Category: LHA

So here’s something most of you don’t know about me – my hair started turning white when I was 18. “No big deal,” I thought. “Crazy stray hairs. I’ll just pluck them out.”

That stopped when I started resembling a half-plucked chicken. I reached for the bottle, the hair dye bottle.

I color my hair because if you are 18, or 26 or 34 or even 44 (almost, my birthday is a few months) you might not want white hair. However, dying my hair is expensive and a pain, so sometimes I let it go too long and then I have this thick white stripe running along my part and my children won’t be seen with me in public, and my husband tactfully suggests hats.

Have you read SPEAK? Find the description of Hairwoman. Yep, that’s my hair, folks. Whenever life hands you trauma, stick it in a book.

So anyways all of this backstory is to explain that I took a Giant Step yesterday. I went to my new hairdresser. This is a scary thing for a woman of a certain age and I was petrified. But it turned out great and now small children don’t run away screaming when they see me in public.

The reason, of course, for this beautification is my TV appearance tomorrow. I’ll be on “Bridge Street with Rick and Julie”, channel 9 in Syracuse, tomorrow morning. We will be taping at the State Fair – NewsChannel 9 Media Center on Chevrolet Court, to be precise. Do you know who else might make a surprise appearance? Katrina, formerly known as Hurricane Katrina!

I sure hope that Media Center is under a big roof. If it isn’t, you can tune in tomorrow and watch me do my drowned rat imitation. A drowned rat with very nice hair, I might add.

Made my writing goal yesterday and have a good chance of making it today. The story has turned darker but my Main Character still cracks me up. I love it when the writing is flowing and a character does or says something that makes me laugh out loud as I type it. All is right with the world when that happens.

Well, it’s official – Meredith is at college.

BH and I drove down to Mer’s dad’s & stepmom’s house on Friday. We had a great family evening and a yummy breakfast the next morning. (Yay for blueberry pancakes!) Then we packed up a couple cars, and headed for Lancaster. It didn’t take long to get everything in her room. She’s a pretty organized kid. So we had plenty of time to walk around campus and spend a fortune in the gift shop.

So, yeah, she’s flown the nest. But I am not freaking out. I think I got that all out of my system when she graduated. That was all about good-byes. Taking her to college was all about hellos to new people and experiences. I know she’s going to do great and have a blast, so I’m not sad.

As we left Lancaster for the long drive home, we swung by Bethlehem to see Steph for a couple hours. We would have stopped at J’s college, too, but she was working. Got home way too late, but it was worth it.

Oh, and I brought Wawa coffee home (ground coffee, not in a cup). And I hate, hate, hate Rt. 222 between Lancaster and Allentown. Ack.

Note to Max and couple other people who asked about this: Yes, I am going to put some draft pages of various novels on the website. But I don’t see how it’s going to happen before November.

Now I have to write, write, write, write, write, write….. you get my drift.

*thinking about the hurricane, praying for safety*

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I threw out half of my Work In Progress yesterday. Deleted eighty pages.

I knew it was going to come to this. Saw it coming back in July when scenes started cropping up that just didn’t feel right. I don’t regret it, but I sure do wish I had the time back that I spent on them.

This really feels like breaking up with someone that you know in your head you should break up with but your heart keeps reminding you of the “good days.”

Sigh. I just hope I threw out the right eighty pages.

We went to Auburn last night to visit my aunt who was in the hospital for ominous “procedures”. I walked in prepared for the worst and pretty upset about it because this aunt has been a really big part of my life. I think a lot of my personality comes from her influence. As usual, she blew me away. She was much stronger than I thought and she had a fantastic attitude about her diagnosis and treatment options. I floated out of there, so grateful so have women like her in my life.

I leave in a few minutes to argue with a bank that has put a Hold on my account because it is less than 30 days old. Now mind you, the money in that account came in the form of a BANK CHECK which is basically as good as cash. (This was when I was transferring all my accounts up here.) And the problem is that when I deposited the money, they didn’t tell me there would be a hold on it. So, fool that I am, I went and wrote several important checks to pay for my quarterly tax installments. Which will bounce if the bank doesn’t release the hold. It is a bad thing to bounce your tax payments. Grrrr….

Have been talking to my editors last couple of days and figuring out what my writing and publication schedule will be for the next couple of years. It is scary and exciting. Depending on how the next two months of writing go, my new novel should come out at this time next year. I can’t give you a title yet because the title changes almost everyday.

Thanks to Rebecca in Georgia and Monique in New Jersey for writing great notes that made me smile!!

Once I get back from errands, it will be a quiet writing day. We’ve been doing some construction here, but nobody can show up today with a hammer. Aaahhh… peace…

Oh, wait! Don’t go yet! Check out this interview with Neil Gaiman about his new book!

Had one of those dreams last night that was so intense I was shocked to wake up this morning and find out, that in the waking world, I was a completely different person.

I wonder if there is something that goes on in the brain when I am working hard on a novel that leaves the door open to these kinds of dreams. It’s like the blast furnace of my imagination is cranked up to full roar and I can’t get it to calm down, even when I’m asleep.

This week is already disappearing between my fingers. We leave Friday to take Mer to college. The older girls are already at their schools. They both work with Residence Life, and therefore are bracing themselves for nervous parents and anxious freshman moving in this weekend.

Is anybody reading this going to the New York State Fair next week? I will be there the morning of Wednesday, August 31st, to tape a short segment for a morning television show, Bridge Street, that airs in Syracuse. The focus of the segment will be the upcoming film version of SPEAK. If you are at the fair when we tape, I think you can be in the studio audience. If you care. And if anyone can drag you out of bed that early the week before school starts…

Back to work!