June 11, 2008
I have my tickets to see The Happening on opening day. Will it be good? With M. Night, it’s a crap shoot. But let me tell you what’s not a crap shoot: Zooey Deschanel will be awesome, and more importantly, will have fantastic hair. I have major ZD hair envy. So much so that…well…I cut my own bangs today. I can’t instantly grow my hair to ZD’s length, but I can get the bang effect going and then wait oh-so-patiently while my hair grows, except at some point—soon—I know I’m not going to be able to stand to feel it on my neck and that will be that. For now, though, a girl can dream.

Along with letting my hair grow for like the next four years, I just need to lose 30 more pounds, bleach the ’stache, and procure an airbrush, then I’m pretty much there. Having an amazing singing voice and being 9 years younger would also help.
You know, it’s not that hard to cut your own bangs. The hard part is to stop cutting them at the right moment.
I hope I don’t forget to wake up at 5:30 tomorrow to take my friend to the airport for her flight to a very important medical project in Africa. That would be bad. Maybe by blogging about it I will for sure remember. After that, I’m taking the DVR back to Comcast so that we’re not paying for the 8 weeks we’re gone. But that means six whole days without cable between tomorrow and when we leave. ::nailbiting:: And when we get back? Perhaps DirecTV. Perhaps DirecTV with the NFL Sunday ticket. (Oh yeah, now you wanna be my friend! Nice try.) Does anyone have any good or bad experiences with DirecTV? The Comcast people like to scare you into thinking that with satellite, you’re going to lose your signal every time the wind blows.
February 3, 2008
I’m kind of pretending this is Monday morning, because I have a lot to do tomorrow and need to preserve my precious and few morning brain cells for some business items. Fortunately, I see I’m not the only one who does this, because over at The Well-Read Child, Monday morning’s post is already up and it’s an interview with yours truly. Find out why I write about outcasts, my favorite scene in the book, and super-secret info on where I write. Thanks for having me, Jill!
On Saturday the recovery from my mountain driving experience and book launch ended up involving a four-in-a-row Lifetime Moviethon, in the following order: Too Young to Marry, My Daughter’s Secret, Queen Sized, and Girl’s Best Friend. Very, very satisfying in a way that only four Lifetime Movies can be. I’m not proud.
The Superbowl. (Super Bowl?) Well, wow. Kinda boring for the first three quarters, then…drama! This is what editors and crit group people mean when they say that something in a story has to be at stake. The game was just kind of going along more or less as expected—not a bad game, but no drama, nothing to really care about other than how the Pats would take what everyone felt they were entitled to. It had a sense of inevitability that stories can get, too. When the Giants scored in the fourth quarter, suddenly everything was at stake and you couldn’t take your eyes off the game. Every character seemed key, every play crucial. Everything mattered!
If you are in the San Francisco area, please do come see me at Not Your Mother’s Book Club on Tuesday night! At Books Inc., Opera Plaza – 7 p.m. I’ve got a lot of friends and family in the area, so it should be a lively crowd. Their presence might even get me to REVEAL IMPORTANT SECRETS. (I don’t know what those might be, but I’m ready for anything.)