So there I was, weeks of summer left. Normally I would seize this time and hurry to finish another manuscript before school started. Instead, I did everything but. After a while, the guilt and the fear got tiring, and I let it go.
And now I'm off to have lunch with some friends. Have a great week, everyone!
5. I have a secret goal I've never told anyone about. Someday, when I'm so independent I can take care of myself in every way, I'd like to move to the mountains and become one of those writers who doesn't venture into civilization or do anything but, well, write. But that's a long ways away yet, because for me, that independence requires being able to fix my own car, to kick an intruder's butt, to grow food, and do my own plumbing. The reason I bring this up is because I am one step closer, considering I fixed my own shower drain this week. Whoo-hoo!
Have a great week, everyone!
This is the day I've been working towards ever since I was, oh, maybe five years old. Even then, I was writing stories. Granted, the handwriting was horrible and the plot was pretty much nonexistent, but I kept at it. And now, all these years later, I can walk into a Barnes & Noble and find a story I actually wrote on the shelf. It's an overwhelming feeling, seeing that. Surreal and wonderful and terrifying all at once. I won't tell you guys about my path to publication - it's been told so many times before - so I'll just leave you with this:
Don't give up on your dreams. Even when it seems like it's never going to happen, it's just too far out of reach, keep going. Keep fighting and hoping and believing that something amazing will occur and the impossible is possible. Because something like this could come out of it.
Elizabeth Caldwell doesn’t feel emotions . . . she sees them in human form. Longing hovers around the shy, adoring boy at school. Courage materializes beside her dying friend. Fury and Resentment visit her abusive home. They’ve all given up on Elizabeth because she doesn’t succumb to their touch. All, that is, except beautiful Fear, who sometimes torments her and other times plays her compassionate savior. He’s obsessed with finding the answer to one question: What happened to Elizabeth to make her this way?
They both sense that the key to Elizabeth’s condition is somehow connected to the paintings of her dreams, which show visions of death and grief that raise more questions than answers. But as a shadowy menace begins to stalk her, Elizabeth’s very survival depends on discovering the truth about herself. When it matters most, she may not be able to rely on Fear to save her.
“Haunting, chilling and achingly romantic.”—
"An utterly original, compelling story—with maybe the most irresistible love interest of all."—
New York Times
bestselling author of the Evernight series
"...teens will find this a haunting and fresh psychological thriller."—
3. The Walking Dead
4. New Girl
What shows are you watching?
A friend told me that if I didn't take a picture of this moment, I would regret it forever. So, without further ado, the signature that changed my life. Wait, is that a bit over dramatic, maybe? No. No, I don't think so. (We only had a cell phone camera on us, so the quality isn't showcase-worthy. Sorry about that. Also sorry about the severe, I'm-such-a-serious-writer expression.)
How would you celebrate? Have a great week, you guys!
4. I absolutely cannot wait until I lay eyes on the cover for Some Quiet Place, you guys. My editor and I have been toying with a few ideas, and I think it's going to be fabulous. I don't mean to tease - because I honestly can't show you anything - but it'll be worth the wait. Promise.
5. This is my new favorite song.
And someone had.
Is this just young adult? Is there anything wrong with it? I honestly don't know. In certain circumstances I know I've gotten a bit irritated, but usually I can just roll with it if the story and the writing is good. (Of course, I may end up eating these words later if I decided I need to incorporate some instant love in one of my own books.)
What are your thoughts on instant love?
Oh, and you might be wondering what happened with me and Ramsey. Did we ever speak? Did we dare to meet under the moonlight and sneak a kiss? Uh, no. What we did do was exchange gifts we bought in the camp gift shop: a bracelet for me, a hackey-sack for him. Yeah. I know. I think he smiled at me and said, "Thanks." I blushed and darted back to the safety of my friends. The week went by - a week of shy smiles and quick glances - and camp drew to an end.