Fifty percent of the members of my critique group (The Garret) have sold their novels this year!
Okay, there are only four of us in the group. :-)
But we’ve been writing, revising, editing, and cheering each other on for several years, so to have TWO of us sell our books within the space of a few weeks felt like winning the lottery twice. We’re hoping to celebrate 100% in book sales before the year is through! Go, Garretistas!
Here’s the Publishers Marketplace blurb for Lee’s - sealy38 - book:
C. Lee McKenzie's BAD ASS ATTITUDE, in which a high school teenage girl, a cutter abandoned by her mother, flees Vegas to find refuge at her unknown paternal grandmother's ranch in California, to Evelyn Fazio at Westside Books, for publication in Fall 2009 (World).
I’m going to the Oregon SCBWI conference tomorrow. [Edited to add: At which the talented lisa_schroeder will be speaking!] I haven’t been to a conference in, like, five years. The last one I attended was the national SCBWI conference in New York, where I met my friend Yvonne. We bonded over lunch, and stayed in touch via email. She invited me to apply to her crit group, I did, and was accepted. A few years later, I felt ready to start my own group. The old one was wonderful, but I had trouble keeping up with all the deadlines and requirements. The group I started is much looser and anti-deadline. We manage to provide timely feedback for each other even without deadlines, because we want to read and respond to each other’s work.
My son and I have been reading THE TRUE MEANING OF SMEKDAY together. (I read it first, and loved it so much I couldn’t wait to start reading it to him. I was dying to do the Boov’s voice!) Even though the main character is an eleven-year-old girl – which might have been a deal-breaker for a 10yo boy – she is accompanied by an alien (the Boov), who is on the run from the rest of the aliens. It’s fast-paced and sooo funny. My son laughed so hard at one point that a new space opened up in my heart which now belongs to the author, Adam Rex. “My chest feels like it’s going to explode,” said my son, when he could breathe again. The next day he asked if we could read “some more of that book about the Boov.” This is huge. He’s more of a comic book reader, so to see him eager to return to a novel warmed the cockles of my heart. (Oh, and SMEKDAY has comics in it, too!)
A friend of mine has launched a website for her jewelry. (I always, Anglophilically, want to spell it ‘jewellery.’) She made a gorgeous pair of custom earrings for me. If you’re in the market for some pretty new baubles, check out her site: http://www.katiejeans.com.
My cold veered with unexpected violence into a sinus infection a few days ago. I’ve had sinus infections before, but never one so painful that my entire face hurt. When I looked in the mirror, I was surprised that my cheeks were not swelling into purplish-red pockets of throbbing pain … because that’s how they felt on the inside. I was able to persuade the Keepers of the Antibiotic to give me some without a pilgrimage to the urgent care clinic. Last year at this time I was suffering from a (less vicious but still persistent) sinus infection, and had to beg for a prescription two weeks after my visit to the doctor, where the primary person on duty had told me condescendingly, “You have a cold.” I can’t help but refer back to last year’s gratitude:
And it came to pass that on the 21st day, Lisa did beseech the Jealous Keeper of the Antibiotic for relief. With heart and sinuses full of hope and green mucous, respectively, she did make her petition. And lo, unto Lisa was delivered the miracle medicine. And the powerful pills did slay the infidel infection with the righteous wrath of the Lord and the might of modern medicine. And Lisa did sing hosannas unto the Lord and the Amoxicillin for many days.
Happy weekend, everyone!