Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Things I wonder

Like will it ever stop raining here in New York? Seriously, the weather has been sucking big time the past few weeks. I don't think I've ever seen so much rain. I swear I saw someone building an ark in their backyard. Plus its cold and windy, it feels more like late March than late May. I want some sun, and some heat and I want it know.

The other thing I wonder is why they keep messing with things at Whole Foods? I mean, I understand the whole paper bag with handles thing. But the quality of the products they've been selling has gone down considerably since the first Whole Foods opened in New York about 8 years ago. I can't even find my veggie Canadian bacon anymore and its pissing me off.

Also why is The Bachelorette so much more fun than The Bachelor? Maybe its because watching 25 guys act like complete idiots is less degrading than watching 25 women act like idiots. Come on, we expect guys to act like jerks, nitwits and idiots when they are trying to get our attention. We can all recite the cheesiest pick-up lines that we've ever heard. I'm a little peeved with Reality Steve for picking on DeAnna for being The Bachelorette. Apparently he doesn't think that six months is enough time for DeAnna to wear sackcloth and ashes for Brad Womack. She should have entered a convent after he dumped her on national television. Instead, the fact that DeAnna has decided to pick herself up and try again means that her feelings for Brad couldn't possibly have been real.

Steve, I've had friends who were almost suicidal after breaking up with a boyfriend, and then the next week they were dating someone else. I think that DeAnna was clearly baffled and hurt by Brad, but she decidd to stop letting it define her, but you could tell by some of her remarks last night that she was still a little bruised.

As for the guys, I already have a few favorites. Fred from Chicago seeemed really sweet but he might turn out to be another Chad from Meredith's season. Jason, the single Dad, I can't imagine DeAnna entering into a ready made family, but who knows, and Robert the chef, did a good job impressing DeAnna by making a crab cocktail (clever of the producers to have crab conveniently located in the kitchen since you know Robert didn't exactly bring it with him). But my favorite is Richard, the science nerd teacher from Binghampton. He's cute, he's sweet, he's funny and he might turn out to be DeAnna's Ryan. The virgin born again? He won't make it. Remember Lannie from Meredith's season.

I have to say I'm impressed by DeAnna's taking the process seriously, and also that she doesn't want to lead anyone on. I think it might be a good season.

EKM

Monday, May 19, 2008

Weekend in New York


So this past weekend was really weird in New York. Friday night, it poured down rain, Saturday was beautiful, Sunday it poured down rain. I thought it was supposed to be April showers bring May flowers, not May brings Noah's ark.

On Friday, I went to my dance class because I had skipped last week to go to the Met museum. I managed to survive, even though I had to quickly learn the routine that everyone else had learned last week. I even managed to make it through dancing the routine twice with our instructor who is wicked good. I mean seriously good. All the instructors at Dancesport are professionals and have been dancing since they were in utero, they could all be on Dancing with the Stars, that's how good they are. And we were dancing the cha-cha which is normally a really fast dance, but Werner slowed down the music a tad for us.

Afterwards, I headed up to Lincoln Center to see Duel in the Sun, also known as Lust in the Dust or Hump at the Stump. It's a movie from the late 1940's starring Jennifer Jones, and Gregory Peck. The actors in this movie are so over the top, you can practically see the pieces of scenery in their teeth. I was also fascinated by how much make-up Jennifer Jones was wearing to be playing Pearl Chavez, who is half-Indian (you never do find out what tribe her mother is from, it doesn't really matter). This stuff must have been troweled on, and her red lipstick. Gregory Peck comes off a lot better than she does in the film. He played Lewt McCanles, the bad boy in the family. You can tell he's having a great deal of fun, while JJ is trying gamely to play a sexpot, a role that didn't come naturally to her. Ava Gardner would have been much better in the film, but it was produced by David O. Selznick who was JJ's lover and later husband, who wanted to make a Gone With The Wind type epic for her.

Saturday, I went to see this really groovy group at The Philoctetes Center called the Wingdale Community Singers (that's them in the picture). The guy in the hat is Rick Moody who wrote the novel the Ice Storm which was made into a film about six or seven years ago with Katie Holmes and Toby McGuire. The music is sort of alt-country, folk, with tinges of rock. Very cool. Of course, I had to purchase about 5 CD's to give to friends. I have a habit of buying multiple copies of something if I think my friends will like it.

THE WINGDALES COMMUNITY SINGERS. The Wingdale Community Singers play folk music that could have been written any time in the last sixty years. It's Old Time, it's High Modernist, it's experimental, it's resistant to interpretation, it's funny sometimes, it's full of dread other times. One aspect remains throughout: there's a lot of singing. And a lot of harmony. With Rick Moody (acoustic guitar, vocals) Hannah Marcus (acoustic guitar, piano, fiddle, vocals). David Grubbs (electric guitar, vocals). Nina Katchadourian (acoustic guitar, accordion, recorder, tomato, vocals).

I'm planning a field trip to see them play in Brooklyn in June which sounds strange since Brooklyn is part of New York, but to us Manhattanites, its like traveling to another state. You have to take the F train, which I like to call the Forever train because that is how long it takes for one to arrive. It should be fun. I have about people on the wagon so far.


EKM

Friday, May 16, 2008

The Church of the Great Gazoo

I spent a good portion of this morning, reading the Wikipedia entry on Scientology. After I got done, I thought my brain would explode from all the Operating Thetans, Xenu, and all the other crazy stuff they have going on in their religion. It seems to be a hodge-podge of science fiction and tenets borrowed from other religions such as buddhism. What really got me was that L. Ron Hubbard, the founder of the religion also borrowed from Freud and Carl Jung as well, which is ironic considering the church's stance against psychology and psychiatry. I've never read all of Dianetics but my dad did and he tried to get me to read it, but I couldn't get past the first page.

I'm not going to go into all the particulars of the religion. If you are interested, you can read the Wikipedia entry here. But it got me thinking. If L. Ron Hubbard, a middling science fiction writer, can base a religion around the theory that aliens from another planet once lived on earth, then why not base a religion based on an actual alien?

