Heading for Providence….Rhode Island.

I have a bad feeling I’m not going to get another chance to do this before Wednesday night…so everyone have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

I’m being whisked off to the east coast for an unprecedented SECOND TIME this year…AND I’m going to be brave and go carry-on only. Dunn-dunn-dunnnnn!!! Cynical broadcast from yet-to-be-determined airport pending!

But really, I’ll be happy to get there. I haven’t spent Thanksgiving with my family in about…five years? And the family just got a little bigger…

That’s Oscar the Goldendoodle (don’t get me started on hybrid dog breeds)! And next to him is my brand new niece, Audrey. :) She’s a hybrid of my sister Charlotte and her husband Mike. Jk, guys…ok not really. Audrey is the very first grandchild in my family…I’m also told she spits up A LOT. But hey, nothing I’m not used to with dogs, right…? Audrey and I are going to be very well-acquainted by Sunday because S somehow managed to end up NOT coming with me on this trip AGAIN, so Charlotte, Audrey, and I are going to be ~*ROOMMATES*~. I see this as a perfect exercise in birth control. In fact, depending on how the weekend goes, I may recommend this experience to anyone thinking about having sex. :D

But REALLY, she is cute…and I’m going to see if I can start refining her tastes in YA early… Heh. Maybe I’ll bring a copy of my WIP, and if she pukes on it, I will know it needs work.

Besides spending time with Charlotte and Audrey, my mom and dad will be visiting from Syracuse, and we’re all staying with my unofficial godparents in their really cool Frank Lloyd Wright-style house thathas a gas fireplace and a built-into-the-wall coffee machine that makes individual cups of coffee at the press of a button. I have big plans for that thing…and the fireplace. My unofficial godmother, Maryellen, is a FANTASTIC chef…if I only survive one leg of my travels, I hope it is the first one so I at least get to stuff my face with her food. YUM! Stuffing is my all-time favorite part of Thanksgiving…followed closely by pumpkin pie, but it must be drowned in cool whip.

Once I have succeeded in the stuffing of my face…or putting stuffing IN my face, I plan to hunker down for some cutthroat Scrabble!! (You know you are DYING to be in my family, we are SO exciting). I have been practicing, and I know everyone’s weaknesses…my dad does himself in with double consonants EVERY SINGLE TIME. I may have to slay him with bookkeeper. ~*laughs evilly*~. Although I have this uncanny ability to form dirty/silly words with my pieces…and then, you know, I must USE those words…but I give myself away every time, like when I spelled G-O-N-A-D and for some reason it struck me funny, and the whole game had to be paused for ten minutes until I could pull myself off the floor and breathe again…guess you had to be there. But srsly,  it is MORE FUN to spell things besides G-O and A-F-T-E-R and D-I-D. But the game does not reward it! You should get bonus points for creativity in scrabble, no?  

SO, is anyone else travelling this fine most-traveled-weekend-of-the-year? Where are you going? What are your favorite Thanksgiving traditions? Games? And most importantly…favorite FOODS??



Yesterday was my queryversary…one month since I sent my first queries. I’ve sent more since then, but I’ve had enough rejections already to fall off my initial I’m-subbing! high.

On her blog today Kristin Nelson gave a brief list of what children’s editors are looking for right now. This was the very first thing she listed:

“Looking for contemporary stories with a paranormal element. Contemporary main story with just a touch of paranormal.”



The Summertime Prince

This is not a teaser…and anyway it’s officially not Tuesday anymore.

I wrote this poem almost two years ago. It’s about the guy who um, initially inspired the *love interest* in MIND FIRE, which I had begun around the same time. Writing the poem got me excited to finish the novel, ~*mah first novel*~, so…it’s definitely not the greatest, but it is special.


The Summertime Prince


For twenty years, he’s carried that staff

selling his pretzels, with a bow, and a laugh.

Wooing young maids in his Renaissance style

light kiss on the fingers, a dazzling smile.

But mums guard your daughters the rest of the year

he’s a shape-shifting dragon, or so I do hear

Come winter, a pirate’s ship he will sail,

down to New Orleans, into port with a hail!

To tend bar for his brethren of fallen souls

writers, actors, politicians, he’ll wear all their clothes

Even a mendicant mask, he dons with a wince

he’s no stranger to it, this summertime prince.

And when the last snow melts from the gray New York skies,

“Tis time for the Festival!” home again he will fly

To wield staff anew, and break a young girl’s heart

in the deep Sterling woods, romance is his art.

Those blue eyes will settle on full ruby lips,

nothing taken for granted, curving bust, swaying hips.

And with a “Huzzah!” grasps his naïve young lass

In beautiful talons, she’s his prey, oh alas.


Desk Revision

Okay so back on July 8th I was in DEEP. I was revising, revising, revising the MS I finally queried two weeks ago…and I was deep in Office Splat. I would like to proclaim that I ~finally~ rented that excavator and managed to pull myself from the heap. Being the day after Halloween, it was much like pulling myself from a GRAVE. :) But I PREVAILED, and here is my PROOF:

                           FOUR MONTHS AGO                                                 TODAY

SAD that it took this long. But hey, at least it HAPPENED! I actually sorted, threw away, and *filed* all those papers (after prying the file cabinet open with a crowbar – it fought NOBLEY for retirement). But I did leave the sticky notes…actually, there have been several sticky note additions, but you know, they don’t really get in the way so much as remind me WHY I’M HERE.

S was so ecstatic, he took me out to The Cheesecake Factory to celebrate, poor guy. He suffers in silence. He also suggested that my ~*creative energies*~ might flow more freely with the chaos gone…I was actually worrying the opposite when he said it, but my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth in chocolate-peanut-butter cup-cookie-dough cheesecake, so I just nodded.

Moral of the story: Your desk will not eat you…unless you let down your guard. SIT STRONG my fellow writers, we’re in this together.