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What’s Missing, What’s Here: On The Eve of My Book’s Birth Day

I seem to be living in a spiral-shaped sea shell these days. Harper turned four on Monday. Ollie will be two in a few weeks. And this Tuesday, April 2nd, a few days after the kids’ birthday party with all its balloons and frosting, my book officially comes out. The Mermaid of Brooklyn is about a mother with two kids, two years apart, like mine, but I started writing it when Harper was just a few months old, one day after a visit to the swingset, with her asleep in the carrier on my chest. I was thinking about my great-grandmother and rusalkis and the weird culture of Brooklyn parenting more than my actual parenting experiences, although of course it all gets mixed in together. And on Tuesday, my book launch will be at Powerhouse on 8th, the new bookstore in the building I lived in when I wrote the book. 2 kids, 4 years, and a move later: the book.

Of course I’m so excited and thankful. But also: confused.

Thanks to Jenna Blum for my very own milk carton!

Thanks to Jenna Blum for my very own milk carton!

Due to ongoing contract disputes between my publishers and Barnes & Noble, it’s very unlikely anyone will be able to find my book at a B&N store. In many parts of the country, that’s the only place to go and stroll about and discover a new book. I know my suburban Chicago B&N outlet was where I went on weeknights as a teenager to drink cinnamon-plum tea and read philosophy texts and women’s magazines (yes, at the same time) with my best friend and browse around in the quiet store at 8 pm and happen upon some book on a table I never would have heard of otherwise — and I feel like B&N should remember this, and care. I guess what I’m saying is, I really love B&N. I love my indies, and always support them, but when I was growing up in the suburbs, B&N was a sanctuary of sorts for me. And I have been so happy with Simon & Schuster and everyone at my division, Touchstone, and all their support of my book, and I get that both sides have their reasons. I know. It’s not personal.

What replaced my neighborhood Barnes & Noble.

What replaced my neighborhood Barnes & Noble.

But then, also, an unexpectedly nice thing has happened, because of all this B&N business: S&S authors, all (coincidence?) female novelists, have banded together to try to get our books on the radar.  M.J. Rose, Jenna Blum, Randy Susan Meyers – these are authors I have only known from afar, who are doing what I aspire to — writing smart books about women’s lives that readers obsessively love — and yet suddenly we’re all tweeting each other all the time. I feel this solidarity with other writers whose books are coming out into this mess, like we are all book-sisters (and not just competing for the seven spots for reviews left in the country). And there’s something really, really nice about that. I would post all their book covers here but I still have a lot of laundry to fold. So go here, and check out these wonderful books!

I once read an interview with an author whose debut novel had been largely ignored. When asked how he felt about the book’s reception he said something like, “You know, my wife and I just had our first baby, and that is a very good distraction, and puts everything else into perspective.” I loved this. I’ve found balancing writerhood and mothership to be challenging. It’s hard to find the time and focus and energy to write, even if, maybe especially if, you’re writing ABOUT motherhood. But I’ve also the combination to be a nourishing one.

Take today: I could have spent the day obsessing about my book and what will or won’t happen with it, but I was too busy having an adventure on the subway and a raucous playdate and making Charlie & Lola decorations for the birthday party. Ollie played in an afternoon sunbeam, swiping his hand at the glowing dust motes, laughing hysterically. Harper told me she was having a hard time deciding whether to be a doctor or a teacher. At bedtime, the kids cuddled up and Harper read Ollie his favorite books, and he propped his fat little cheek in his fat little hand to listen intently, and I almost cried, and that was all that really mattered about today. I’m lucky, lucky, lucky and I know it. I would of course like to be a lucky, lucky, lucky author with books in B&N but whatever, I’ll take what I can get.

And so:

If you live in New York City, please join me at one of my readings! Wine and bunny crackers, obviously, will be served.

If you don’t, please go into your local Barnes & Noble and with a very puzzled look on your face, ask where oh where is that great Mermaid of Brooklyn book you’ve been hearing so much about could be.