Well, not a real alien, but the Great Gazoo, the little green man from The Flinstones. Seriously, is Xenu anymore real? At least there's written evidence that Jesus existed. According to L.Ron Hubbard, Xenu was the dictator of the 'Galactic Confederacy' who, 75 million years ago, brought billions of his people to earth in DC-8 like spacecraft, stacked them around volcanos and killed them using hydrogen bombs. Oh, and psychiatrists helped him do this. The rest is craziness you can read here.

On The Flinstones, the Great Gazoo, came from Zatox, and was exiled from earth for having invented a doomsday machine, a weapon of immense destructive power. His invention was a button which if pressed would destroy the world. He came to earth in a flying saucer and was discovered by Fred and Barney. Critics thought the idea of having an alien come to earth during the Stone Age was jumping the shark. But was it really?

Only Fred, Barney, Pebbles and Bam Bam can see The Great Gazoo because they believe in him. The Great Gazoo was always trying to help the humans, he called dum-dums, although he always seemed to cause more problems for them. But his heart was always in the right place.

So I propose to start the Church of the Great Gazoo. As soon as tax-exempt status is achieved, the church will work on building a space ship to help send Gazoo back to his home planet. We will also put out a book entitled The Wisdom of the Great Gazoo.

Seriously, worshipping the Great Gazoo can't be more bizarre than being a Scientologist.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

American Idol Bites


Well producers, you finally got your wish, Syesha Mercado is no more. Seriously, they did everything they could but pack her bags and leave them on the side of the stage on Tuesday night. Case in point, while young David got to learn his judge's song pick from the mayor of his hometown, and David Cook got to learn his while on live TV, Syesha found hers out while driving in a limo.

Then Randy gives her Alicia Keys 'If I Ain't Got You' to sing. This is the same man who keeps telling contestants not sing Whitney, Mariah, and Celine because they'll be compared to the originals. And finally the producers gave her some Rihanna reject to sing for her final song selection. And they lit her so that you could barely see her on stage. Girlfriend tried her best, but a combination of a personality that just didn't click with viewers and the judges who pretty much told her to start auditioning for the National Tour of Chicago and Rent sealed the deal.

And is it just me or could David Archuleta poop on stage and Randy Jackson would praise him for it. 'You did your thing dawg, you worked it out, it was the bomb.' Or my personal favorite, 'You're in the zone.' I get the fact that little A is a tween dream but does anyone really think that he's an American Idol. He seems so young, like he's been in a cloister for the past 17 years. I know that Jordin Sparks was young too, but Little A makes her seem ancient.

My money is on David Cook to win it. Not that I think he really needs to be forced to sing whatever 'This is my cliche' song that they come up with next week. I just hope that if he does win, the record producers let him do his thing. He's already released an independant album. Here's hoping that they listen to that, and also listen to what he has to say, the way that they did for Chris Daughtry. The reason that Chris Daughtry's album was so successful was because they let him be the artist that he really is. They didn't try to homogenize him, the way they did Bo Bice and Taylor Hicks. And he wasn't forced to making something palatable out of a song like "This Is My Now,' or 'Do I Make You Proud' (imagine what the song Taylor rejected was like).


So I'll be watching next week, because at least it won't be boring. I missed last year's finale because I pretty much knew Jordin was going to win it after Melinda Doolittle was eliminated. In a girl/guy finale, the girl usually wins, because the crappy song is usually better for her style of singing, then the guys. Except for when Taylor and Katherine McPhee went head to head because they had two different songs.


Will it be Little A or Cougar bait David Cook as the new American Idol? Does anyone really care?

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Coffee Time

Hey!

Apparently the coffee taste test that Liz Maverick, Leanna Renee Heiber, Stacey Agdern, Isabo Kelly and I did is currently the most popular video on Better TV!!

Check our your coffee taste test here:
http://www.better.tv/bettertv/?cid=507869917&lid=1328193605&tid=1542683735


If you have a hard time with the link, hop on over to Marianne's blog here to watch it.

We're TV stars!

EKM

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Tag Tuesday





So I've been tagged by the marvelous Maureen for this meme:



1. Pick up the nearest book.

2. Open to page 123

3. Find the fifth sentence.

4. Post the next three sentences.

5. Tag five people and post a comment to the person who tagged you once you’ve posted your three sentences.



Okay, so the instructions imply fiction, but I'm at work and most of what I have here are non fiction and biographies, so I randomly grabbed REBEL ANGELS by Libba Bray which is a book that's been sitting on my desk since I finished it last fall (I swear I have almost as many books at work as I do at home).



What if Pippa is right and these men cannot be trusted at all? I can feel the man in the black suit closing in. I I were to scream, who would hear me above the hiss and snarl of the trains?




Wow. Doesn't that just grab you and make you want to read more? Find out who those men are who can't be trusted and who the man is that is following her?



Okay, so now I have to think of some people to tag, and I guess it would be pretty rude to tag anyone who's tagged me recently.



I tag:



Kwana Jackson

Patt Milhailoff

Isabo Kelly

Leanna Renee Heiber

Keira Soleore


Here's hoping they don't kill me!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Its Not Raining Men


Remember that song from the Weather Girls in the 1980's, the one that Ginger Spice butchered in Bridget Jone's Diary? Well its raining here (again) in New York and there are no men to be seen. Or cats and dogs for that matter. Do you know that I went to buy an umbrella last week in this fancy store and they had brollies for $200? I'm sorry but for $200 that umbrella better make like Mary Poppins and carry me over the rooftops.


See the hottie to the left? That's my new Object of Lust. His name is Nathan Gunn and he's an opera singer. Yes, I said an opera singer, which is funny because I think that most operas sound like cats yowling. But he was so hot as Lancelot in Camelot for Live from Lincoln Center that I would willingly go to the Metropolitan Opera House to hear him sing. And he's wearing leather pants!


Unfortunately (like Clive) he's married and has 5 kids. He also lives in the middle of nowhere Illinois when he's not off making womens knees weak like mine. And he has an amazingly glorious baritone voice. Sigh!


