New Year’s Eve has always been my favorite holiday. I like the idea of being on the edge of a new start, looking at a clean slate, about to go someplace I’ve never been where I haven’t had a chance yet to track mud across the clean, white floor. This year, I spent it with my beautiful sisters and our families and our friends. There was a lot of food, a lot of fun, and (in my case anyway) a lot of gin. I wore a sparkly skirt and a feathered hat and I had a lovely evening even though my heart was elsewhere…
(My heart is a wanderer and it goes pretty far afield sometimes. It’s not easy to control and doesn’t listen to what I say or take advice from my brain or my gut or any of the other parts of the human body that are known for being wise and practical. But not to worry. It may take a while, but it’ll make it’s way back to me. When it does, it’ll be bruised and a bit tattered maybe, but it’s an intrepid little thing and no matter what happens to it, its never afraid to go back out. The whole point of having a heart is to give it away.)
Anyway, whether it means going to bed at 8:30 or standing in Times Square waiting for a mirrored ball to drop, I hope you started the new year just the way you like. I hope 2013 makes you a little happier, a little wiser, a little more willing to be joyful and silly and free. I hope you’ll keep reading and talking and thinking. I hope you get what you want and it turns out (purely by coincidence) to be exactly what you need too. (I hope those things for myself too. )
Be well, my little chickadees. Be brave and beautiful and strong. Happy, happy New Year!
So, according to the ancient Mayans, the world is going to end in about two weeks. And while I don’t believe that we’re 15ish days out from the apocalypse, it has been on my mind. What if the world was going to end? How would I want to spend this time? Who would I want to spend it with? Would I be brave enough to tell the person I’d want to be with? Or would I let myself be sucked into the black depths of space without ever saying, “Hey, I’d like to be holding your hand when the world explodes.” Should I continue to pay my student loans or what? It’s a lot to think about.
Anyway, even in the face of the impending end of the world, the blog tour continues. On Sunday I was at Booked and Loaded for an interview. Click over there to find out about my favorite scene in Inbetween and what weapon I’d choose if I was fighting zombies. (I hope it never comes to that since my plan for zombie apocalypse is sleeping pills. Lots of them. And wine.)
Today I’m at Speculative Salon talking about fairy tales. Please come over there too.
PS: I thought for sure someone was going to ask me why I included that note about The Princess Bride at the end of Underneath, but so far nothing. What gives people? It’s no fun to know stuff you don’t know if I can’t lord it over you. = )
Hello my little chickadees. My blog tour for Underneath starts today at Fangtastic Books. It’s the first stop on a month long voyage across the interwebs. Come by and see me off! Bring confetti.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Happy Launch Day!
Today is the official publication date for Underneath. You can go over to Amazon and buy it right now if you’d like. After you’ve read it, please let me know what you think. I’m curious (and terrified) to hear your opinions.