And finally, if you can identify the provenance of the bookstore pictured above, feel a moment of in-on-the-joke pride. Go on, really enjoy it. Then, tell me in the comments (but don’t Google it, you dirty cheater)and if you’re the first one to do so (and you are not my husband) I’ll send you a book!

The Black Apple, always awesome.

The Black Apple, always awesome.

The Handwriting on the Wall. Er, Ceiling. Well, In the Ceiling. Oh, Just Read It.

The Note in the Ceiling

The Note in the Ceiling

In honor of National Handwriting Day, I share the above note. Adam wrote it, in his adorable chicken-scratchy handwriting, after our first summer stay at a sweet little beach house in New Jersey. He tucked it into a ceiling tile (all right, it’s a humble place) and promptly forgot all about it. A few months ago, we got this email:

Hi Amy and Adam

When we started on the work to repair the inside of the house after the hurricane, your note tucked in the ceiling floated down. I want you to know that it lifted my spirits that day. To know that our little house brought you and your family a little bit of happiness helped me get through the initial shock of what has to be done.

We are so lucky that only material things are ruined. My daughters and their husbands went down with my husband the first day to help with the clean out as I watched the grandkids. Thank God for family.

I was down with my sister and daughter to finish cleaning when your note floated down. I hope your attached note brings back some good memories. We are all very emotionally attached to our beach house and are now on the road to getting it back together for next summer.

Chris

Everything about the exchange floods me with warm, happy nostalgia: remembering that lovely summer; knowing that we accidentally cheered someone’s Sandy recovery; and most viscerally, seeing Adam’s handwriting, which I very rarely see. Let’s all spend the day writing notes — by hand! on paper! — and tucking them away places, shall we?

The Next Big Thing Book Blog Meme!

Write like a motherfucker.

Write like a motherfucker.

I have dropped so many balls lately, that with every step I take I’m essentially wading through one of those ball pits that children like to contract smallpox in at overachieving birthday parties. But here was a fun thing I was supposed to do that got lost in the wild week of kids, more work than usual, a freelance article, book business, playschool drama, and even a co-op building meeting: THE NEXT BIG THING MEME, yay! Thanks to the lovely Kate Hopper for tagging me!

What is the title of your book?

The Mermaid of Brooklyn

What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?

A stressed-out Park Slope mother recovers her sense of purpose in life with the help of a mermaid.

What genre does your book fall under?

Fiction. (I almost wrote Women’s Fiction, but then I was like, nah, fuck that.)

Where did the idea come from for the book?

The inspiration was threefold: 1) a bit of family lore about how a pair of shoes saved my great-grandmother’s life, which I heard at a time when 2) I was reading about the powerful, seductive, mysterious rusalkas (aka mermaids)of Slavic folklore. The connection between these aspects marinated for a bit and then 3) I found myself becoming a stay-at-home mother to a baby, in the ever-fascinating parenting culture of Park Slope, Brooklyn. And voila: The Mermaid of Brooklyn was born.

How long did it take you to write the first draft of the manuscript?

About two years.

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

A mother at the playground had read some books pitched toward young urban mothers that she found annoying, and she said, “I just want someone to write a book for moms like me.”

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

I have a literary agent who did the businessy magic of selling the book to Touchstone/Simon & Schuster (US) and Pan Macmillan (UK).

What other works would you compare this book to within your genre?

It’s possible that comparisons with Amy Sohn, the grand mistress of Park Slope parent fiction, are forthcoming, but I’ve actually never read her books so I’m not sure how alike we really are. Our names sure are similar though! But I’d say readers who liked Peter Hedges’ Brooklyn-y The Heights, Lorrie Moore’s funny-sad mediation on motherhood The Gate at the Top of the Stairs, Maria Semple’s funny-sad mediation on motherhood Where’d You Go, Bernadette?  and/or stories with a hint of the surreal in them, like The Time-Traveler’s Wife, or Alice Hoffman’s novels, will, I’d hope, like my book too.

