Sorry for the late blog today! I've been running around like a crazy person--actually, not true. Due to the fact that I got my foot stuck in a door, I'm lurching around like a ZOMBIFIED crazy person. Which seems aptly fitting, if you ask me.
BUT.
I will hopefully have news on a live launch event soon. And a virtual one. And other things. And I might have a working car too. Helsing (my van) is fine, but the Slayermobile is in the shop.
More tomorrow, hopefully more coherent than today.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
The Zombie Play
A few weeks ago, my son came home with a zombie play, conveniently titled THE ZOBIE PLAY. I'm in love with this play. I wanted to produce it on Broadway, but I had to settle for comic book format.
My favorite part is when Zombie Hulk threatens to DE SHTROY them.
I also think this should be made into a movie.
Oh, and I think this comic book maker thingy is DANGEROUS.
Further updates as events warrant.
Which is a quote from Calvin and Hobbes, in case you didn't notice.
I'll shut up now.
My favorite part is when Zombie Hulk threatens to DE SHTROY them.
I also think this should be made into a movie.
Oh, and I think this comic book maker thingy is DANGEROUS.
Further updates as events warrant.
Which is a quote from Calvin and Hobbes, in case you didn't notice.
I'll shut up now.
Friday, May 6, 2011
Weekend Plans
Do you remember a few weeks ago when I was giving away a copy of THE LIPSTICK LAWS (and stuffing my bra)? Well, if you didn't win, pop over to the Class of 2k11 blog and comment there before noon EST to win a copy.
Otherwise, there's not a whole lot going on here. Soccer, mostly. We have some major soccerness going on here. And as you might imagine, I don't exactly fit in with the other soccer moms. Don't get me wrong; they're all very nice people. But they all hang out together and talk about dinner parties and sports, and I sit off in my corner, crocheting zombie football players and reading books meant for teenagers. I'm pretty sure they still don't know what to make of that.
Not complaining, though! I LIKE crocheting monsters and reading kids books.
Anyway, this Mother's Day, I will be on the soccer field at 7:30 in the morning instead of having breakfast in bed. What're you doing this weekend?
And Happy Mother's Day to all you mommies! Hope your weekend is full of crocheted monsters and kids books, or whatever it is that makes you happy!
Otherwise, there's not a whole lot going on here. Soccer, mostly. We have some major soccerness going on here. And as you might imagine, I don't exactly fit in with the other soccer moms. Don't get me wrong; they're all very nice people. But they all hang out together and talk about dinner parties and sports, and I sit off in my corner, crocheting zombie football players and reading books meant for teenagers. I'm pretty sure they still don't know what to make of that.
Not complaining, though! I LIKE crocheting monsters and reading kids books.
Anyway, this Mother's Day, I will be on the soccer field at 7:30 in the morning instead of having breakfast in bed. What're you doing this weekend?
And Happy Mother's Day to all you mommies! Hope your weekend is full of crocheted monsters and kids books, or whatever it is that makes you happy!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Bookanistas: PUTTING MAKEUP ON DEAD PEOPLE by Jen Violi
Welcome to Bookanista Thursday! We recommend books. They go on your already burgeoning to-read lists. You thank us. Your spouses don't.
Hey, am I right or am I right?
Today, I'm featuring a book that you'll want to get once it arrives on stores on or around May 24th: PUTTING MAKEUP ON DEAD PEOPLE by Jen Violi. Here's the Goodreadish blurb:
In the spring of her senior year, Donna Parisi finds new life in an unexpected place: a coffin.
Since her father’s death four years ago, Donna has gone through the motions of living: her friendships are empty, she’s clueless about what to do after high school graduation, and her grief keeps her isolated, cut off even from the one parent she has left. That is until she’s standing in front of the dead body of a classmate at Brighton Brothers’ Funeral Home. At that moment, Donna realizes what might just give her life purpose is comforting others in death. That maybe who she really wants to be is a mortician.
This discovery sets in motion a life Donna never imagined was possible. She befriends a charismatic new student, Liz, notices a boy, Charlie, and realizes that maybe he's been noticing her, too, and finds herself trying things she hadn’t dreamed of trying before. By taking risks, Donna comes into her own, diving into her mortuary studies with a passion and skill she didn’t know she had in her. And she finally understands that moving forward doesn’t mean forgetting someone you love.
Jen Violi’s heartfelt and funny debut novel is a story of transformation—how one girl learns to grieve and say goodbye, turn loss into a gift, and let herself be exceptional...at loving, applying lipstick to corpses, and finding life in the wake of death.