What else did I do this merry May weekend? Well, I braved the monsoon on Friday to go to the MET museum to see the Superhero costume exhibit which was lamer than lame. The exhibition was supposed to be how superheroes have inspired fashion. Guess what? Not so much. I did see an absolutely lovely Dante Gabriel Rossetti of Lilith which I fell in love with. I'm a sucker for the pre-Raphaelites.


Saturday, I went to see a documentary on Philip Glass at The Philoctetes Center because I'm all about the culture. I admit that I'm not a huge fan of his music, its a little too atonal for me for the most part, but I enjoyed the documentary and I came away with a new appreciation for at least his newer music. Nothing could make me go see Einstein on the Beach, his opera however.


What really got to me was the aspects of his personal life that we got to see. Glass has been married four times, and his current wife, Holly had had enough of his constant work schedule. For all intents and purposes, she was a single mother raising two kids, while he flitted hither, thither, and yon with his music.


There were lots of scenes of him at his place in Nova Scotia and in New York but what struck me was how often they weren't alone as a family. Even their vacations were about his work. We also got to see a little bit of his spiritual quest, which involves Tao, Buddhism, Shamanism, etc. I found that interesting because again it seemed to be at a remove from personal relationsips.


It brought home the point that there has to be some kind of balance between creativity and ones personal life. One can't be at the expense of the other. Perhaps women are better than this than men, since we are pretty much born multi-tasking. I can remember going from a dance recital to a girl scout jamboree to traveling to our house upstate all in one day. I was the master of changing clothes in 60 seconds. All the female writers that I know, particularly those who have children, have set times for writing, and then its family time. It may mean they produce fewer books a year (although in Wendy Corsi Staub's case, it hasn't harmed her output) or they have the ability to write fast. I also have other friends who have chosen not to have kids because they don't feel they have the time or attention to give to them.


Both films that I've seen recently about male artists, Robert Wilson and Philip Glass, there seems to be no balance really, its all about the work. Robert Wilson didn't seem to have any real personal relationships or we didn't seem them in the film. It made me very sad to see the breakdown of Glass's' marriage in the film. Unfortunately we only got to see his wife's reaction to it and not his which I felt was a weakness in the film.

The rest of my weekend was spent doing research and watching old movies on TCM.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

What City Do You Belong In




You Belong in Paris



Stylish and expressive, you were meant for Paris.

The art, the fashion, the wine!

Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park...

You'll love living in the most chic place on earth.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Interview with new author Leanna Renee Hieber



Got It Goin On is pleased to welcome new author and fellow RWA NYC member Leanna Renee Hieber to the blog. Leanna's first book, the novella Dark Nest has just been released by Crescent Moon Press and has garnered rave revews.


Praise for Dark Nest: "Fabulous read! Once I started, I couldn't stop until I reached the very satisfying end!" - Isabo Kelly,

award-winning author of Marshall's Guard


Chief Counsel Ariadne Corinth has just found out her long-time lover, the powerfully gifted Chief Counsel Kristov Haydn, has died. Newly evolved psychically gifted humans have been sent by the Homeworld on a space mission aboard two distinct “Nests”. Relationships between the Light Nest and the Dark Nest have faltered and Ariadne is sure there’s something insidious behind it. In a matter of hours, Ariadne must find out what really happened to Kristov, unite her people to discover vast new powers the Homeworld denied them, or else submit to genocide.


Q: Tell us a little about yourself, what is your background and how long have you been writing before you were published.

A: I can’t remember not writing. I grew up in rural Ohio with an overactive imagination. As I mention on my website, I started writing my first book (never to see the light of day, don’t ask) between the ages of 11 and 12. I started actively pursuing publication just after college, where I graduated with a BFA in theatre performance and a minor in the Victorian Era. When opportunities in playwriting and essays presented themselves, I actively pursued them and received my first publication credits. But I’ve always been a novelist at heart. The year after college I started writing the first of my dark fantasy trilogy. Once I had a complete manuscript, which took a couple of years, I started what would prove to be a long process of querying agents.






Q: Tell us about when you got “the call”

The first “call” was from my agent. Due to the nature of my fantasy novel, I felt I needed an agent to help me navigate the publication waters. It took almost four years to land an agent, after a huge and growing stack of rejection letters had been corroding my resolve. But I churned out more queries all the same. Finally I landed Nicholas Roman Lewis, head of a small agency looking to branch into fantasy representation. Nicholas has been a fierce champion of my work and we’ve got some great prospects on the horizon. As for my first book acceptance, that came in the form of an email from Crescent Moon Press, where I’d had previous experience publishing a short ghost story. Both the call from Nicholas and Crescent Moon’s acceptance have been vital validations to keep me going towards my next goal; a New York publishing house.






Q: What made you choose romance?

I always have a romantic through-line in my stories. While I’m not solely a romance author, (if I had to limit myself to a label I’d say I was a fantasy author); all of my ideas begin with love stories and expand to larger worlds from there. My close friendship with Isabo Kelly (multi-published and award winning author), one of my first friends in New York, who I met by a twist of temp-job fate, helped me define how I thought about and pursued various fiction markets; among many things, she told me about RWA and I’ll always thank her for her influence, generously shared knowledge and friendship.






Q: What you do love about writing romance? In particular futuristic and paranormal romance?




Romance is my “ hook” into the heads and hearts of my characters. The surrounding story, however large and high-stakes, seems meaningless without the love. It’s what drives me as a writer and drives my characters. I can’t seem to write about stuff that isn’t ‘weird’, paranormal is my normal. One of my favorite themes is when characters come together in a sense of community and love against backdrops and situations that are far from average. Whether it’s Victorian England, in space, or in ghost-riddled New York, love keeps things human in inhuman circumstances.






Q: Your first release Dark Nest from Crescent Moon Press is a futuristic psychic novella. How did you come up with the idea? Any behind the scenes stories that you’d like to share?