What actors would you choose to play the part of your characters in a movie rendition?

Oh man. I hate to boss around my readers, who should cast their own MofB movie however they like. But since you asked, my main character, Jenny, I see as a 2010 Zooey Deschanel. (She’s gotten a little too glamorous lately, but you get what I mean.) And my husband will definitely give me shit for this, but I always thought of Cute Dad as being played by Paul Schneider, on whom I have an undignified crush.

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

Reading it will make you instantly happier, richer, ambidextrous, and able to do 20 sit-ups.

Just in case it doesn’t, an acquaintance of mine read the book and wrote me, unbidden: “Basically: your book made me forget my own troubles while simultaneously soothing them; it made me feel better about life.” Isn’t that so nice?

AND The next thing I was supposed to do was to tag five authors who have exciting projects coming out now or soon or eventually. But I just wrote them today. (Doing!) (That was a ball dropping.) (And then bouncing again.) (Like how I carried that image through? Professional writer here!) So I will repost if they are able to participate. But just know that you should be very excited about new works forthcoming from Siobhan Adcock, Julia Fierro, Leigh Newman, Shana Youngdahl, and Sara Barron!

M. Beth Bloom: My Interview with a Vampire (-YA-novelist)

M. Beth Bloom is one of those ridiculously prolific artists who makes you wonder how she does it all. I mean that in a very concrete way: how are there enough hours in the day to perform and tour with several bands, co-run an independent record label and a raw food catering company, write screenplays and novels, and have the best fashion sense on the West Coast? I like to think if I didn’t have these children of mine I would be this prolific and cool but that’s obviously not the case. I would spend way too much time reading the newspaper while wearing sweatpants. Anyway, what I do know is that if you visit L.A. and are lucky enough to see it through this lady’s eyes, it will transform from the traffic jam-and-movie-stars place you’ve heard about into a magic land of dreamy creativity.

Authoress M. Beth Bloom, just hanging out and totally not getting attacked by vampires.

So her debut novel, Drain You, which comes out in just two little days, is a delight: dark, funny, smart. The heroine Quinn effortlessly embodies that 90’s “whatever” zeitgeist; the book channels Heathers, Weetzie Bat, and the delicious spookiness of Interview With a Vampire. Drain You is a page-turner for its heart-racing plot, but also for the writing itself: in the world of this book, for example, handsome inane jerk-boys are called Spaders; Quinn is prone to hilarious, dry statements like “My taste in guys had gone from lame to dystopian,” and “Whit was surprisingly chill on the subject of ampire-vays.” (I somehow imagined the whole book narrated in Jeanine Garafolo’s voice.)

Drain You is ostensibly a YA novel (though its dark themes of death and vampire-sex definitely tilt it toward the older end of that spectrum), but I think it appeals equally to ancient readers such as myself for whom the 90’s references are less a period piece and more nostalgia for those teen years of driving around, bored, underdressed, undersupervised, and drinking way too much Diet Coke.

Miss M. Beth was kind enough to answer my questions about her book over email recently…
You’re also a musician. How do you think your love of music informs your writing, and vice versa?

Honestly, writing should absolutely come first, because I love it first and best, but it most often can’t because music is my JOB and pays my BILLS.  which is all so silly to say, that making music would be more lucrative and safe, but at this time, it actually is.  so mainly when i’m making music i’m thinking quite literally, shit, i should be writing, i want to be writing, i’d rather be writing (is that a bumper sticker already?).  band practice is usually preceded or succeeded by a long writing session.  being a writer hasn’t made me a better lyricist, but i do fantasize about writing about being an underground musician and how bizarrely straightforward and hardworking and unglamorous it is.
What made you decide to write a YA novel? Any YA authors you’re especially into or influenced by?