The minute I saw the title, I knew I had to read this book. I managed a pathology department lab for over five years. I've observed autopsies and worked hand-in-hand with funeral directors, some of whom were smart and kind and funny and others that made crazy demands involving helicopters and taking showers in industrial bleach.
One of the funniest things about working in that environment is that it's one of the most morbid but life-affirming places to be. Every time you turn around, people are making VERY non-PC jokes about cadavers, because that's what you've got to do to stay sane when you're working around death all the time. And in the process, that whole death thing ceases to be so scary and becomes something that can be okay if you want it to.
So with that kind of experience, you can imagine how I approached this book. Would it capture that strange combo of completely inappropriate joking mixed with profound moments that stick with you for years afterward?
It did.
Unlike most death books, this isn't so much of a tear jerker, and I liked that. It mixes the obligatory heavy moments with situations that made me snarf things out my nose even though I knew I shouldn't be. It doesn't make light of death exactly. But in dealing with all the minutiae (what kind of casket? what color foundation?), death becomes something that's possible to come to terms with. It's a completely different approach for a YA book about death--and I LOVE that. Sometimes the death books blend together in my mind. But this one will always stand out in my mind as a quirky read of funereal awesomeness.
It's supposed to be on shelves at the end of May. If you read, I'd love to hear what you think!
While you're at it; check out what the other Bookanistas are up to. Both MOONGLASS and DIVERGENT are on the shelves this week, so huge congrats to Jessi and Veronica!
Shelli Johannes-Wells gives us THE ROYAL TREATMENT
Elana Johnson hosts a blog tour stop for 101 SUCCESS SECRETS FOR GIFTED KIDS with a giveaway
Shannon Messenger adores THE DAY BEFORE plus a giveaway
Carolina Valdez Miller is passionate about POSSESSION and gives away an ARC
Beth Revis shares some SOLSTICE cover love
Lisa and Laura Roecker and Stasia Ward Kehoe marvel over MOONGLASS
Megan Miranda and Veronica Rossi delve into DIVERGENT
Shana Silver shows her desire for DEMONGLASS
Sarah Frances Hardy wants to be just LIKE MANDARIN
Christine Fonseca is in love with DARK AND HOLLOW PLACES with a giveaway
Hey, am I right or am I right?
Today, I'm featuring a book that you'll want to get once it arrives on stores on or around May 24th: PUTTING MAKEUP ON DEAD PEOPLE by Jen Violi. Here's the Goodreadish blurb:
In the spring of her senior year, Donna Parisi finds new life in an unexpected place: a coffin.Since her father’s death four years ago, Donna has gone through the motions of living: her friendships are empty, she’s clueless about what to do after high school graduation, and her grief keeps her isolated, cut off even from the one parent she has left. That is until she’s standing in front of the dead body of a classmate at Brighton Brothers’ Funeral Home. At that moment, Donna realizes what might just give her life purpose is comforting others in death. That maybe who she really wants to be is a mortician.
This discovery sets in motion a life Donna never imagined was possible. She befriends a charismatic new student, Liz, notices a boy, Charlie, and realizes that maybe he's been noticing her, too, and finds herself trying things she hadn’t dreamed of trying before. By taking risks, Donna comes into her own, diving into her mortuary studies with a passion and skill she didn’t know she had in her. And she finally understands that moving forward doesn’t mean forgetting someone you love.
Jen Violi’s heartfelt and funny debut novel is a story of transformation—how one girl learns to grieve and say goodbye, turn loss into a gift, and let herself be exceptional...at loving, applying lipstick to corpses, and finding life in the wake of death.
The minute I saw the title, I knew I had to read this book. I managed a pathology department lab for over five years. I've observed autopsies and worked hand-in-hand with funeral directors, some of whom were smart and kind and funny and others that made crazy demands involving helicopters and taking showers in industrial bleach.
One of the funniest things about working in that environment is that it's one of the most morbid but life-affirming places to be. Every time you turn around, people are making VERY non-PC jokes about cadavers, because that's what you've got to do to stay sane when you're working around death all the time. And in the process, that whole death thing ceases to be so scary and becomes something that can be okay if you want it to.
So with that kind of experience, you can imagine how I approached this book. Would it capture that strange combo of completely inappropriate joking mixed with profound moments that stick with you for years afterward?
It did.
Unlike most death books, this isn't so much of a tear jerker, and I liked that. It mixes the obligatory heavy moments with situations that made me snarf things out my nose even though I knew I shouldn't be. It doesn't make light of death exactly. But in dealing with all the minutiae (what kind of casket? what color foundation?), death becomes something that's possible to come to terms with. It's a completely different approach for a YA book about death--and I LOVE that. Sometimes the death books blend together in my mind. But this one will always stand out in my mind as a quirky read of funereal awesomeness.
