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Entries in General Mayhem (2)


Jamie's crying, Leesha's laughing

Yes, after hiding from social media all week, I was finally called out to do the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge by the Pulpwood Queen herself, Kathy Murphy, Adele Macomber, and Jerry Jordan along with all the kids at the Great Falls Community Rec Center. The pressure was on! So I donated. I got soaked. And I nominated fellow authors Lisa See and Lisa Genova, plus Vanilla Ice (who else can bring this thing to an end?)

If you can, please donate at www.alsa.org, or to your favorite charity, or just do something nice today. Time for me to dry off...


My weekend, now in Technicolor

American Gothic meets Jackson PollockAh, nothing turns my teenagers into whining, gnashing, feral creatures like the phrase, “Family Portraits.” Fortunately, the über-talented photographer, Phillip Procopio, came to our rescue. Okay, Phillip is my stepson; so I might be a little biased—but seriously—he’s amazing. And it was lovely to come home after the shoot feeling like refugees from Burning Man.

If you’re on Facebook you can see more of the photos here.

As far as that whole book thing I keep working on, the new version of Whispers of a Thunder God is at 214 pages, with another 200 pages to go. Most of the rewriting was in the first half of the book (the new version begins 5 years earlier), so I feel as though I’m coasting downhill at this point. Hopefully I’ll have this beast ready to go in about six weeks. Give or take a year or two, you know how authors are…

In other news, here’s a NYT article on mixed-race authors (that be me). Hotel is included, which coincides with it being named the Best Story of the Mixed Experience at this year’s Mixed Roots Festival in LA.

On a trivial note, Hotel is in its 27th printing. Someone asked me “How many printings?” at a recent book event and honestly, I stopped counting after 7-8. But my agent came to the rescue with that bit of Intel.

Speaking of my agent, Kristin Nelson, this week she had four clients on the New York Times Bestseller list simultaneously. I say this with pride and admiration because there were folks who wondered why I said NO to several NYC agents and went with someone in Denver. They're not wondering anymore.

Also, I’ve been invited to a book festival in Brazil, shortly after Thanksgiving. I’m hoping it works out. Like Sandra Bullock’s character in While You Were Sleeping, I went for most of my adult life without a stamp in my passport. I’d love to add one from Brazil. (Though I don’t think I’d be happy marrying Bill Pullman).

And on an entirely unrelated-to-anything, fanboy kind of moment, my favorite poet on the planet, Anis Mojgani, tweeted me. Now I know how teenager girls feel when Justin Bieber winks at them.

If you haven’t heard of Anis, stop reading this immediately and go watch this. Go now. It'll be the best four minutes you've spent in a long while.