I didn’t really set out to write one.  I wanted to write about a teenager and then poof i had a YA book.  In my mind it was always sort of for adults and then after page 100,110,120, someone had to tell me i’d written a young adult novel.  i always think of that time of life as being really poignant and humorous (that is, conceptually, haha, in reality it’s DISTURBING and humiliating), a total wet lushland of writerly promise.  I’m actually quite proud to write for teens now – my new book is YA, and i’m sure i’ll write a few more.

as for YA authors i’m inspired by, i really love Blake Nelson’s “Girl” and Daniel Handler’s “The Basic Eight.”  both are genius – funny, sad, weird.
LA is an important character in this book, and is described in kind of rapturous terms. But my impression is that (and maybe it’s just that I live in New York) people love to be down on LA. Why do you think it gets a bad rap? How has your relationship with LA defined you as an artist? What about Southern California inspires you?

That’s interesting, i mean, i know of just the opposite.  whenever i have friends or relatives visiting here they’re freaking out over how beautiful the weather is, and the sea and the mountains, and the sunsets.  i think maybe people are down on “HOLLYWOOD” – but i have no idea why.  people are just as plastic and lunatic and rich and unhappy for no reason in other cities and states in this country.  hollywood has its charm, for sure.  i LOVE beverly hills.  and i love repping LA in my writing.  i think i’ll set every book i write here, at least in part, because i feel like the landscape and the vibe sets up a very clear mood.  other great female LA writers – Sandra Tsing Loh, Francesca Lia Block, Carolyn See – have seen it in its many facets and glories and i hope to continue that tradition.  i think the canyons are mysterious and lovely and wild and poetic – but i especially like when my teenage characters take that for granted and just see them as tree-y and boring.
How do you balance all your creative projects? I know you to be someone who seems to always be working on about a million things at once — screenplays, music, a catering company…how do you do it?

you give up a lot of personal time.  you lose a lot of what i think of as the “normal” early 30-something life-schedule – searching for houses, thinking about having and raising children, rewarding yourself with a little vacation, flying across the country to see family.  but i like the diagonal, slanted view of life at my age – it suits me.  it could all flip in a year, but right now i love to work, and suppose i love to be stressed (or else why wouldn’t i calm myself down!!?!?).  i think ambition is a serious itch, one some people can never scratch, and i didn’t realize until recently that i was one of those people.  every day is a strange goal-oriented set of hours where i’m crossing items off lists.  and then shopping online for expensive lipstick to remind myself i’m more human than drone bee.
As someone who was a teenager in the 90s, I loved that this was a kind of period piece. I feel like there was a kind of everyday nihilism that was allowed in teenage culture back then — Heathers, Nirvana — that everyone’s afraid of now, and that famous pre-September 11th apathy that make that decade the perfect setting for this story. But maybe that’s putting words into your mouth…what made you decide to set this in the 90s?

setting it in the 90s was one of those non-decision decisions.  i was a teenager in the 90s.  that’s the real reason. that’s what i know.  in a way, writing about teenage culture now – cell phone fads and current celebrities – was daunting and horrifying.  i thought to myself, how can i write this with any authenticity and sincerity?  how can i make it not seem like one of those bad disney shows where it feels like a boardroom of 50 year-old men and women are trying to appeal to kids with broad jokes about texting and justin bieber, and INSTEAD make it seem like one of those great disney shows where the writers are funny and timeless and remember that it’s all about being awkward and self-focused and ill-equipt to deal.  also the 90s are so rich in this way that the current times aren’t – mainly because it’s an era past.  we can study and obsess over and poke fun at it in a way we can’t really (not with much witticism anyway) of our present day.  i was encouraged though to tone the decade down and delete the name christian slater.
Why vampires?

that’s simply because vampire books are so funny and geeky, and 3 years ago when i wrote this, they were the most popular YA genre.  why not try your hand at something so mainstream and omnipresent, when that’s not really what you’re personally drawn to?  i always considered myself the outsider, the weirdo, in high school, so why not write a vampire book for a girl who’s cool in other ways?  who likes music and movies and books more than she likes other people?  who’s a mess socially, and selfish, and totally random about her affections.  and vampires, when they aren’t being buff or murderous, are actually really fun and mostly gay (thanks to anne rice).  it’s a great writing experiment – write about vampires who don’t care about being vampires, or ghosts who barely notice they’re dead, or werewolves who can’t really be bothered to be scary.  not to mention there’s great late 80s/90s vampire iconography to play with – the lost boys, near dark, buffy the vampire slayer, interview with the vampire.
Quinlan Lacy is a unique, fascinating, strong character — did you set out to create a strong female character? Were there other characters or people who influenced the creation of her?