A: This may be my most amusing “inspiration” story since the initial thought process is so utterly far-removed from the end product. After the last Harry Potter, I, a HP fanatic, was sad that other than Severus Snape, no other Slytherin House characters seemed redeemed. I wondered if Slytherins, as a group, were misunderstood (I’m always interested in the misunderstood characters). What if they weren’t as bad as they were made out to be? So my initial thought for Dark Nest, a futuristic, psychic story set on space ships, stemmed from the idea of taking two separate, distinct “Houses” into a situation of my own innovation; i.e. into space, with psychic powers, and on two elaborate ships. Much like how the Hogwarts houses are separate “cultures”, I liked the general idea of playing with a love story crossing a cultural divide between two misunderstood groups that have to unite as a whole against a much larger threat. Once I established the characters and the world, it started to run away with itself and I was just along for the ride and enjoying it immensely.






Q: You also have a blog. Do you think that it will help get your name out there and generate new readers?

A: I sure hope so. A blog is a tool that our modern culture has provided, and I think we need to use whatever tools are available to cultivate a readership. I’m never going to be someone who blogs religiously, but it’s a fun forum, a more interactive platform between writers and readers.

Q: What do you think is the most effective way for a writer to promote his/her books?

A: I’m still learning. I welcome any and all strategies. (Seriously, contact me at my website and tell me your sure-fire methods). I’m trying to be on-line, at conferences, establishing web presences not just at my site but other online forums and yahoo groups, and doing video and written interviews like this, thank you Elizabeth! Since this is my first foray into really trying to “sell” a book, I’d have to get back to you on that one.






Q. What/Who do you like to read?

A: Harry Potter changed my life, it jolted my inner writer into high gear, transitioning me away from theatre and back to my childhood pastime of novel writing. I like to keep track of other YA works stirring up the magic, like Libba Bray’s trilogy. I just finished Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight this weekend, loved it. I read all over the place, and in all kinds of genres, from Jane Austen to Stephen King (two major influences), from graphic novels to romances. I’m also trying to catch up on reading the books written by my friends. There’s also research. Now I’m reading “Spook” by Mary Roach, a book about science and the afterlife.







Q. What is your writing process? Do you plot extensively first or do you tend to “fly in the mist?” Has your process changed over time? Do you write multiple drafts or clean up as you go?







A: I’m a “pants-er” through and through. I don’t really know exactly where I’m going till I get there. I have sweeping cinematic glimpses that sit me down to type, and the rest of the story is filling in connective tissue between each scene. My process has maintained a similar bent since I was 12, it’s just that I’m so much more diligent about the craft than I ever was before. I try and write straight through and clean up later. If it’s not a ‘movie’ in my head I have a hard time writing it. When I’m really stuck with plot or have hit a wall, I go take a hot shower and ask my characters what to do, or wait until a scene begins to cinematically play out and then I’ll just take dictation. Generally the answer will come in quiet, solitary spaces. If not, I’ll ask writer friends if I’m stuck, and generally the process of discussion leads to a fix.









Q: You have a background in acting. How do you think that has helped your writing process?







Each day I realize more and more how theatrical training helps me write. Character, dialogue, an inner sense of cinematography, instinctual arcs and motivation; you’re trained to pay attention to each of these things in theatre. There’s a bit of translation to be done between theatrical training and a writer’s craft but it translates well if you trust your instincts. But never settle for your own instincts alone. The tricky thing with being a writer is that you have to be the characters and the director at the same time, and that’s hard. Once my characters are solid enough to stand on their own legs, then I can begin directing them. My characters take direction very well, and so do I, which is why I’m proud to say editors enjoy working with me.







Q: Do you have any advice for aspiring novelists?







I still think I’m aspiring. I’ll always say tenacity is your most valuable asset. Believe in yourself and your work, but not so much that you think you shouldn’t be edited/improved. You shouldn’t believe everything an industry professional says about your writing, but you should at least think about it. The best fixes for my books have come from editors telling me what was wrong with the book. Even if they didn’t express the problem in a way that I agreed with, it got me thinking enough to fix the problem with alternate solutions. Be flexible. And tenacious.






Q: Do you think that the market has become saturated with paranormal romance or do you think the market is finally opening up to other kinds of stories besides vampires and werewolves?

I don’t think paranormal romance is going anywhere anytime soon, but I think we’re starting to see some shifts. Make way for the psychics and ghosts! Yay! My turn!


Q. There was a recent article called "Harm in reading romance novels," Do you think romance novels harm or empower women?

Depends on the characters and the year the book was released; romance changes as our culture changes. There are a lot of kick-butt, confident and self-assured heroines these days, their empowerment and choices reflecting our complex society, so the ‘harm’ aspect is a bit out-of-touch. I think there’s much more harm in desensitizing to violence rather than reading love stories. If I read a romance novel where women were consistently disrespected, I wouldn’t keep reading that author, and I would give it a vocally bad review. But I can’t recall an example off-hand; I like alpha male heroes that are good team players and aren’t afraid to be beta if the situation calls for it. I stick to the unusual, sensitive but strong heroes, the ones who make a great partner for the female and I don’t find any harm in their love stories at all. The genre has been great for female writers to emerge and grow.

Q: Romance has garnered the biggest market share in genre fiction, yet it gets the least respect in popular and literary culture. Do you have any thoughts on why that is? Do you find this prejudice changing?

A: Part of me thinks that the other markets are just jealous they can’t make as much money, but I don’t think that’s the only factor. Sure, some romance novels are poorly written. But I’d say the same of every single genre, literary included. None of us writers should take ourselves too seriously. I’d love to figure out how to create a culture of more respect between the genres; we all know how hard it is to write a good book. Let’s just try and write well and get along. I hope that in our modern culture where writers are more in front of the camera and media than ever before, more alliances and respect will be gained across the board.

Q. What are you planning to work on next?

A: I need to complete the manuscript of the YA proposal my agent is shopping around; a magical time-travel adventure set in Central Park.




Thanks Leanna for stopping by! You can purchase Dark Nest here at Crescent Moon.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Books I'm Looking Forward To

Ellen's relationship to Andy doesn't just seem perfect on the surface, it really is perfect. She loves his family, and everything about him, including that he brings out the best in her. That is, until Ellen unexpectedly runs into Leo. The one who got away. The one who brought out the worst in her. The one she can't forget. This is the story about why we chose to love the ones we love, and why we just can't forget the ones who aren't right for us.

