Commuting To Work With A Witch
Every year on Halloween I give Innocent Husband some new commuting-to-work friends.
Every year he forgets I’m doing it.
Every year he laughs.
I think he’s got a thing for the witch.
On Being A Halloween Ghoul
Wishing you all a spooky Halloween. As always, Innocent Husband and I will sit outside our house dressed as scary ghouls.
We will not move at all until the trick or treaters are within a couple feet of us. They aren’t sure if we’re real or some sort of stuffed thing. While they’re still wondering, we yell, “Boo!” They about jump out of their costumes.
Well. We don’t actually yell, “Boo!” to the little kids. That makes them cry. We don’t want to make anyone cry. We tell the little kids we are “friendly ghouls,” and hold out the candy.
Still, some kids will not approach, even when we wave. The older kids think Mr. and Mrs. Ghoul are hilarious.
I look forward to being a ghoul every year. Is it possible to be a geeky ghoul?
Post your Halloween photos below if you want. I’d love to see them!
Trick or treat!
Throwing My Latest Book Off A Snowy Cliff
This is my latest article in Ms. Career Girl about throwing the book I’m writing now off a snowy cliff.
Here’s the intro:
I am writing my next book and I think it sucks.
I get to this point with every single book I’ve ever written.
And you know what?
It currently does suck.
If a giant ostrich swooped down and carried me off to an unknown island in the middle of the ocean where I could never edit this book again, I would call my husband and tell him to light my laptop on fire and fling it over a snowy cliff so no one could ever read it.
(Click on the link for more whining.)
When Life Gets Tough, The Martindales Bake Cakes
When life gets tough, the Martindales bake cakes. They bake a lot of cakes.
If you like cakes, you might like my latest.
Amazon, less than ten bucks.
Have a lovely day.
And have a slice of cake. It is delicious, as you know.
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N2Q59G8/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?_encoding=UTF8&btkr=1
Heading To Montana To Scream
That shining, GLORIOUS moment in a writer’s life when she looks at the book she is writing and says, “This is the WORST F#@)(#*!@# book you have ever written. Quit now. Head to Montana. Buy a cabin in the woods and just disappear.”
Yes.
That’s where I am.
Have a nice day.
Getting Lost In A Ten Foot Tall Manuscript
I am starting the third edit of my thirteenth novel today.
I am confused, wild-eyed, and craving cupcakes.
I feel like I’m wandering around lost in a ten foot tall manuscript and all the letters are spinning and the words are saying things they should not say and talking cats are jumping out of the pages and lightning is striking and I’m being chased by a snake throwing books at me…sigh…
It’s going to be a long, long day and a long night.
That Mysterious NY Times Bestseller List….
Ever wonder what launches a book onto the New York Times best seller list?
These are my thoughts, written for my column on Ms. Career Girl…
Come And Visit With Me At Powell’s Books
Yes, I’m serving cake at Powell’s in Cedar Hills, Beaverton, on Tuesday night the 26th at 7:00.
This could be seen as a bribe. Perhaps it is. But it’s a tasty bribe.
I will be chatting about my new book, No Place I’d Rather Be.
Please, oh please, come and visit.
My Five Year Old Self
This is a picture I drew of myself when I was, I think, about five.
Clearly I was not destined to become an artist. At least I have a smile on my face and have not drawn myself punching my little brother.
When I was a kid I played outside all the time. I day dreamed. My mother could barely get me to brush my hair because I simply didn’t care. I did care about the fort in our backyard, playing hide and seek and wall ball, and reading books.
I was probably forced to draw this picture of myself but, alas, I still have it and I’m glad I do.
Even if I have mitten hands.
