Hello Again!

Wow, I’ve really been awful about blogging lately. The main reason is that I’ve been posting a lot on BabyMama, so if you want to see what I’ve been writing about, check that out. I’m especially fond of this piece but roam around the site and see what you think.

I’ve also just been busy, happily working on a bunch of different projects with different people and also just enjoying hanging with my kids and traveling a little. I just had an amazing trip to the east coast, stopping first at my college reunion and then going on to see some plays and have some work meetings in New York. (Except REALLY it was all just an excuse to see my son, who’s in college in Connecticut and won’t be home until Thanksgiving.) When I think back to where I was almost exactly a year ago (here’s a reminder), I can’t believe how far I’ve come in twelve months. I’m in a very good place right now and beyond grateful to be here.

Anyway, the big news here is that I’ve sold another YA novel, so expect to see a new one from me in spring of 2017! I’m so happy about this one–it’s a whole new direction for me. I’m working with a new publishing house (Harcourt Houghton Mifflin) and an editor who’s lovely, and the manuscript is already written, so I only need to edit and change a few things, which makes it all play and no work. This one isn’t based on Austen or any other of the greats–it’s just ME from start to end. We’re still playing around with the title so I’ll let you know what it is when I know it.

Finally, if you want a smile, watch this. (You can skip to the one minute mark to get to the good stuff.) I can’t NOT smile when I watch this. Plus the refrain of “Look around, look around–how lucky we are to be alive right now” kind of makes your heart swell, even when it’s sung by lip-synching men in little King George crowns.

And here come the holidays, roaring down the hill . . .  So here’s a nice quiet photo to bring you peace and contentment. IMG_0912


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Stop Worrying about College. Please?

Here’s a link to an article of mine in an online magazine I’ve been doing some writing for. While you’re there, check out the whole site–there’s a lot of good stuff there.

Anyway, here’s my article–it’s about stopping the college push insanity. Sometimes I feel like an alien on the west side of LA, because I don’t care whether or not my kids go to a big name school. My article explains why . . .

Now back to VACATION.

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Hey, Look, We All Have Bodies!

I just had my IUD taken out. It gave me nine years of wonderful service but I don’t need it anymore–ain’t no fertility left in this old chicken.

I just talked about a) contraception and b) menopause. Should I be embarrassed?

No. And I’m not just saying that because I’m the sort of person who’ll talk about anything at any time with anybody. It’s because I think this world would be an infinitely better place if people just talked freely and comfortably about their bodies and its drives, needs, and physical make-up.

I hate the concept of shame more than anything else. I want that word stricken from our vocabulary. The only thing people should feel shame about is being mean, unfair, petty, or callous. But no one should feel shame because her body has desires, impulses or needs. Obviously, we need to be in control of those desires, impulses, and needs–if we ate ten donuts every time we got hungry, we’d be harming ourselves (although . . . what a way to go).

But feeling shame because our bodies get aroused or have some sort of dysfunction or simply because they’re BODIES? Think of how often you hear people try to shame women for wearing skimpy clothing, as if the body itself is shameful and it’s the woman’s responsibility to keep hers covered up. That’s bullshit–it’s a woman’s right to show as much skin as she wants. Period.

There are two things that scientific studies have linked to a reduction in teen pregnancy (and therefore abortions); access to contraception and sexual education that’s NOT abstinence only (that ridiculous approach doesn’t work because URGES). In other words, teach kids to understand how their bodies work, allow them to feel comfortable with its desires and needs, then educate them in the ways to SAFELY act on those desires and needs. (And of course, by “safely,” I mean in ways that are safe to OTHERS as well as yourself. Anything non-consensual is not safe.)  It’s astonishing to me that there are people who preach against masturbation and contraception. What’s safer than masturbation? It’s good, clean, calorie-free fun. And contraception lets you have sex without worrying about getting pregnant or getting an STD–it’s like the greatest thing in the WORLD and I dream of being the contraception Easter Bunny, tossing out condoms where e’er I go.