I really liked Something Borrowed, Emily Giffin's first book but I've been disappointed with the two books that followed, especially Something Blue, the sequel to Something Borrowed. However, I read the first chapter on-line at Emily Giffin's web-site and I'm excited to read this one.


Tantalizing words written on an ivory card. It is the first clue that will lead an intrigued and intriguing London lady on an odyssey of sensual experience designed to awaken her romantic nature.


Out-of-work actor Hughie Venables-Smythe has found a profitable new outlet for his talents. He is hired, often by distraught husbands, to flirt with wives who are feeling neglected in their relationships. His current seductive campaign is focused on Olivia, the spouse of a narcissistic billionaire, and the lady is responding quite nicely to the cream-colored missives he secretly leaves for her. So nicely, in fact, that Hughie decides to employ a similar technique—and shockingly similar messages—in his pursuit of his own heart’s desire: the aloof and charming lingerie designer, Leticia. But the canny, professional flirt’s brazen anonymous intrusions into the lives of two women are about to set in motion a series of remarkable events that no one could have anticipated—setting the stage for shocking revelations about love, friendship, and domestic bliss.

Doesn't that sound delicious? And the cover is divine. In fact all the cover art for Kathleen Tessaro's books have been simply fabu. I have a confession to make, I'm six degrees of seperation from Kathleen Tessaro. I attended the British American Drama Academy in London with an actress named Katherine Kjellgren who later roomed with Kathleen. And I knew her first husband who was also at BADA with me. So I feel I must read her books, plus they are really good.

When a woman is ripe for the picking . . .
Beth Cordova's life is no fairy tale. Having barely escaped the evil grasp of her wicked stepmother, this “missing princess” seeks refuge in a strict commune where carnal pleasures are forbidden.
Sometimes just one bite of the apple . . .
Her world is lonely and void of intimacy, until the charming Stephen Trent arrives at the commune. Suddenly Beth yearns for a man's touch, the feel of his lips on hers . . . and Stephen is eager to show this
pure-as-snow princess that she can still be the sensual woman she was once upon a time. Is all it takes to unleash her desires... But all is not what it seems, and the stunning beauty finds herself again in danger, her stepmother hot on her trail. The commune's founders will not tolerate the pair, yet fleeing its walls could prove fatal. Trapped in a world where passion is outlawed, can Beth live happily ever after?


I really like Cathy Yardley's Harlequin Blaze books and the two books she wrote for Red Dress Ink. I'm interested to see how that translates into romantica or erotic romance as it were.
And last but not least from Meg Cabot, the sequel to the Queen of Babble in the Big City, and the Queen of Babble.
It's the wedding of the century!
Things are looking up at last for Lizzie Nichols. She has a career she loves in the field of her choice (wedding gown restoration), and the love of her life, Jean-Luc, has finally proposed. Life's become a dizzying whirl of wedding gown fittings—not necessarily her own—as
Lizzie prepares for her dream wedding at her fiancé's château in the south of France.

But the dream soon becomes a nightmare as the best man—whom Lizzie might once have accidentally slept with . . . no, really, just slept—announces his total lack of support for the couple, a sentiment the maid of honor happens to second; Lizzie's Midwestern family can't understand why she doesn't want to have her wedding in the family backyard; her future, oh-so-proper French in-laws seem to be slowly trying to lure the groom away from medical school and back into investment banking; and Lizzie finds herself wondering if her Prince Charming really is as charming as she once believed.

Is Lizzie really ready to embrace her new role as wife and mistress of Château Mirac? Or is she destined to fall into another man's arms . . . and into the trap of becoming a Bad Girl instead?
What summer books are you looking forward to?

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Daddy's Girl

Today would have been my father's 93rd birthday. Although its been 8 years since he passed away, some days it feels like yesterday, and other days it seems so long ago. I don't often observe the day that my parents died, but I do find myself celebrating the day of their birth. I just find it a more positive experience for me. My dad had a lot of quirks, he used to whistle to himself often, he liked to recite the 99th Psalm while driving, and he once freaked out when he caught me reading Harold Robbins in high school (he thought it was too mature for me.)

I was thinking about my father recently since we were talking at the brunch about our parents and their attitude towards travel, particularly European travel. I forgot sometimes that for my parents generation, traveling particularly abroad, wasn't the norm the way it is now. If people traveled at all, it was to see relatives or certain sights maybe like Niagara Falls. For the most part, when people had leisure time, they probably went down by the shore. Jetting off to the Carribbean at a moment's notice wasn't done.

Whenever, I expressed a desire to see the world, my father would look at me as if I were crazy. "They have slums in Europe," he would always tell me. As if that was the reason I wanted to go France, to see the slums! (Hmm, Notre Dame, check, the Louvre, check, the Arc de Triomphe, check, on to the slums. I'm just dying to know how the French build their projects. Do they decorate with fleur de lis on each floor?) Of course, my father's experience of Europe was with a gun in his hand liberating Paris. No lying on the beach in the South of France for him. Now he had to wade a shore with his gun over his head, while Germans fired at him, during the invasion of Southern France.

That was his Europe, which was not the one that I was going to experience 40 years later. I think after my Dad's trip to Europe and the Far East, courtesty of Uncle Sam, all he wanted to do was sit on the couch for the next 60 years. I once told him all the countries I hoped to visit before I died, and he assumed that meant I didn't want to get married or have children! I had to explain to him that it was actually possible to do both, and that families nowadays often traveled to Europe together.

My dad's time in Europe wasn't all hiding under tanks and in trenches, digging roads, getting hit over the head by a German soldier. He actually managed to take the time to take photographs while he was there (I'm sure he also found some time to romance the mademoiselles as well, at least according to my mother). I have tiny little pictures that almost look like postcards of the Arc de Triomph, the Pope's palace in Avignon and other sites. At some point when I get a scanner, I'll have to post them.

My interest in WWII is totally because of my dad, even though he refused to tell me more than just the sketchiest bit about his time there (for example I had no idea that he had fought in the Battle of the Bulge until after he died), he seemed to feel that there were just some things you don't tell daughters, plus it can't have been a great experience being part of a segregated army, and fighting a war. I often wonder if he suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome from some of the things that his experienced.