ladies, if you’re a writer and you’re not interested in writing strong female characters, do me a favor and write under a man’s pen name.  it’s all about a personal, unique brand of feminism when you’re a woman writer – which is to say, you create that feminism and for each woman it’s different, but portraying women with originality and wit and spark is vital.  i always look to lorrie moore when i’m creating a new female character because she makes every woman seem like a brilliant, honest, melancholic, hopeful, wistful snowflake!  weetzie bat is always a great heroine to dissect – she loves sex and fashion and food and music – and the heroines of “the little friend” and “children’s hospital.”  but also the original buffy (as written by joss whedon and played by kristy swanson), who’s at first mean-spirited and stuck-up and shallow, but ultimately sweet and ass-kicking and serious.  i like all those things in a woman, ALL OF THEM!

also, quinn’s basically a version of me in high school.  definitely my attitude toward my parents and friends and school and boys.  my bedroom, my wardrobe, my messy eyeliner, my peeling off bjork poster.  moi sans vampires.

Is there going to be a sequel? PLEASE?

don’t think so.  not unless the book is wildly popular and there’s demand of some sort.  i can’t imagine myself as a vampire trilogy kind of writer.  though why not bust through that mainstream myth too!
If I were reading this with a book group I would need to engage everyone in a lengthy Team James/Team Whit/Team Morgan discussion..but not apprope here I guess.
For the record, I think that Whit seems really nice.

i love whit too.  whit’s the one you want to be with quinn and he’s the one ultimately she will be with (at least for one semester, haha), because she’s not going to BECOME a vampire.  she lives in the (sort of) real world!
Thanks so much! I really loved the book — could not put it down. Quinn’s the coolest. But she needs to drink less Diet Coke.

if someone wrote a realistic day to day account of what teenagers ate and drank, we’d all be horrified.  but yes, much less diet coke.  she’ll be the kind of 30 year-old who’ll only drink kefir and kombucha and judge anyone who even sips a soda water.  i may or may not know from personal experience.

Drain You. I am now hypnotizing you into to buying this book for all the cool teenage girls you know. You are viiiisiiiting Powells.com…you are orrrrdderrrrrinnnng the boooookkkk…
Is it working?

 

The Novel, The Shore

First, bookishness: There is finally a cover for The Mermaid of Brooklyn, née The Double Life of Jenny Lipkin, and I love it and you will love it too. OR ELSE. No, trust me, you’ll love it. I can’t share it yet…but I will. Oh, you bet I will. And the UK rights for the book have sold which is obviously mega-exciting. I can’t wait to go through the manuscript and add “u”s to all the “color”s and “favorites”! JK. Though I totally would if they wanted me to.

I think I’m finally done with the revisions too. Though it gets to the point where it’s hard to stop. Every word seems to beg for a bit of jostling about! But at a certain point you’re also just so sick of the thing you can’t imagine ever even talking about it, let alone trying to tell people to read it. (Aren’t they all so sick of it?)

I’m of course so excited and thankful for the book’s impending release. But I have to admit to some nerves too. The book is after all about a Brooklyn mother of 2. She struggles with depression and a crappy husband, and her story is not mine (rather, it’s loosely based on the life of my great-grandmother — very loosely! — and superimposed onto my own setting, oh right and there’s a mermaid). Also, she doesn’t wear glasses, so how could she possibly be me? But already the comments have begun. Oy! Poor Adam. He took my author photo over the weekend and I stood there in the bedroom trying to form a smile that would project: “EVERYTHING IS OK. I’M OK!  I ADORE MY KIDS! MY HUSBAND WOULD NEVER LEAVE HIS WIFE AND KIDS! HE’S GREAT! I MADE IT UP! I DON’T WANT TO HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH A CUTE STAY-AT-HOME-DAD! I LOVE MY FAMILY AND BEING A MOM AND NEVER FEEL LIKE JUMPING OFF A BRIDGE, PROMISE! ALSO I’VE NEVER MET A MERMAID.” I hope it worked. What do you think?

