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Julianna: "This is hard! I can do sluts! I can do dolls! But I cannot do pirates!"
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wonderful!
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I think that stale bun from bk is murdering me from the inside.
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Chelly: "You know we're enemies, right?"
Julianna: "Noes..."
Chelly: "Yeah, Captain Maggot's Pyrate Crew and the VKA [Veronica's Kissing Army] are enemies."
Julianna: "Oh..."
Chelly: "I will kill you!"
Julianna: "And I guess I'll just make out with you while you're killing me..."
Chelly: "Okay, then..."
Julianna: "That's actually kind of hot."
Chelly: "You are fucked up!"
...Teheh. Here's hoping that there are some other Emilie Autumn fans here who are part of The Asylum Army and will understand what the hell we're talking about! Meep! ^_^
Love!
-Julianna Belle.
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I’m leaving now for Miami for my event tomorrow, and I’m so excited because I get to stay in a fancy hotel in South Beach instead of my house (which still smells like a rotting mouse corpse. How can such a small thing take so long to decompose?), eat room service, and….
…I get to see all of YOU!
There are, of course, a few pieces of business to take care of before I go:
First of all, I just found this website devoted to romantic suspense author Mary Stewart. How cool is this? It’s been around awhile, I know, but I’ve only just discovered it.
I think it’s lovely. I was just re-reading Nine Coaches Waiting and going, “Oh, Raoul!”
Raoul probably the best Stewart hero, although I change my mind every time I re-read one of her books.
Secondly, I’ve been having trouble keeping up with all the new shows on TV. I adore V (although for the first 47 minutes of the premiere it seemed like a snoozefest). But why are they all on the same night? Glee and Friday Night Lights are on at the same time!
(I wasn’t that fond of Glee this week, though I enjoyed Puckerman, of course. I liked that finally there was a real stutterer on TV, and then they just took that away. That made me go…what? And then the thing with Coach Sue? Really? They’re trying to make that character sensitive? Hmmm…)
Anyway, have you been watching Mercy? It’s on Wednesday nights, too, and about kind of slutty (but funny!) nurses. One of them was in Iraq and her husband cheated on her while she was gone, so then she cheated on him with a hot doctor in the heat of battle. So then the hot doctor decided he was in love with her and followed her back home to Mercy Hospital (without telling her), where she’s trying to patch things up with her no good husband.
Got that?
As you can see, one of the nurses is played by Buffy’s little sister Michelle Trachtenberg (who was also in Ice Princess) so it’s especially surprising that she’s having an affair with a married fireman (she doesn’t know he’s married). Next week the special guest is his wife…played by Real New Jersey Housewife Theresa! I CAN’T WAIT!!!!
OK, maybe I love watching those nurses having sex with firemen, cops, and doctors a little too much! We haven’t missed a single episode. You should watch it!
Finally, I can’t stop worrying about Giada de Laurentiis. You know I love her show and everything about her. She seems so nice!
But when I was flipping through one of the million magazines I get every week (don’t even ask me which one it was because I can’t remember now, but I think it was Shape or People or something), BANG! There it was:
Giada in a swimsuit.
I am NOT being judgy because I think it’s great that she’s in such good shape (especially considering how much pasta she eats).
But Giada totally has Food Network stalkers who just watch her show to see her boobs jiggle when she stirs! This is only going to inflame them. They went completely mental that day she put on that scuba suit, and she was covered from neck to wrist.
And what’s TODD going to say? I have a feeling he’s going to go completely Raoul about it.
Oh, Giada. It must be hard to balance a career, motherhood, and pervy Food Network stalkers. I know I have a hard time worrying about you balancing it.
So, anyway…if you aren’t doing anything else on Saturday at 11:00, and you live in the South Florida area, COME SEE ME!!!
I’ll be signing from Noon-1PM outside the room where I’m speaking.
Miami Book Fair International
Miami Dade College
300 NE Second Ave., Miami, FL 33132
Batten (Building 2, 1st Floor, Room 2106)
I have NO IDEA what the signing rules are. I guess we’ll find out when I get there.
Oh, wait…what was that?
WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?
Obviously I want it to be this:
Or this:
Or something a little more like this:
But I’m not sure any of those are particularly practical (plus I don’t own them…).
So show up and find out! It will be a surprise to us both.
More later.
Much love,
Meg
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It’s perfect stay-indoors weather here because of pesky Tropical Storm Ida–windy and rainy, with palm fronds flying everywhere!