I was quite proud that I was able to list my dad and my uncle at the WWII Registry of Remembrances that is part of the WWII war memorial in DC. My dad gave me a lot of great things, my work ethic, my love of reading, being a pack rat, and my early onset gray hair (restored to its dark reddish brown luster thanks to Miss Clairol), along with my dark eyes, and for that I will always love and appreciate him.

I miss you Daddy.

EKM

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Deeper Dating?

I've been single for awhile now since ex-sweetie pie and I broke up and frankly I'm getting a little tired of it. Although I'm very independent, and have no problems spending time by myself (I'll even go eat in restaurants by myself), I prefer to be part of a couple. How very retro of me I know. However, I hate dating. Hate it with a passion. I've read books that say that you should enjoy the dating process, think of it like shopping. The problem is I have a much easier time finding clothes that I like and that fit me than I do finding a man.

I've tried on-line dating but who really has the time to surf through all the profiles with out of date pictures and lame come-ons? I even tried eharmony for six months and I kept getting matched with people who lived in Montana not to mention like Papua New Guinea. How was that supposed to work out exactly? After awhile I just got tired of exchanging emails with guys that went nowhere. No I dropped all the services that I was paying for and decided to take a breather from the whole dating experience.

Recently, in an effort to get over my deep feelings for cutie-pie author, I decided it was time to get back on the horse again so to speak, but I wasn't willing to go back to Internet dating. No siree. So I signed up for something called Deeper Dating at the 92nd St. Y. I figured why not, at the least I would have something to blog about besides shoes and Richard Armitage. Deeper Dating bills itself as a chance to experience going 'deep' with a potential mate. In reality, what it really turns out to be is speed dating but with a twist. Instead of chatting with your 'date' for 8 minutes or 3 minutes or however long, you get 50 seconds to answer a question that is posed by the host. Seriously. Questions ran the gamut from 'What would you do if you suddenly had $500' to 'Talk about something fun that happened to you in the last month.'

Try boiling that down to 50 seconds! At first we were divided up into 6 smaller groups and we would go around the circle answering the question. Then we all got into one big circle and we had a minute to talk about something we enjoy in front of everyone. Then we broke into two long rows of chairs, men on one side, women on the other. The host would ask a question and then first the men or the women would answer and then vice-versa. Then the women would move down one chair like some kind of dating musical chairs.

I found the whole process rather frustrating. 50 seconds isn't a whole lot of time to really get to know someone even with the whole question thing. The only questions that I found pertinent were the what kind of relationship are you looking for, and what constitutes your ideal relationship. That was great for getting me to define in my head what it is that I really want, so that was helpful. However, I was shocked that one of the guys in my group had just broken up with a year long relationship two weeks prior and he was already at a dating event. Dude, that's cold.

What was interesting was that there were more men than women at the event which is unheard of, especially in New York. Apparently women are planners, and men tend to show up at the last minute because they had nothing else better to do that night (what no sports event on TV?). So like 10 guys showed up at the last minute. The host, who created this whole Deeper Dating thing, told us that we would have a better chance at meeting someone at an event like this or volunteering than in a saloon. Saloon? What is this 1895? Who calls it a saloon? Seriously, saloons are places with dancing girls doing the can-can, where the bad guy walks in with his posse and has a shoot-out with the sheriff on Gunsmoke. People in 2008 go to bars.

Afterwards, we were to go up to people that we found interesting and give them slips of paper with our number. The other person was to say thank you and take the paper. That was kind of daunting but I did it. I figured what the hell and so what if I never heard from these guys? I already knew that none of them were really my 'forever' person as the host called it. But I decided that I would be open and give out my email addy to a few guys (no way was I actually giving out a phone number).

So far, I've actually heard from one of my dudes. I figure I have nothing to lose by actually going out with him. After all I can practice my 'dating' skills on him!

Wish me luck,

EKM

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Party Time!


Last night was the annual Metropolitan Museum of Art gala for the Costume Institute for which every single star on the planet for the most part turns up. Seriously, I haven't seen so many celebrities since the Oscars. The new exhibit has something to do with Superheros. Don't ask! I go to every exhibit of the Costume Institute (apart from the Jackie O where I was told that you could hardly see anything), so I will probably go to this one, more than likely over Memorial weekend.

But here are some pictures from the night's event:

Anna Wintour, who took the night's theme a little too seriously



her daughter, Bee, who is wearing my favorite dress of the night


Nothing but class from these three




Why it is not a good idea to wear head to toe Pucci




French actress Charlotte Gainsbourg in a seriously fugly outfit





Just because




This one's for Kwana (and Megan)



How to look classy at any age (David Bowie and Iman)



Oh My God! I'm not quite sure if her escort is a man or a woman, but that dress speaks for itself


Sarah Michelle Gellar and Lee Pace

(FYI, don't hold hands with man who is not your husband unless you want to start rumors)



David Lauren and Lauren Bush (If she marries him she'll be Lauren Lauren)

Monday, May 05, 2008

The Fine Art of Improvisation


It's Monday morning, the sun is shining, its warm out and I'm stuck inside at work when I want to be outside playing. So instead, I'm looking at pictures of Richard Armitage instead and typing up the ten handwritten pages of chapter 10 that I wrote last week.

It's also Cinco de Mayo today, which according to Wikipedia, is a regional holiday commemorating the victory of the Mexican forces against the French during the Battle of Puebla in 1852. The Emperor of the French, Napoleon III had put the Archduke Maximillien (brother of Franz Josef) on the throne as Emperor of Mexico (also see the movie Juarez with Paul Muni, Bette Davis as crazy Carlotta and Brian Aherne as Max). Which is another excuse for me to drink margaritas today after work with my friends. Viva La Revolution!

As for improvisation, I've come to think of life as one big improvisation. No matter what you think or plan to have happen, something else comes up, and you have to improvise. Take for instance, our chapter brunch on Saturday. We were supposed to have a private room, but we didn't, so we improvised with our speaker so that we could hear her while the rest of the people were dining at PJ Clarke's.

