Chick Lit

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At first I bristled when an agent said, “I think this novel is actually a Chick Lit/Cozy Crime mashup.” Then my first beta reader (also known as my husband) said, “This is supposed to appeal to women, right?” Ok, Chick Lit.

Small distractions

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About an hour ago in my writing spot the emergency lights started flashing. Once a minute a robotic voice announced that everyone should leave the building. Not a single person got up. Hardly anyone even looked up, though this went on for ten minutes. We were writing. We were drinking soy mochas. We were standing our ground.*

Now two guys at the table next to me are having a loud conference with a disembodied voice on speakerphone. They are discussing addiction clinics. If they don’t leave soon I will need drugs.**

*Please note the restraint I exhibited in avoiding an obvious pun.

**Thank God for headphones and Chuck Mangione.

Hubris defined

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The agent who requested my full manuscript asked if I thought there was potential for a sequel. So I’m writing one. Even though she hasn’t said ‘yes’ to the first one, yet.

More wisdom from the world of theatre

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Some people might say it was unwise to stay up until 2:30am when I had to be at the airport at 8:30am for the flight to Lansing to do a show Thursday night. Those ‘some people’ would not be Cubs fans.

Most people would say I, unlike some cast members, was wise* to skip “$2.99 Margarita” night at the restaurant next door to our hotel after the show was over.

*Ok. It wasn’t wisdom. I didn’t have the energy to walk the 50 feet.I would have loved a margarita.

 

From the world of theatre

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What I learned from last night’s show in Lansing, MI.

Central Michigan U. students are very nice.

My troupe does not understand the concept “I will interview you one at a time,” so our interview for the local TV station was more like the sound equivalent of a photobomb.

You can ask for a cart at O’Hare and they will drive you to your connecting flight, which someone* has stupidly booked you with a mere 15 minutes to get there.

*Read ‘me’