And while I hope it clears up in time for the book fair in Miami this weekend, it’s kind of a good opportunity for us to dip into Meg’s Mail Bag, since it’s been a while.
So let’s take the plunge!
My best friend is really SO lucky. The Galera Record (who publishes your books here in Brazil) is raffling two books (Of course, Yours).
Now, guess what? She wins!
I really love her, so I didn’t blame her, or nobody. But, the fate or something like that is so unfair! I mean, I love you so much more than her.
And you FOLLOW her on Twitter, and didn’t follow me.
One day Fate should be fair, right?
So much love,
I’m Not Going To Put Her Name
Wow. What I loved most about Brazil was the hot-blooded PASSION of its residents.
Anyway, here’s the thing:
Twitter is new. We’re all still just trying to figure it out.
People seem to be doing one of these three things:
Following everyone who follows them; just following their friends; or following no one.
To me, following no one is kind of boring.
And I think “just following your friends” is kind of stuck up (no offense, clique-y celebrities. But we’re not in high school anymore)!
And I agree with Nameless Above that it’s a little bit rude not to follow back someone who is following you (as long as it’s a real person, who isn’t a spammer or a total psycho).
I understand that people with a million followers can’t read EVERY SINGLE ONE of their posts. As much as I’d like to, I can’t read all of my followers’ posts, either, or I wouldn’t have time to write my books and stay on the cutting edge of popular culture by watching every television show known to man.
But if someone is following me, I really do want to see who she is.
So I do try to check in on each and every one of my followers from time to time, when I get the chance. I don’t tweet back personally, but I do get a great feel for who my followers are–fun, fantastic people.
So my policy is, I follow EVERYONE who follows me (except spammers and pervs, of course. If I see that you’re a spammer or a perv, of course I will drop you, after first reporting the pervs to the appropriate authorities).
This just seems like the princessy thing to do.
The rest of the populace may do as they see fit.
Hey Meg,
Was just browsing the internet and I saw this totally awesome thing. I got a lot of humour out of it and thought you would too!
Cheers!
Jennifer J.
Shut. Up.
Jennifer, you get a tiara for a day for that:
Wear it in good health.
From Diana P:
Yay! Diana P gets a tiara for the day, too!
Also, Kathy’s book, Official Book Club Selection, which I’ve been reading in bits and pieces when I get a chance, is so GOOD!
I really had no idea how much Kathy struggled to get to where she is today. It’s seriously awe-inspiring, and I think a must-read for all career-minded women, especially anyone who wants a career in the arts.
(And the chapter featuring Andy Dick was so laugh-out-loud funny, He Who Shall Not Be Named In This Blog actually came running upstairs to check on me when I was reading it because he thought I was having a seizure.)
Re: Heather Wells:
Are you planning to publish another book in this series?
Ever since reading Big Boned almost 2 years ago I have been waiting for the next book in this series.
By the way, I know you write a lot of books. However, I really want another Heather Wells mystery!
I know. My bad.
Here is the status on this series:
The next Heather Wells book is all plotted out and I even have the first couple of chapters:
Heather is currently stranded in a J Crew dressing room, trying on those wedding gowns you see in all the catalogs, and not having a very good time because you know those J Crew wedding dresses almost never look as good on as they do in the catalog.
(I know because I just ordered a bunch and was trying them on recently. And they looked AWFUL on me. Possibly because I ordered them in green, but whatever. They looked really, REALLY bad.)
But I got sidetracked from that project by my adult editor, Carrie Feron (who edits the Heather Wells books, too). It’s her fault. BLAME HER!!!!
It was one of those things where Carrie said all casually at lunch one day, “Have you ever thought about doing _______?”
And I was like, “Um, no. Why would I do THAT???”
And then for the next year I couldn’t get the idea of doing THAT out of my head.
It turned into one of those “shark” ideas. You know, the kind that sneak up and bite you and won’t let go until you start writing them?
I was so, so mad. I seriously HATE those! They come from nowhere and you don’t want them and yet…they won’t LEAVE until you write them all the way down.
So, THAT book (called Insatiable) should be out this coming summer (if I get it turned in on time. I’m still tweaking it. It’s quite long).
But Heather will be coming right after that!
As long as I get her out of that dressing room. Poor thing.
More later.
Much love,
Meg
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It was an exciting weekend here in Casa Cabot. Why?