Which leads me to the great experience I had on Saturday at the Philoctetes Center. I talk about this place so often, people must be getting bored, but its had a major impact on my life since I've been attending roundtables. And not just because of cutie-pie author. This past weekend, the program was Cross-Cultural Improvisation. Three women, three very different backgrounds, and three different instruments came together to create some of the most beautiful music. It just made me want to get up and dance and improvise with them. And as anyone who saw my stellar performance piece to Bonnie Tyler's Total Eclipse of the Heart at the New Jersey Conference last October knows it doesn't take much to get me up and dancing!

Geetha Ramanathan Bennett played an instrument called a veena that I confused with a sitar becausae I'm stupid about world music. Jane Ira Bloom played soprano saxophone (I have a thing for the saxophone which explains my crush on Jimmy Sommers) and Min Xiao-Fen plays the Chinese pipa which is also an instrument that kind of looks like a weird guitar. They were accompanied by Frank Bennett on the mrdangham (South Indian drum). Poor guy had to sit on the floor in an uncomfortable position for like 2 hours while they played.

Oh and one of the cooler things was Min Xiao-Fen had created this really groovy wall hanging on black silk with red writing that was the word dragon in Chinese in different ways. Since I was born in the year of the dragon (wood dragon to be precise), I found that most interesting. I've always been drawn to dragons, its why I love Katie Macalister's Dragon Sept books so much when I couldn't tolerate some of her other stories. Also the Dragon is one of the luckiest signs to be born under in the Chinese zodiac.

They all had such interesting stories about their instruments and how they came to play them, and the types of music they learned in their native countries. But somehow it all came together, these three disparate instruments in harmony that was just breath-taking. Geetha Ramanathan Bennett told a wonderful story about being shy when it came to singing until she met her husband and then she practised because she wanted to mesmerize him with her voice so that he would marry her. I wish I could do the same thing with my dancing for cutie-pie author.

Anyway, my point and I do have one, is that you wouldn't think that these three women could improvise together as well as they do. And improvising can be a wonderful thing. Relationships also involve a certain amount of improvisation. Just when you think that you know what is going on, they can take a turn, and you just have to go with it. No matter how hard you map out the scene in your head, the other person will never say the things that you thought that they would in your scenario (plus they may have their own scenario), so you have to improvise. You can't control relationships, except in fiction, and sometimes not even then!

It can take your work to another level. If you don't get stuck into thinking that something has to happen a certain way, if you can let your mind free, you can let your imagination soar in wonderful ways. You just have to let go and that's the thing I think that people get weirded out by. I think we're all control freaks in a strange way.

When I was acting, I used to hate to improv. Give me a script in my hand and I'm fine. No script and I get anxious. But somehow, I would manage, if I just checked my brain at the door and just let whatever came into my head come out of my mouth on stage or in an improv in class.

Sometimes I think you have to do that in writing to. Know where the story is going, but just improv the scene. If necessary, get some friends together, tell them the situation and let them act it out. You'll be amazed and what you might actually get out of it.

Thanks for reading,

EKM

Friday, May 02, 2008

Sorority 101 - Marley Gibson aka Kate Harmon


I'm so excited. My friend Marley Gibson's new books came out yesterday, and now I'm holding them in my hot little hands, thanks to the miracle of Barnes and Noble.com. Aren't the covers cool?

I'm bummed though because I have to miss the groovy party tonight at the ultraswank Lenox Hotel in Boston due to my presidential duties (we're having a brunch tomorrow with author Hope Tarr, who is a new member of the chapter). But at least I'll be able to read Marley's books while sitting at the bar drinking champers tonight.


In the meantime, you can read an interview with the uber-cool Ms. Gibson over at Kwana's blog. Or just head to your local bookstore and buy a copy (or several) and give them to your friends.

Friday's Quirky Meme


Kwana tagged me for this quirky meme, so here are the rules:


Link the person who tagged you.
Mention the rules in your blog.
Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged


So here goes a few quirky things about me:

1. I can't stand snakes. Seriously, I won't even go into the reptile at the house at the zoo because they freak me out so much.


2. I have to read before I sleep at night. I can't go to bed unless I read for at least a 1/2 to an hour.

3. I don't like people who pop their gum. It just bugs the hell out of me to the point where I have contemplated killing the gum poppers. Remember the scene in Chicago, Cell Block Tango? The girl who killed her husband for popping his gum? That's me.


4. People who don't answer emails. If I can find 5 minutes out of my day to send an email, then the other person can damn well write back. No excuses. I think its rude and disrespectful.

5. Like Kwana, I'm a huge procrastinator but one that works really well under deadlines. No deadline no workie.


6. I keep my shoes back in the box that they came in. I have boxes on top of my closet where all my shoes live, snuggled nicely in their homes.


So for this quirky meme I'm tagging Marianne, Patt, Georgie Lee, Kelly Parra, Gabriele and Deirdre. Don't kill the messenger. Have fun.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Happy Beltane


Can you believe that it is May already? Where has all the time gone? If you are interested in finding out about all the traditions of Mayday, you can find them over at the Risky Regencies blog here.


May is one of my favorite months, partly because my favorite flowers, lilacs, are usually in bloom in May. Speaking of which, I may just have to stop by the flower shop tonight and pick-up a bunch after I take my poor tired feet to get a pedicure, so that I can have happy Spring feet. My Dad's birthday was in May, so I always like to have a nice glass of wine on May 8th to remember him. I should drink scotch since that was his beverage of choice, but I can't stomach the stuff. Anything that can strip the varnish off a table is not something I want to put in my stomach.


May also brings Brenda Novak's annual on-line charity auction for Diabetes which you can find here. There are tons of fabulous things to bid on, including an ARC of Julia Quinn's next book and various lunches with editors at National, and all the money goes to Diabestes research. Since my dad suffered from diabetes, I always try to bid on items during this auction.


I'm happy to report that the chapter from hell is finally done and edited and I started chapter 10 yesterday. I'd lost my mojo there for awhile during the writing. The middle of the book is the hardest part for me. I keep thinking of the 'sagging middle' syndrome, and since plotting isn't my strong suit, I have to work extra hard at this point to make sure that the story is moving forward. I have to make sure that I'm not racing too far ahead just to get to the end of the book. Especially since I have a cast of thousands in this book it seems like.