It's supposed to be on shelves at the end of May. If you read, I'd love to hear what you think!
While you're at it; check out what the other Bookanistas are up to. Both MOONGLASS and DIVERGENT are on the shelves this week, so huge congrats to Jessi and Veronica!
Shelli Johannes-Wells gives us THE ROYAL TREATMENT
Elana Johnson hosts a blog tour stop for 101 SUCCESS SECRETS FOR GIFTED KIDS with a giveaway
Shannon Messenger adores THE DAY BEFORE plus a giveaway
Carolina Valdez Miller is passionate about POSSESSION and gives away an ARC
Beth Revis shares some SOLSTICE cover love
Lisa and Laura Roecker and Stasia Ward Kehoe marvel over MOONGLASS
Megan Miranda and Veronica Rossi delve into DIVERGENT
Shana Silver shows her desire for DEMONGLASS
Sarah Frances Hardy wants to be just LIKE MANDARIN
Christine Fonseca is in love with DARK AND HOLLOW PLACES with a giveaway
BIG POINTY THINGS OF DEATH
Have you ever had a conversation and then thought, "Now, THAT should be in a book"?
Last night, Slayer asked what I'd been up to during the day, and I said, "I did some blog interviews. Got to talk about you some too, and how sexy it is when you hit shuriken out of thin air."
"You've seen that?" he asked.
I wonder if he thought he was invisible too.
"Yep. Not this black belt test, but the last one."
"Oh." He shrugged. "Well, I don't understand what's so impressive. I mean, it's just hitting things out of the air...BIG POINTY THINGS OF DEATH."
I'd like to write a book named BIG POINTY THINGS OF DEATH. Any ideas on what it could be about? Other than an invisible guy who can hit things out of the air, of course.
Last night, Slayer asked what I'd been up to during the day, and I said, "I did some blog interviews. Got to talk about you some too, and how sexy it is when you hit shuriken out of thin air."
"You've seen that?" he asked.
I wonder if he thought he was invisible too.
"Yep. Not this black belt test, but the last one."
"Oh." He shrugged. "Well, I don't understand what's so impressive. I mean, it's just hitting things out of the air...BIG POINTY THINGS OF DEATH."
I'd like to write a book named BIG POINTY THINGS OF DEATH. Any ideas on what it could be about? Other than an invisible guy who can hit things out of the air, of course.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Things That Make Me Snarf - Sexy Car Wash
I laughed so hard that I nearly DIED.
I'm also fully prepared for you to hate me for this. BRING IT.
I'm also fully prepared for you to hate me for this. BRING IT.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Excuses, Excuses
My daughters are four, so they are full of excuses (and stories about zombie seahorses, which they told to my friend Kelly as we were ramping up for the most awesome library Skype visit EVAR). And last night, I was telling my husband about this annoying situation, the details of which aren't particularly important. Someone was supposed to do something, and they didn't, and they are full of excuses. And before you start wondering if it's you, IT ISN'T. :)
So he says, "What kind of excuses? The kind the girls use when they don't want to go to bed?" And I thought, THAT'S BRILLIANT! I now have an excuse for all occasions!
I'm sorry, morgage people. I would have paid you, but I'M NOT TIRED!!!!
I'm sorry, officer. I know I was speeding, but I NEEDED THE MUSIC ON!!!!
I'm sorry, editor. I know I owed you a book today, but SHE WON'T GET OUT OF MY BED!!!!
I'm sorry, American Idol. I know it upset you when I said all your contestants look like Muppets, but I NEED PANTS!!!!
That's right. One of my daughters woke up and refused to go back to sleep one night because she wanted pants. It's funny now. At 2 AM, my sense of humor is somewhat impaired.
What's the worst excuse you've ever heard?
So he says, "What kind of excuses? The kind the girls use when they don't want to go to bed?" And I thought, THAT'S BRILLIANT! I now have an excuse for all occasions!
I'm sorry, morgage people. I would have paid you, but I'M NOT TIRED!!!!
I'm sorry, officer. I know I was speeding, but I NEEDED THE MUSIC ON!!!!
I'm sorry, editor. I know I owed you a book today, but SHE WON'T GET OUT OF MY BED!!!!
I'm sorry, American Idol. I know it upset you when I said all your contestants look like Muppets, but I NEED PANTS!!!!
That's right. One of my daughters woke up and refused to go back to sleep one night because she wanted pants. It's funny now. At 2 AM, my sense of humor is somewhat impaired.
What's the worst excuse you've ever heard?
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