anybody's game...)—and, as I said in my last post, I peed in the stall next to Bernadette Peters’ (who looks even more youthful and kewpie-doll darling than she did in THE JERK all those years ago). So it was quite a day-in-the-life-of-a-subpar-YA-author!
(Hi, Khy. Sorry about the sweat.)
In other news from the past month…you know that dog I rescued? Um. Yeah. That didn’t work out so well. She wound up having quite the aggressive streak—attacking a friend’s dog, then another dog (quickly causing that prospective adoption to fall through), and then my dad. So I sent her back to the rescue group who sprung her from the shelter (is it just me or is it semi-negligent to save a shelter dog and place it in a home with another dog and a child without so much as assessing her personality?). I do hope they get her the training she needs, but an aggressive dog isn’t really something I can handle when I’ve already got another dog and a kid in the house.
Since I tend to be slow to learn a lesson, I then took in another foster dog—cute as can be, but very much a puppy. She also had kennel cough when we got her. So, between the hacking and sneezing and roughhousing between her and my dog and endless indoor accidents/housebreaking…she is now back at the rescue/boarding facility, waiting to be adopted. And I am no longer fostering dogs. Heartbreaking but true. I just don't have it in me right now. It's A LOT of work. Lesson learned. Finally.
Foster #2: Millie/Rita
She's on her way to a rescue in Vegas (seriously)!
I’ve also been juggling half-a-dozen magazine assignments, and need to dive into the revisions on FABOTAGE, which are due in a couple weeks. So now do you see why it’s so hard for me to update the blog? I tell you, I need a vacation, people! Translation: You’ll probably hear from me in another month or so.
Till then, my lovelies…check out some of the links above. There are authors out there who are really good about blogging (and several of them are supremely hilarious to boot!).