Last night I was supposed to do a market research thing for Appleton Rum. I was really excited about it because I was getting paid $200 in cash. Well, when I got there, they had overbooked so they didn't use me, but I still got paid! Isn't that awesome? $200 for doing absolutely nothing. And I also won an ARC of Susan Holloway Scott's next book this week. Sweet!

More Ugly Betty and Grey's Anatomy tonight! I can't wait.



Thanks for reading,


EKM

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

The Gaffe Heard Round the World

Is Paula Abdul crazier than a bedbug? Don't answer that question, because the answer is yes. Last night, during AI, she criticized Jason Castro before he had sung his second song. She claimed that she was just reading her notes for another performer, but she clearly thought that Jason had sung two songs because she said so. Despite the fact that Ryan only asked for the judges thoughts on the FIRST song.

She claimed on Ryan Seacrest's radio talk show that she got confused because they were only supposed to give feedback at the end of show, not in the middle, so her notes about another performer got screwed up with her Jason Castro notes. Yeah right Paula. And that's just Coke in your cup (alledgedly!).

I really felt for poor Jason Castro when she told him that she didn't think he was doing enough to get into the final four right before he had to sing his second song. Clearly she wasn't talking about David Archuleta or David Cook, or the two other girls in the competition. She had to have meant Jason Castro. My feeling is that she was reading off her notes from watching the rehearsal earlier in the day on his card. Because she was actually right in that Jason Castro looks like he's sleepwalking through the rest of the competition. Like he can't believe he's gotten this far on what seems to have been a lark, and now he might actually be with in spitting distance of winning it. Holy Bong Water Batman!

Is it just me or is it pretty obvious that the judges and the producers are hoping for an all David finale? The emo rocker vs. the cute kid. Maybe I've reached reality TV saturation but I'm not really invested this year the way I have been in the past. I think that David Cook will make a great album which I would buy and listen to but little David? Not so much. I haven' t bought Jordin Sparks CD either.

Sigh!

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Ugh, I drank too much coffee!


Oh my god, I think I have a coffee hangover! How is that possible? That's the last time I drink about 5 cups of coffee before I go to bed. I couldn't sleep at all last night, and now my tummy feels a little funky. Why did I drink so much coffee? Well, I was helping out a friend doing a blind coffee tasting. I hate coffee on a good day, the only good cup of coffee I've ever had in my life was in Venice. So this morning, I had to drink tea, because I just couldn't face a cup of joe.

I turn on the computer this morning and people are still debating the Miley Cyrus photos in Vanity Fair. All I have to say is that her parents and her handlers were with her on the shoot, they all looked at the photos as they were being shot. The only reason they are backtracking now is because there was a hue and cry about them looking like child pornography. If anyone had been praising the photos, Disney and Miley would be crowing about how brilliant Annie Leibowitz is (and she is brilliant). Don't blame Vanity Fair or Annie Leibowitz. Let's face it, its a coup that they wanted Miley on the cover and its not even the July or January issues which are usually the ones where they put untried celebrities. They didn't take advantage of poor, little Miley. That girl is as tough as old boots. This isn't the first time she's had to explain herself for racy photos. The other times, the photos were taken by her and her friends.


She's clearly a teenage girl, testing her boundaries, only this time on the cover of a major publication. The photos are no more racy then anything Britney did for her first album. Remember the picture of her on the cover of Rolling Stone, in her little skimpy bra and panties? When teenagers starlets/singers have to start posing so provacatively? I don't remember this happening with Connie Francis and Sandra Dee, not to mention Marie Osmond. Even Hilary Duff was smarter and savvier but then was Vanity Fair and Annie Leibowitz calling?


On to more fun stuff, next week, my friend Leanna Renee Heiber will be visiting the blog to celebrate her new release Dark Nest from Crescent Moon Press. So stay tuned for her interview on Monday.


Thanks for reading,


EKM

Monday, April 28, 2008

Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down


I'm sorry, is not that the cutest picture ever? And I know I've used this title before, but its one of my favorite Carpenters songs.

Its pouring down rain here today, which required me to break out my adorable navy blue rainboots with the white polkadots and the pink trim in order to keep my feet from getting soaking wet.

My weekend was totally boring for the most part, except for Saturday night when I went out with one of my bestest friends to a lovely Indian restaurant called Surya in the West Village, where I had two delicious mango drinks after a very long day. It started at 6:00 when I had to get up to get downtown to the Tribeca Cinema for my volunteer assignment at the Film Festival. Basically it was putting out breakfast food for the teenage Film Festival Fellows. There were about 20 of them, who get to hang out at the festival, watch movies and then pitch a movie idea at the end of their week.

I was done by 10 am but after that I went over to the Philoctetes Center for a talk on Literature and Pyschoanalysis. I'll spare you what the talk was about because basically I spent the entire time making a list of Scandalous Women I want to write about. Productive but not really what the event was about. I did perk up whenever they started talking about Shakespeare and Freud vs. Jung which is one of my favorite topics.

After an unhappily brief conversation with cutie pie author, I had to run home because I had taken the wrong copy of the Helen Mirren autobiography for my friend. I had taken my copy not hers with the inscription from Helen Mirren. Luck was with me, because I managed to get home and back downtown in basically an hour.

Oh, and I received my Golden Heart scores which were interesting to say the least. It ran the gamut from a high of 9 to the low of 4.5 (which is exactly half of the highest score), the rest were 2 high 8's and a 7. Since there is no feedback, I'll never know why judge 3 hated the book so much and my judge 1 liked it a great deal. My average was 37.8 which was just shy of getting me into the top tier of judging.

I'm glad I entered the Golden Heart because it got me over my contest fears. I think everyone should enter a contest at least once in their writing life, whether its a contest for unpubbed or pubbed like the RITA's. I may even enter MUCH ADO ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL, in the Stiletto contest or even another RWA contest. Who knows!

In the meantime, for those who live in the tri-state area, stay dry!

Thanks for reading,

EKM