We have bodies that shit, piss, get boners, get aroused, vomit, eat, produce earwax, mucus, and that weird black stuff between our toes. Educating ourselves about how to keep those bodies as healthy as possible–without denying that any of that exists–is the only way to be at peace with ourselves and accepting of others. Frankness, honesty, acceptance, education, shared experiences, a sense of humor . . . those are our salvation.

Let’s own our bodies’ urges, figure out how to act on them safely, and educate others to do the same. Above all, let’s TALK freely and openly about what our bodies want and need. There’s no shame in that. The only true shame is ignorance and small-mindedness.

That said, I’ll spare you the blow-by-blow of my gyno exam today. Not out of shame. Just because it was boring.


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How to Be a Successful Writer* (*spoiler alert–I have no idea)

My first novel was like an eruption from my heart onto the page. I composed entire scenes in my head while I rocked my young kids to sleep, and then raced to my laptop and pounded out the words. It was satisfying, cathartic, romantic–both the act of writing and the book itself.

Eventually, it got published–a dream come true–but no one bought it–a nightmare come true.

I wrote another novel with an eye toward the market. I wrote it slightly cynically, threw in a lot of popular tropes, took all of the editor’s notes, felt no particular pride of possession, and forgot it almost as soon as it was done.

It sold very well.

If you think you can draw a conclusion from any of this, you’re wrong.

Since then I’ve written many more novels–seven of which have been published–and some have sold and some haven’t. I promise you, if I could tell you what the determining factor is for literary success, I WOULD ONLY HAVE SUCCESSES. I’m not writing for my own pleasure.

Oh, wait, maybe I am.

Which brings me to the age-old question: why do I write? Why do other authors write? Is there a correlation between the reason you write and your ultimate success as a writer?

Some people genuinely seem to have something to say, a message to impart to the world, a burning vision. Which maybe leads to true brilliance . . . but can also just as easily lead to the situation in the movie Sideways where you’re told that your novel is absolutely wonderful, but no one wants to publish it, because it’s just not what the market wants right now.

There are others who seem to have their fingers on the pulse of the public, giving them vampires when they want vampires, bleak thrillers when that’s what’s selling. If the timing works and they’re good at what they do . . . huge success. But there’s also a risk of just being derivative and chasing a market.

Obviously, through luck or insight, some people hit the sweet spot–write the book they want to write at just the right time for the market.

I hate those people.

I don’t really, of course.

I just envy them.

I write the way I read–chaotically, experimentally, somewhat thoughtlessly, flitting from one genre to another, feeling very much tapped into the zeitgeist at one moment (loved Gone Girl) and then completely alienated another (never did make it through the first Twilight, let alone all four). The same is true for me as a writer: I’ve hit the sweet spot a couple of times, missed it a few more.

Sometimes I aspire to writing the great American novel, and sometimes I just want to be allowed to keep writing in whatever humble way I can.

Right now I’m in between projects–just sent something off to my agent and am trying to decide what to work on next. The freedom is exhilarating. The freedom is terrifying.

The page is very blank . . .  but it’s also filled with questions.


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Book Publication Day!

Hey, guys! WRONG ABOUT THE GUY has landed: it’s officially on sale now.

It’s sort of a modernization of EMMA, but it’s also about living a Hollywood life and about verbally sparring with cute guys and about trying to get into college and about best friends who maybe can’t always keep up with you and about little brothers who don’t talk or make eye contact and mothers and stepfathers who can’t agree what to do about that.

Mostly it’s just romantic and fun.

41ZmlwxrfNLPlease buy it. Please read it. Please love it. Please love me.

Okay, that got needy real fast.

And now my laptop charger won’t work unless I jiggle it. Which is about as exciting as publication day gets around these here parts.

I’m always happy to sign and mail bookplates that you can stick inside your books so they’re sort of signed by me! Just let me know if you want one.

