I would like to point out that A) Smith Magazine has not yet chosen my six-word memoir as their Memoir of the Day, and B) my husband is totally famous.
There's something about seeing your book (and by "your" book I mean "the one I totally helped write"*) on Amazon that feels 15 kinds of awesome. Gives me hope that someday I'll see mine there. I've been dipping my toes into the world of magazine writing (one pitch out - no response) so my novel's on the back burner while I see if I can make money writing shorter stuff. The hardest part is turning off my voice. I don't know if it's habit or total, blinding narcissism but writing neutrally is like pulling teeth. I'm always so envious when people can be chamelionlike. I was never a transformative actor (more ME-ME-ME! than Meryl) and my writing is the same way. I've been reading Jerry Spinelli's Stargirl again and swooning over his talent. I read it the first time right after I gave birth and it was the only thing that kept me sane during the late-night feedings. Yes, the book is for teens and has a slightly goofy cover but argh, it's so good.
Speaking of books and teens, we might as well go ahead and talk Twilight.
I'm just going to come out and say it - Stefenie Meyer can bite me. I think I threw the book across the room six times. I used to read passages to Matt until he held his hands over his ears and yelled at me to stop. The writing is embarrassing and mawkish and if Bella mentioned Edward's "angel face" one more time -
I just threw the book across the room again.
Want to know the worst part? The part that's summed up beautifully here? I'm actually considering reading the next book.
I blame the bad vampires.
* This statement is completely untrue.