Monday, August 22, 2011

Shagadelic revisions

Now that I'm, ugh, in my thirties, I swore I would never buy anything from Ikea again. So far, I've been successful. See that new rug up there? It's from Costco, bitches! Oh yeah. I think we can all agree that I am now, officially, a classy lady.

Sitting on the classy carpet is my freshly-revised manuscript. And before I give my pre-husband a heart attack, the splotch you see above on page one is not the remnants of a sopped-up stain on the brand new rug -- I swear, muffin! It's actually an artful addition to my story.

After one more read-through and one final edit, it will be go-time. I have a specific agent in mind so it has to be perfect.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Imma be done this book real soon.

You know what's nice? When you intend to pull up your Aimee Mann collection on iTunes because you're trying to set the mood for a depressing eulogy scene that you've been struggling to write for the 100th iteration of your novel and instead "Imma Be" by the Black Eyed Peas comes on and you're all "What the?? This isn't Aimee Ma--oh!" And suddenly, thanks to the magic of's lyrics and Fergie's hooks and whatever the f%$# it is that Taboo does, your writer's block clears and you figure out how you're going to write a eulogy that's not depressing at all but actually kind of funny and weird and it saves your writing life?

That's what just happened to me. And I'm almost done this revision because of it. Oh yeah, imma be the flyest chick on the bookshelf at Indigo come 2025. You just wait and see, shorties.