I’m okay! I just like to make up stories, that’s all! Promsies!

And So:

Next week we are going on vacation to the glamorous Jersey Shore. Just like the show! Okay, I don’t really know anything about the show, I just know that it’s a little funny to joke about it. Snooki! Right? I’m really looking forward to the family time, the 30-minutes-at-a-time-before-we-all-get-hot-and-sick-of-sand beach days, the little house we’re renting. And I’m hoping to score some naptimes to pound out a draft of a short story I’ve had twitching around my brain (that’s an inside joke with myself, related to the story! ha ha, me!).

And after that I’m think I’m going to try to make this a place for a weekly Read Balloon post about books and that’s it for a while. I know I haven’t been blogging much here anyway, but I think it will help my brain to decide this. I’m going to try to set aside scraps of writing time for the aforementioned short story and then a new novel I’m outlining. And for some crazy reason I’m a juror for a Canadian book prize! So I will soon have a stack of books to read. I’m scared about that. But you just can’t say no to Canadians. They’ll kill you in your sleep.

Which is too bad because I want to tell you about the awesome Slow Reader’s Book Group I’m now a part of, and all the very terribly amusing things my children do, and the very terribly amusing ways I invent to make life messy and difficult (jell-o finger painting anyone?), but, as our beloved babysitter says… Whateveseleves.

To the shore!

Girls’ Night

Sometimes on the days when I work Harper and I have a girls’ night dinner. I put Ollie to bed and then Harper and I eat dinner together, complete with a candle, and ice waters for toasting. She’s a pretty good date, at least until she has a tantrum about hair-brushing. So anyway, tonight she asked me what I wrote about at the coffee shop (she is the only one who ever asks me this, by the way) and I was explaining a post I wrote about Martha Gellhorn’s favorite getaways.

Me: “She loved to travel all over the world, and then she’d write about it. So I wrote about some of her favorite place to go. She was a very cool lady who had lots of adventures.”

Harper: “…and children?”

Me: “Well actually no.”

Harper: “Oh, that’s good.”

Me: “Why?”

Harper: “I’m worried if she had lots of children they would grab her glasses. Did she wear glasses?”

Me: “No, I don’t think so.”

Harper: “Oh, ok. Well I’m still glad she didn’t have children because then I’m worried they might try to come with on all her adventures and think they were writers too.”

Me: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Gellhorn & Grandma

“…asked if sitting in my room writing all the time didn’t feel like prison. I said you bet, what a writer needs.” -Martha Gellhorn, writing to Peggy Schutze, preacher’s wife, mother of 4, and creator of the most awesome picture books ever custom-made for me in my whole life.

A few years ago I found myself procrastinating novel-writing and preparing for my first baby to be born (!!) by obsessing over Martha Gellhorn, the feisty novelist and journalist who was once married to Ernest Hemingway and, more importantly, had a correspondence with my grandmother. The result of this obsession was an essay that I sent around to a resounding “huh.” But now TV’s getting involved, and Nicole Kidman, who is for some reason always playing my literary heroines, portrays Gellhorn in Hemingway & Gellhorn. (Between this and Girls, I’m convinced there is a world-wide conspiracy to make me feel bad about not having HBO.) And now I’m so happy that the essay, “A Goofy State of Mind: My Grandmother’s Letters With Martha Gellhorn,”  is up at The Millions, and that Gellhorn is finally — as a prescient coworker of mine suggested years ago — having her moment. Not to mention my grandmother, a true writer and an imaginative, excitable, dreamy, bicycle-riding, fabulous-hat-collecting, typewriter-clacking space-case eccentric waaaaaay before Zooey Deschanel made it a brand.

