Sparkly Green Wisdom

Hello my darlings! Do you remember at various times in your youth, someone older than you would espouse wisdom of what your later years would look like? Sometimes it would be a very old person, touting the knowledge of decades of experience. Sometimes it would be someone seven years older than you and you had to fight the very real desire to dump your strawberry milkshake in their bra. Wait…what were we talking about? No. Right. Wisdom. I’m a pretty open-minded person, so as people have dropped these nuggets of knowledge on me in my life, I always try accept them as the truth. But even still, it’s so hard to imagine how it will really apply to you. When I was a teen, and ever so slightly less open-minded about other people being right, I PSSSH’d my way out of those conversations with what I felt was my crystal clear vision of how life was. When people tell me those things now, I nod, too terrified to speak. Today is my birthday. I’m somehow turning thirty-three, although that seems like a miscount. I’m very okay with being thirty-three. I think. I mean, I have a little arthritis in my knees, and my right leg always aches when low pressure systems roll in, but other than that, I feel about eighteen on a good day. I have blue and pink hair! I’m not old! I don’t own any t-shirts that aren’t graphics based! I have more pairs of brightly colored Chucks than I do dress shoes! I AM NOT OLD YOU SHUT YER MOUTH YOU SHUT IT NOW. People have told me my whole life, “The older you get, the more confident you will be with yourself.” In high school, they told me that so I would stop crying...

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All in the Family

Hello my loves! Yesterday was a dramatic day for our little family. I was out shopping with my tots who are home on Summer Break when I noticed several missed calls from my mom. I’d been planning to drop some things off at her house and assumed she was checking to see when we’d arrive. Not so much. She explained, quite calmly, she had  fallen off her front porch and was lying in the bushes. Some background: Over the last four years or so, my mom now seventy-two-year-old mom has broken her leg twice. And I don’t mean like, aww, here’s a cute cast and crutches. I mean like, HOLY DAMN HOW COULD ANYONE SURVIVE SHATTERED BONES LIKE THIS OMG. Each time she has broken that poor leg, she ends up in a rehabilitation home for months after surgery to repair said shattered bones. Plus she has the weird clotty blood gene thing. So when she falls, PANIC. I tore across town, trying to relay to the children that Nana had fallen and we were going to go help her, all the while keeping that kind of creepy cheerful Mom voice and white-knuckling my steering wheel. We get to my parents’ house and there sits my dad on the front porch, and there’s my mom. In the friggin’ bushes. Thanks to her wonky leg, if she falls, it’s hard to get up. But yesterday we had the added treat of her having landed on her arm which we were pretty damn sure was broken. Also worth noting: My mom has a bit of an ambulance phobia, and was forbidding me from going all 911 on the situation. I called my sister-in-law who lives two blocks over to see if she could hang with my kids once I figured out...

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A Very Fizzy BEA

Hello my darlings! I know I’m late with the BEA wrap-up posts, but I took a very much needed week off after I crawled home from my latest venture to NYC. Now, people who are far better suited than I have done the official BEA round-ups and I will leave the technical aspects to them. Instead, I will share with you my favorite moments from this magical trip. 1. THAT SOUND YOU HEARD I can’t even describe how much awesome was crammed into Javits this year. Much awesome. Everyone was an absolute delight. I went in thinking I would grab no more than five ARCs to lug home and left with like 20. It seemed like everyone I’ve ever known had a signing and I HAD TO GO. Even still, I missed out on several which will haunt me always. I had the amazing experience of everyone I knew from Twitter actually being more awesome in real life. I regret deeply not being able to hang around longer with so many of those lovely folks, but I’m glad we at least got to have a flail, a sweaty hug, and squeals of glee. Speaking of glee squeals… If you were inside the beast of a building that is Javits, you at times might have heard a noise reminiscent of a cat being stepped on but somehow being really damn excited about it. That sound was me. And I’d just come across someone awesome. (See topic 1.) In case anyone I met doubted before, they are now quite certain, yes I do SQUEE in real life. Loudly.   2. THE LIGHTEST OF WEIGHTS I’m not a big drinker. Maybe twice a year I’ll have a drink at a conference or similar. So, when I do go have one, that’s usually it....

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Charlie McPeeperson

Hello my darlings! I’m getting all revved and ready to head to BEA this week, and with that comes my now annual freak out over what to wear. (Priorities, yeah?) As per usual, my main issue is always shoes. Apparently I can’t wear Chucks with everything. Which I think is wrong. But I digress. I decided to run out and see if I could find a pair of grown-up looking black flats to wear with a dress (that’s covered in kitties, because I don’t want to be too grown up) and set off to the local shoe store. As I was driving, jamming out to some tragically unhip music, I saw a thing in the road in front of me. I thought it was either trash, or a fallen critter, but I slowed down anyway because I don’t like to run over things since I never know exactly what they are. Just as I passed over the thing, it moved. It was a bird. And this may be my brain filling in details, but I swear I could see it look at me. I freaked out thinking I’d squished it, or hoped it had flown away, but when I looked in my rear view, it was still standing there. There was a big line of cars behind me and I couldn’t pull over in that spot, so I zoomed down, turned around in someone’s driveway, parked my car in the grass (complete with warning flashers because EMERGENCY BIRDY RESCUE) and took off running. I watched four cars drive over that poor bird. The fifth one was over him when I reached the spot and they of course stopped to ask if I needed any help. I assume this was because I was a frantic person hauling ass down the...

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Fizzy Fangirling – An Interview with Bridget Smith

Hello my darlings! Today, I bring you an interview with the incredibly wonderful Bridget Smith, literary agent with Dunham Literary, Inc. Bridget is an absolute delight. She’s also so classy I thought about doctoring up my blog with lace doilies or something to add a dash of sophistication to the joint. In lieu of doilies, I’ll just try to keep the swearing to a minimum. Let’s get to know Bridget, shall we? 1. Let’s start with the basics: How long have you been an agent, and what made you dive into this wacky business in the first place? I’ve been working at Dunham Literary for almost three years, and I opened to queries about a year after that. It’s a small company, so I do a little (well, really, a lot) of everything here, building my own list of clients in addition to my other responsibilities. I started working in publishing after I abruptly decided not to go to grad school in my senior year of college. I had no idea what I could do with an anthropology degree, but I’d always been one of those kids who had to have books banned from the dinner table and to be kept OUT of my book-filled bedroom as a punishment, so publishing seemed like a natural choice! I got an internship at an agency and a part-time job at a used bookstore, and after nearly a year of working and reading and applying to jobs, Jennie Dunham hired me as her assistant. It was a great fit right from the start, and I’ve been here ever since! 2. What genres do you rep? I rep middle grade, YA, and adult in a variety of genres. I’ll do pretty much anything in children’s – there’s a lot more genre overlap and flexibility...

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