Author Secrets Revealed...

...Or, what I did when I finished my most recent book.

As you can see from the picture of me at left, finishing a book is really workin' for me. Better, even, than plastic surgery. As of now,I'm a ringer for Charlize Theron.


I tended my lucky bamboo. The poor thing needs tending. That baby has been repeatedly chewed almost to death by my lucky-bamboo eating cats, Tom and Ed. I mean really. My cats ate my lucky bamboo? That's just pathetic.
So I got this bitter spray-on stuff at the pet store. Every other day, I spray it on my lucky bamboo. The cats taste it, throw up--and leave the bamboo alone for at least a couple of weeks. Until they forget how gross it tastes and try again. And hurl again. On my desk. Oh, yes. So the bitter yucky spray is enough to keep my luck alive--yet not really thriving, and definitely scarred. There's a life lesson in here somewhere....

I spent more time on MYSPACE than usual. There I learned that Meg Cabot is really funny. She's got three or four videos on her page. The one on neck creping is especially meaningful and deep.

And what about that Jill Monroe? Her AuthorTalk interviews--with Gena Showalter and with herself--yes. That's what I said. Herself. Are amazing and also make you want to spray your morning coffee all over your keyboard. Here's a link to the incredible Ms. Jill's blog where she put up both interviews on the same post. Now, that is talent, ladies and gents.

Oh, and I'm like, cooking. As a rule, I don't cook much. Who has time for that when they're chained to a keyboard? Not I.

But during my brief days of freedom from page goals, I've roasted a chicken, made beef stew and goulash. Okay, not exactly gourmet delights. But you know, I've always wanted to make goulash. Try to find a hambone these days, folks. We need an actual real-life butcher around here. Not just a chi-chi meat counter at the local supermarket. So I settled for hamhocks. Story of my life.

What else? Oh, I sent my website updates to my webmistress. And I'm writing a proposal. The proposal is actual writing, so it's a little bit of being responsible within these few wild days of freedom.

Okay, gotta check on the goulash....