Monday, October 29, 2012

Why Musicians Get Laid So Much

Okay--I know that's a terrible title for a blog post, but in enjoying the fruits of an Amazon gift card my Girl Scout moms gave me after our trip to San Francisco, I recently ordered some CDs. Now, I realize my taste in music is somewhat eclectic (read: inconsistent), but something all three of the albums I bought have in common is amazing songwriting (and I'm not talking about cheesy ballads, despite the presence of one or two cheesy guitar riffs).

Anyway, you know the songs I'm talking about: the kind that scream about lost love and late nights, bad breakups and running away. The inability to forget someone, even after so many years; being haunted by breathily uttered words and the hot touch of another's skin on your own. Maybe it all sounds cliche,  but I'm not the only one impressed with The Gaslight Anthem's latest effort, since Nick Hornby wrote them a page-long endorsement of sorts for their inside cover.

Maybe I should be embarrassed about being old enough to remember a time pre-alternative rock, back when guitars ruled and the original KPRI was the premier radio station in San Diego, but I don't care--if the music speaks to me, I'm going to keep listening.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Impossible Crushes

Amid the no-man's land between filing for divorce and having my freedom actually granted, finding myself a quasi-single-girl has gotten me thinking about crushes. The miserable, the thrilling, the good, the bad, and the ugly, I cringe at the idea of going through it again. Because I remember how it felt, remember each unique individual in painstaking detail.

Unfortunately, I can't say many of them remember me (then again, maybe that's a good thing, since not everyone ages with equal grace). But that's the nature of a crush, isn't it? Lonely admiration granted from afar fights for air time with the urge to make contact, to hurry things along, even if you know the outcome is destined to be terminal. So many reasons why it can't happen war with the heart-felt desire to make it so, damn the consequences. Or maybe he's just not that into you, and you should knock it off already and stop obsessing.

So, yeah. Guess that's why I write teen fiction--the angst never truly goes away, no matter how many years it's been. Because it's impossible to forget those feelings. Especially when they come knocking afresh. 

Monday, October 8, 2012


Okay. Just typing that title made it feel cliche to me, but it's true, so I'm keeping it.

Anyway...a lot has happened in the past month. I left my husband of twenty years, and I got my first book deal, albeit in the form of an e-book. Divorce sucks--I'm not going to glamorize it. Suffice it to say, there's a reason lawyers have vacation homes. About the e-book, though, I'm really excited! Looking forward to sharing more info on it soon.