WRONG ABOUT THE GUY. It’s what’s for dinner.

I may have the tagline wrong . . .

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Jane Austen, Alison Bechdel, and me

My fourth YA novel comes out on Tuesday. (But you can get it this weekend at the LA Times Festival of Books!) Like the previous three, it’s loosely based on a Jane Austen novel—in this case, Emma. I strayed pretty far from the original this time, so if you’re someone who likes her Austen modernized but still very familiar, consider yourself warned and please don’t yell at me because there’s a non-Austenian subplot

Still, I did borrow quite a few elements from the original, which meant I found myself facing a by-now-familiar challenge: how do I take a marriage plot novel and transfer it to a high school setting without making the girls in it ridiculously boy crazy? Putting aside the whole marriage issue (which I do, of course), I still don’t think teenage girls should be obsessed with landing boyfriends.

Don’t get me wrong: I love a good romance. I just feel my heroines should stumble upon love in the process of doing other stuff—it shouldn’t be their goal, just a happy bonus.

Plus there’s the whole Bechdel Test thing.

For those of you who haven’t heard of it, the Bechdel Test came from a comic strip written by the incredibly brilliant Alison Bechdel (of Fun Home fame). It was written to be about movies, but it works for novels too. Here’s the strip:

The famous strip

The famous strip

I’m not sure if Austen’s original Emma would itself pass Bechdel’s test, but she gets a break–back in her day, unless a woman was super rich, she pretty much had to marry her way to a decent future. Plus she’s Jane Austen--one of the most brilliant writers ever. She gets to do whatever the hell she wants because she does it so freakin’ well.

But I’m no Austen and times have changed, so I wanted my novel about modern young women to pass the Bechdel Test. My solution? Change the eligible bachelor storyline to an eligible college storyline.

In my version, “Emma” isn’t trying to convince her friend to pursue a guy who may or may not be interested in her—she’s trying to get her to apply to a college that may or may not accept her. Now the girls are talking about something other than boys. Like most of the high school seniors I know IRL, they’re focusing on their next four years of school, where they’ll go, whether they’ll fit in, what it will be like.

Fictional romances can be fun and inspiring and exhilarating. But they should never make a young woman’s value dependent on her ability to successfully land a guy.


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A Post from My Daughter

My 17-year-old wrote today’s post about living with an autoimmune disease.

Dear Addison’s disease,

Thank you for shutting down my adrenal glands, thyroid, and other body parts.
Thank you for making me tan.
Thank you for making my scars darker, legs weaker, and eyes heavier.
Thank you for the endless doctor visits and hospital gowns.
Thank you for making me special.
Thank you for the medical bracelets.

And, if I’m thanking you, we can’t forget the 12 vials of blood that gets taken from me when prescribed. I’d like it, though, if you could make me less tired, and let me occasionally have enough energy to curl my hand into a fist. Because it’s actually scary when you can’t. And I’ll never forget the time when–because of you–I got diagnosed with two other diseases, and asked my mom after seeing the doctor “Mom, why do I keep getting diseases?” Because although that’s scary on one hand, it gets quite confusing when later you’re told “you’re fine. Go run a mile” when you know you really and honestly can’t.

And while we’re at it, thank you for scaring my parents when I get to the point where I can’t walk or talk because one little white pill is a bit off. School is already hard, so why are you trying to make it harder? How bad are you, and why can’t anyone give me a clear answer about it? It’s hard enough to wake up to go to school, but that’s not enough for you, is it? No, you have to make it so I don’t have cortisol or energy in the morning to even stand a fair chance.

But, Addison’s, here’s the kicker: I kind of love you. You’ve made life hell, but you’ve made me special. No one understands you, so no one can make assumptions. But, could you ask people to stop asking what it’s like to go on a roller coaster without adrenaline? Cause I don’t really know anything different.

So, here we are in our twelfth year of living together. You know me, I know you. What are we going to do now?


PS send help


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