It's finally here!
It's been a long while since I've attended to this blog. I guess that between LJ, Facebook, and Twitter I was getting overwhelmed with maintaining an online personality. I have enough trouble maintaining a real life personality. :) But my second book is out today, so I thought I'd take this chance to start again with my blog. I can't promise that it will be interesting or voluminous, but I'll do my best.
A Thing of Beauty
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old, and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.
Nor do we merely feel these essences
For one short hour; no, even as the trees
That whisper round a temple become soon
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon,
The passion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt us till they become a cheering light
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast
That, whether there be shine or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.
- John Keats
The absolute value of any number, positive or negative, is its distance from zero: |-1| = 1
Noah, Lily, and Simon have been a trio forever. But as they enter high school, their relationships shift and their world starts to fall apart. Privately, each is dealing with a family crisis—divorce, abuse, and a parent's illness. Yet as they try to escape the pain and reach out for the connections they once counted on, they slip—like soap in a shower. Noah’s got it bad for Lily, but he knows too well Lily sees only Simon. Simon is indifferent, suddenly inscrutable to his friends. All stand alone in their heartache and grief.
1. As writers, we all go through times when we doubt our abilities and lose confidence in our work. What did/do you do to get through those moments?
I have a special folder in my email with a collection of notes I've gotten over the last few years, from some people I respect quite a lot. It would be nice if I didn't need those crutches, but until I reach a higher plane of consciousness, it'll have to do.
2. What kind of kid were you when you were the same age as your main character?
3. How did being that kind of kid influence the characters you created in ABSOLUTE VALUE OF |-1|?
4. Fright and Delight: What was the most frightening moment of getting published? What was the most delightful?
The most delightful has been reading the reviews from bloggers who enjoyed and connected with the book, which is a great thing, because every so often another review appears in my Google reader feed, and I get another delight!
Thanks so much Steve!
More about Steve Brezenoff here.
Order THE ABSOLUTE VALUE OF |-1| here or here.
Welcome, Saundra! Let 'er rip:
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BOYS, FRIENDS AND BOY-FRIENDS
One of the things I really enjoyed about A MATCH MADE IN HIGH SCHOOL was that not every guy presented in the novel was destined to be a romantic interest. And not in the sad, unfortunate, he sure loved her but she picked someone else way.
Fiona and Todd never had a romantic relationship, and they never even hinted at it. There was no maybe-possibly teasing going on. Kristin wrote them as an enmity turned friendship all along.
And as much as I enjoy a good romance (and there is one in MATCH, btw,) it's a pleasure to see a friendship written with as much intensity and consideration as the love matches.
I think a lot of times, pop culture insists on the idea that young men and women can't be just friends. And lately, I've seen a lot of pop culture that insists that boys are pretty dumb and incapable of rich, inner-lives- which is why girls need girlfriends first.
Not only do I think that's untrue, I think it's unfair. Most of the people we meet in our lives, who become part of our lives, are our friends- male and female.
And guys aren't the bumbling dorks who inhabit every single commercial for an appliance ever. Every person has their own inner-life, their own secrets and feelings and self.
So while my book doesn't bring the funny or the hijinx that A MATCH MADE IN HIGH SCHOOL does, I'm pleased that we do have that in common. Boys who can be friends, who get to be people instead of gloriously perfect romantic foils for our heroines.
I think YA fiction could use a few more boy-friends, don't you?
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Isn't Saundra so wise and insightful? Yes, yes, she is.
Thanks for dropping by, Saundra!
Check out Saundra and SHADOWED SUMMER today:
by Saundra Mitchell
In paperback June 8, 2010
Get your hands on it!
Kimberly lives in the Pacific Northwest, which is the ideal place to be writing anything dark or creepy...a gloomy day can set the perfect mood. She lives with her husband and their three beautiful (and often mouthy) children, who serve as an endless source of inspiration for her writing.
Violet Ambrose is grappling with two major issues: Jay Heaton and her morbid secret ability. While the sixteen-year-old is confused by her new feelings for her best friend since childhood, she is more disturbed by her "power" to sense dead bodies—or at least those that have been murdered. Since she was a little girl, she has felt the echoes that the dead leave behind in the world... and the imprints that attach to their killers.
Violet has never considered her strange talent to be a gift; it mostly just led her to find the dead birds her cat had tired of playing with. But now that a serial killer has begun terrorizing her small town, and the echoes of the local girls he's claimed haunt her daily, she realizes she might be the only person who can stop him.
Despite his fierce protectiveness over her, Jay reluctantly agrees to help Violet on her quest to find the murderer—and Violet is unnerved to find herself hoping that Jay's intentions are much more than friendly. But even as she's falling intensely in love, Violet is getting closer and closer to discovering a killer... and becoming his prey herself.
1. If you had a time machine and could go back to the early days of your writing career and give yourself one piece of advice, what would it be?
Don’t ever write to get published, write because you love it! The rest will take care of itself.
2. If you weren't a writer, what would you want to be (or what do you think you would be), career-wise?
As a kid, I really wanted to be “Lady Trucker,” but as I got older I realized “mullet” isn’t a good look on me. Plus, I really like showers. I’d probably be a rock star. Or an astronaut.
3. What did you do to celebrate your book deal? Pop some champagne? Extravagant purchase? Dinner out? Pizza delivery?
We were all together on a camping trip when I got the news. After "the call," my husband and kids surprised me with some (warm) champagne and a sign that the kids had made (just in case!). So we all toasted the good news with our plastic cups. My youngest was definitely not a fan of champagne!
Lady Trucker? Ha! Lemme guess...you watched a lot of BJ and the Bear when you were a kid, right? Greg Evigan was so sexy.
Thanks for stopping by and wrapping up an amazing year of the Debs Blog tour, Kimberly!
Find out more about Kimberly Derting here.
Order THE BODY FINDER here or here.
Thanks to everyone for sticking with me throughout the Debs Blog Tour. It's been a blast!
Only one week left!
I pity the fool who doesn't enter!
Time: 11 AM EST / 10 AM CST
I had a ton of help from family who flew in just for the party. And so many friends showed up. There were even people I'd never met, like the village president (who incidentally is one funny dude).
I was so feeling the love!
Here are some pics:
Look at all the pretty books.
People actually bought some!
Bitchen cupcake cake my mom bought.
Look! People were really there. I still can't believe it.
I gave away a free "engagement" ring or pencil with every book.
Village President, Brian LeClercq and moi. All the local celebs were there. Okay, he's really the only local celeb. But he was there!
My writer peeps! I love these guys. I might have to steal one of those baby girls though, because they are so adorable.
The insane and totally dope trinasotira bestowed upon me the official "Book Launch Edward" who will make the rounds of every one of our friends as they publish. It's going to be a bigger tradition than Santa, yo.
And the next day, I dragged my tired ass to my very first bookstore signing, which luckily also included kspringer aka Kristina Springer (THE ESPRESSOLOGIST) and Kimberly Pauley (SUCKS TO BE ME) who made up for my zombie-like presence. The charming and lovely Kristen (with an E) aka Bookworming in the 21st Century kept us company while we lured people toward us with the promise of delicious chocolates and cookies.
I felt like a real live author. What a weekend!
It was at
and here I am!
And look! Right behind me is THE NAUGHTY LIST by the beautiful and talented, Suzanne Young!
And here's what I'm sure you've all been waiting for ever since this post.
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