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Archive for April, 2009
Sunday, April 26th, 2009
This past week I did a little traveling, and hit up my first book club event. It went really well and I enjoyed myself immensely, which of course got me thinking about my own book club. Which I don’t have, as I’ve never been a member of a book club. I’ve always liked the idea of one, but either my friends don’t read as much as me or I move states, and any initial discussions of a book club are quashed. But maybe with the advent of social networking and Skype I can cull together a spread out group of friends and get them all to read the same book. Just once. Thoughts?
The other thing I did this week while traveling was type. I like the idea of writing on the train but I don’t manage it very well, because… I don’t type normally. Don’t get me wrong, I type fast, but I don’t use all my fingers. Just one on my left hand and about three on my right. I think this is because I quit piano lessons before I had really mastered using the left hand. But on the upside, a friend once told me I look like I’m playing Rachmaninoff when I type, so I think my old piano teacher would be pleased.
Happy Reading everyone!
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Sunday, April 19th, 2009
I like to think myself an animal lover. I grew up with a dog always in the house, a series of cats, and innumerable goldfish, won at various school fairs (I was a champ at the goldfish toss. In college I related those skills to beer pong, but I digress…)
Unfortunately, for a very long time, I lived in a building that did not allow pets. So, when I began writing, I gave my characters pets, if only to live a little vicariously. In Compromised, Gail and Max were both attached to their horses, QueenBee and Jupiter. Phillippa, in Revealed, is rarely without her little Pomeranian, Bitsy. When I moved recently to a pet-friendly building, the idea began to build in me to actually, you know, get a pet. But oh! The trepidation!
Cat or Dog? Dogs must be walked — and in the city that means the walker has to pick up the dog’s, er, business. Cats are more independent, you do not have to be home at a certain time or keep to a schedule with them, but in a tiny apartment a litter box is not easy to conceal, by sight nor smell. And what breed? What size? Kitten or puppy or full grown or purebred or rescued animal? Dry food or canned?
So complete was my lack of decision-making I bought no fewer than 4 books on pet ownership, (everything I know I learned from books; its my way) before I finally decided it was too big a change, too big a responsibility, too big an infringement on my independence, to own so much as a sea monkey.
And then, this weekend, I dog sat for a friend of mine.
People, I am in love with this freaking dog. She’s a happy, demanding ball of fluffy pocket-sized energy that I would normally mock as not actually a dog, and is currently sleeping on my feet.
I have to give her back on Monday.
I think I’m doomed. Dog-napping’s not a federal offense, right?
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Monday, April 6th, 2009
Hi everyone – I want to thank everyone for entering my first ever contest. From Savich and Sherlock to Shaggy and Scooby Doo you guys plumbed the depths of your favorite investigative partnerships. All five winners have been notified via email – but I want to give a special shout out to April, for her deep and devoted love to the movie K-9, which was truly the most passionate and inspired entry I received. If you entered, check your email, and congratulations to all the winners!
In other news, I spent this weekend on the road. I love a good road trip – I don’t drive all that often — living in New York City, I mostly take the bus or subway to get to where I need to go. When I visit my family, planes and trains are the mode of transport, rarely automobiles. So when I get into the car, and drive all day, it’s an experience I relish.
On a road trip, I’m allowed fast food. Don’t tell me you can drive past 400 Arbys and not stop at one for a jamocha shake. And I always have an inlaid stock of twizzlers, diet coke, and cookies with some form of chip in them. Fritos, too. Love fritos. Never eat them at home. Calories consumed during a road trip don’t count.
I also allow myself book tapes. I’m a little of a book purist (It must be read to be understood!) but that’s really just an act because I can’t listen to book tapes on my ipod. I’m afraid I’ll be sitting on the subway and burst out laughing at something in the story and people will call the transpo police on the crazy blonde, laughing to herself in the third car. So this weekend, it was me, the open road, twizzlers and David Handler. I had a wonderful time. What about you guys? Do you have any road trip rules?
Happy Reading, everyone!
P.S. Occasionally I stopped the book and listened to a little radio. Who is the Florida person and why did he cover Right Round by Dead or Alive? Did he think he could top the fabulous video they did in the 80s with the flags from color guard? There is no topping the flags from color guard!
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