So anyway, for a peek into the letters between a globe-trotting war correspondent and the “mouse in her own mind”, and for evidence that I once actually wrote things that were carefully thought-out or at least expansively researched, please visit The Millions.

Carley Moore: YA Novelist, Poet and Mother to Harper’s BFF.

carley moore stalker chronicles

The Stalker Chronicles, by Carley Moore

Carley Moore is basically why I live in Brooklyn. I mean, where else does your daughter befriend an adorable little child, only to find out that this child’s parents are both poets, and that this child’s mother is also a novelist? We can share so many complaints that no one else cares about! And Harper and her beloved Malka can entertain each other while we do! I feel so lucky to know Carley, and extra-lucky that she wrote the excellent YA novel The Stalker Chronicles. But who cares what I think of this book (which is a total page-turner, by the way, starring a complex, unique teen female protagonist — when does that happen?) — I’m not a YA. That’s why I asked my friend and neighbor, a smart 11-year-old aspiring writer named Lena, to read the book and interview Carley. Lena reports that she liked the book, found the subject matter interesting, and most of all liked the end — and this, after she had just been talking about how she never likes books’ endings.

And now…The Lena/Carley Interview.

What gave you the idea to write about this?

I wrote my dissertation on Seventeen magazine, and I devoted a chapter to a very popular column (which still runs both in print and on the website) called “Trauma-rama!”  Maybe you know about “Trauma-rama!”, but basically the editors ask readers to submit embarrassing or humiliating stories; real life stuff that happened to them.  I found this column fascinating—all of the shame and cringing around boys and having a body and just being a normal girl.  I think this column was probably lurking somewhere in my brain when I dreamed up Cammie.  But honestly, I think we all do embarrassing, stalker-esque things all the time when we try to find love (I know I have!) and I wanted to write a book about that shows us a character who is very real and who also goes too far.

How long did it take you to write the book?

Hmmm…maybe about eight months to write the first draft.  I didn’t write every day of those eight months, but a couple of hours every other day or every third day.  I revised it later for both my agent and then my editor at Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, Janine O-Malley, but that was a much shorter process (probably about three weeks worth of intense work for both of those revisions).

Are there going to be more of these books?

I’m not sure.  It depends on what readers want.  I haven’t written a sequel to The Stalker Chronicles, but I’m open.  I have a new young adult manuscript called Cemetery Gates, which I hope to have out soon.  It involves ghosts and a spunky, confused girl who in some ways resembles Cammie.  I’ll have to keep you posted.

From the beginning did you already know how it was going to end, or did you think of ideas as you were writing?

I started by writing the flashbacks—the stories of past boys and girls who Cammie has stalked and then as I got those down, I started to come up with ideas for the contemporary story line with Cammie, Rosie, Toby, Henry, Tara, and Cammie’s parents.  But I was figuring out a lot of it as I wrote it.  Many writers say this, but it’s fun to see what your characters end up wanting to do or figuring out about themselves as you write them.  So, it some places it was very intuitive.  But I did know a couple of later plot points early on, like the garbage scene and what Toby had done in Pittsburgh.

While you were writing the book did you know what age you wanted children to read this at?

Cammie is 15, so when I was writing I thought the average reader would be 14 or 15.  But now that I have a little experience with my readers and with publishing, I see that she’s interesting for younger girls too.  There’s something very innocent and child-like about Cammie’s way of seeing things, and also she’s a teenage girl with urges and a major crush and a danger streak, so maybe that’s a bit older of a thing.

How did you decide on the characters’ names?

Cammie Bliss, Carley Moore (we both have three syllables, the same first initial, and similar sounding last names).  Everybody else’s name was very random, although I did know a guy named Toby in high school, but he was very different than the Toby in the book.

How did you begin writing it? Did you organize before your drafts?

