It’s true. ‘My So-Called Bollywood Life’ is moving from Fall 2016 to Spring 2017. I’m so sorry guys.
I know this post is crazy late. Blame it on strep if you must. But it is finally here! If you follow me on any of my social media sites, you already know my news. I sold 2 YA books to Crown and option rights to Susan Cartsonis and Gurinder Chadha. It’s amazing. [Read more…]
I know most of you are expecting me to make some sort of awesome announcement, but I’m not ready to do it yet! So ha. Soon, I promise!
What I will tell you is that I saw the movie ‘2 States’ which is a Bollywood flick based on India’s bestselling author Chetan Bhagat’s same-titled novel. I LOVE Chetan Bhagat, and not just because he’s Punjabi (balle, balle). It’s because his books, which are written in English but published in India, are so…normal. They involve heavy issues with ordinary characters living extraordinary lives. Most importantly, his stories aren’t strangers to the big screen. ‘3 Idiots’ was based off of one of his books and that was a super hit movie. That’s why I had such high hopes for ‘2 States.’ [Read more…]
Hello lovely people! I am in the middle of a fun, snowy writer weekend with my darling friend Diane Sismour. We are camping out in this huge party room she has set up over her three car garage. The tri-pane wall windows overlook a rolling field that reaches the edge of the Appalachian Mountains in the distance. The fog has settled over the whole scenery like an artist’s watercolor brush strokes. It’s gorgeous and inspiring all at the same time. Perfect for a pick-me-up after a horrible week, and a fantastic backdrop to what will definitely be a productive weekend!
I’m not going to get excited yet and tell you about what I’m working on because I’d HATE to ruin a surprise, but I will tell you that I’ve been doing a lot of New Adult and Adult Romance reading and I’m absolutely in LOVE with what’s out there. Since Jan 3rd, I’ve finished a mind-boggling amount of books because my brain is just crazy thirty for new authors and new stories. So, to give you guys a peak into what I do when I’m recovering from my MFA residency, here is a list of my favorite books I’ve read this month that I highly recommend you read. Enjoy!
New Adult Fabulousness
- Wait for You- J. Lynn
- Trust in Me- J. Lynn
- Wallbanger- Alice Clayton
- On Dublin Street- Samantha Young
- Searching for Someday- Jennifer Porbst
- Losing It- Cora Carmack
- Isn’t She Lovely- Lauren Layne
Adult Romance Fabulousness
- River Road- Jayne Ann Krentz
- Lover At Last- J.R. Ward
- Dark Wolf- Christine Feehan
- The Perfect Play- Jaci Burton
- Chasing The Game- Jaci Burton
- Taking a Shot- Jaci Burton
- Playing to Win- Jaci Burton
I was sitting in Borders the other day and I overheard this wonderful elderly lady talking to her friend over a cup of coffee. I’m a writer, so naturally, I eavesdropped on their conversation. I was instantly drawn into the most wonderful story I’ve heard in the longest time. I’m going to try to re-tell it for you here. Okay. Here we go.
We heard it on the radio. About the war ending. I was playing with my makeup in the bathroom and i didn’t understand why my father jumped out of his big easy chair and started shouting like a mad man. He was always in that easy chair. If I wanted to talk to him, I would sit on the arm of that chair and I’d still feel as if I was a room away from Daddy. I knew the news about the war was huge for him because he jumped up for a reason other than to get a beer or to go upstairs or something. I could remember clutching my compact. I was so afraid when he started crying. My mom came in and he swept her up in a hug. They started dancing around the living room.
I can still remember my mother shrieking with happiness when my father told her the war was over. She started crying to, and in true Clark Gable style, he leaned in and kissed my mother until she was weak in the knees. My father shouted about beer after that and a lot of people came over to have dinner that night. To celebrate, I guess.
I didn’t realize the significance of the war ending until a year later when my brother came home. Oh my lord, we had such a party that day! My father went to the store to pick up the finest beer that he could find. We went to the pier in our best Sunday clothes. I was so nervous since i was a little girl when my brother left. People used to tell us how lucky he was to have survived the war. There were so many people who lost loved ones. God must have really had a look out for my brother, they used to say. I didn’t know if he would recognize me, so like I said. I was really nervous. There wasn’t any reason to be. When we got to the pier, my god, there were so many people! Everyone was cheering and dancing. Children were hoisted on broad shoulders and streamers were already launched into the air. The ship had just docked when we arrived.
My father was preening like a proud bird. He wouldn’t stop telling everyone about my brother. My mom was wringing wrinkles into the skirt of her dress. I stood their patiently. I had started dating Henry, then. I told him I was going to pick up my brother at the pier and he was a little agitated that I couldn’t spend the day with him. After Henry and I were married though, he joked with my brother about that day.
When my brother came down the plank, he spotted us immediately. I knew there was something different about him just by seeing him across a distance. The noise was so loud, the party was just swelling around us with pride and happiness. My brother jogged down the rest of the plank and he grabbed my mother by her waist. He lifted her high off the ground and twirled her until she shrieked with laughter and tears. my father cried that day, too. He enveloped my brother in the biggest bear hug he could manage and he thudded him on the back for what seemed like a half hour.
We came back to the house and had a glorious party. There was dancing, and singing. People listened to my brother when he spoke about the war. Their mouth’s dropped in awe, their eyes widened in delight, and some of the women gripped the sleeves of their husbands, curling their fingers into the flannel fabric in fear. My mother was no different. She was just as afraid, horrified that her boy was thrust into such a violent world. But she was proud, too. And until my parents died, they remained proud my brother. Their memories faded over the years, but I tell you, they never forgot that day at the pier when my brother came down that plank and twirled my mother in the air. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it either.”
Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!