I’m not a very organized writer.  I can’t really begin with outlines or plot summaries.  They make me nervous.  I just move from scene to scene and try to make each of those as good and interesting as possible.  Once I have about 40 pages, then I start to have a more long-term sense of where I’m going.

How many pages would you say you wrote each day?

One to five depending on the day.

At any point in the book did you not know what to write next or how the characters would respond to certain things?

Writing the garbage scene creeped me out and I made my husband and a couple of friends read it to make sure it was working.  I got stuck writing the ending too.  I think there are a couple of different versions of the last chapters.

If you keep writing about Cammie who would your next book be about? Would you write about another child who was a stalker and wanted to stop?

Cammie is probably the only stalker girl I will write about, but if she were to have a sequel I would want to explore her relationship with Toby and see how she handles being a girlfriend and actually having that “normal” relationship she so craves.

How do you imagine Cammie’s house?

It’s very much like some of the houses in the small upstate town where I grew up—Jamestown, NY.  Two stories.  The living room, kitchen, and dining room are downstairs and all of the bedrooms and the bathroom are upstairs.  I added a back staircase off the kitchen in Cammie’s house in the book because I needed a convenient place for her to spy on her family members.  Also, these houses are kind of old and have radiator vents that carry sound from one room to another—another great way for Cammie to eavesdrop.  The house itself is kind of a mess and the refrigerator is full of foods past their expiration date because Cammie’s parents are not fully present or able to deal with family life.

Thank you Lena for your wonderful and thoughtful questions!!!  I had a great time responding!!

carley moore

The lovely and brilliant Carley Moore. I took this photo of her while Harper and Malka raced screaming from one end of the apartment to the other, and Ollie attempted to climb up Carley’s leg. And yet look how serene she looks! What a pro.

Household Wording Elsewhere

I've been blogging away. On a red typewriter. Okay, this picture doesn't make any sense.

As usual, I have many posts I intend to write that remain in my brain because instead I am doing other things like sleeping. But just wait. I have books to write about, and rooms in the new house, and novel revisions, and playschool, and my new obsession with cross-fit training. Totally kidding about that last one, I’m still all weak and pasty. Anyway, I have been writing posts for Mamarama over at Redbook that are the sorts of things I would be posting here if laundry magically did itself at night. Here are a few, in case anyone is interested:

The one about how awful it is when your toddler has a tantrum on an airplane and people are dicks about it.

The one about reading my favorite childhood books to Harper whether she likes it or not.

The one that is a letter to Alton about how much we adore him, even though we forget his name sometimes and refer to him as Harper’s brother.

The one where I try to be funny about Michelle Duggar.

And maybe one day I will write something for this blog too.

image from skippydesigns on etsy

 

The Motherboard.

So, I’m super excited to be blogging for REDBOOK’s Motherboard Blog Council. This means that every week I will have a post up at The Motherboard in which I reflect on my life as a perfect mother and offer tips and tricks on how you can be more like me.*

*No, not really.

There are some seriously great bloggers on this here Blog Council, which is a little intimidating but whatever, it’s also flattering: Tracey Black of Don’t Mess With Mama, Alicia Harper of Mommy Delicious, Joslyn Gray of Stark. Raving. Mad. Mommy. and Carmen Stacier of Mom to the Screaming Masses. Seriously, check out their “Don’t Judge Me” posts — they are amazing. Alicia Harper still goes clubbing! I admit, I am judging her…to be awesome.

Yesterday was the official launch of the Blog Council, but, in classic Mama-trying-to-do-too-much-form, I was all scattered and crazy all day — helping out at playschool last minute and then working in the afternoon (by which I mean, trying desperately to concentrate despite the JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE BLARING at the coffee shop, aka, my office). So, what I’m saying is, Don’t Judge Me Because I Didn’t Post This Until Today.

Check this out!
Redbook's No-Judgment Day

Anyway, here’s my post, about how I let Harper watch television even though it makes me feel so guilty. I mean, not guilty. No judgment! No guilt!

But really, a little guilt.

I hope I don’t get fired for writing that.