Well, since I’m going to be speaking and signing at the Miami Book Festival this coming Saturday (the fair starts TODAY! Click here to see all the amazing authors who are going to be there!) the Miami Herald asked me for some advice for girls.
My response was printed online and in the paper (I think. I don’t get the Miami Herald so I didn’t actually see it)!
The article is about how, by craftily disguising my books to look as if they’re merely about princesses, teen supermodels, and quirky fourth graders, I’ve actually gotten an entire generation of girls to read about important issues, like gender equality….
Shhh! Don’t let anyone in on the truth about my diabolical plot to spread feminist ideology across the globe through my deceptively chick-litty looking books!
So there was that…as well as Taylor Swift’s performance on Saturday Night Live, which was so fun to watch….
And the fact that my MOM won my Significant Object (yes. She wanted it. To go in my baby box. Which is now more like a trunk. Please don’t ask).
So that will be over $200 going to the Heifer Project! Yay!
But other than that, my weekend kind of stank, due to the fact that I ended up engaging in some heavy book licking.
In case you’re unfamiliar with the term, a book licker is someone who’s writing a novel, but instead of just finishing it and surrendering it to her editor, she keeps going back and re-reading it over and over, finding tiny things wrong with it, and revising it. She never actually gets to The End.
(This is not to be confused with a baby licker, which is a person who fusses over her baby so much, she eventually licks all his fur/skin off. CPS or the zoo keepers eventually have to come and take her baby away from her.)
Baby Licker
I’ve always striven to keep my book licking to a minimum so my books could come out in a timely fashion and thus get to you, the reading public.
But this weekend I started licking my current project and just. Couldn’t. Stop.
I could tell I’d crossed the line when I started calling all my friends and going, “I should just throw this book away, shouldn’t I? I know they already paid me the first part of my advance. But maybe I can just give the money back and start over. I’ve been thinking about starting a new series about zombies anyway!”
My friends offered all sorts of (totally unhelpful) advice:
“I think you should eat some mini-Butterfingers.”
(Like I don’t do this every day?)
And:
“What page are you on? Yeah, well, you know you say this exact same thing every time you get to that page.”
(No, I don’t.)
“Yes, you do.”
And:
“Why don’t you just go watch the crackheads on Intervention until you feel better about yourself?”
Finally, one ultra mega bestselling, highly revered children’s book author with whom I happen to be friends listened to me book lick for like five minutes, then finally burst out with:
“What the hell isa matta with you? It’s just a book, for chrissakes. Quit whining, sit your ass down, and finish it!”
Wait…what?
It’s just a book?
I’m sorry, but no author has ever said that to me before. NO ONE. It’s not “just a book.” It’s…it’s….
Well, I guess it is.
This was just so startling to hear, coming from such a pantheon in the industry. Was this really how he’d managed to write so many beloved, award winning, bestselling books? He didn’t lick them? He just told himself “It’s just a book,” then sat his “ass down and finished the thing?”
That’s just so….
…cool.
I am going to do exactly as he says.
Tomorrow.
After I eat about ten more pounds of mini-Butterfingers, and watch four episodes of Intervention.
More later.
Much love,
Meg
megcabot_blog)
I finally saw the movie of The Watchmen!
I’d tried to read the graphic novel, but somehow I could never finish it. I have no idea why. The book has everything…sex, naked people, romance, sex, mystery, pirates (there were no pirates in the movie)!
I think I got bogged down with the pirates.
So I was excited to watch the movie and see how it all turned out…also to see if the big naked blue guy ever put on any pants.
He did, but only briefly. He found them binding, I guess. I know the feeling, especially after all that leftover Halloween candy.
Like the book, the movie is a little intense. It takes place in this wacky alt universe where Richard Nixon is still our president and we won Vietnam (because of the huge naked blue guy. Although his nakedness wasn’t at all sexy like in Beowulf. Maybe because he was blue).
The most annoying thing I found about this alternative reality was that people still play Simon and Garfunkel a lot.
I could take the Nixon stuff and the big blue naked man. But Simon and Garfunkel? Really?
Now, I did have a Paul Simon-related trauma, so maybe I’m prejudiced…in 1991, when Paul played for free in Central Park in front of 600,000 people, my friend had a panic attack on the Great Lawn, because there were so…many…people. And I couldn’t get her out of there. We were jammed in like sardines.
Eventually she just lay down in the dirt in a fetal position and cried softly while Paul sang “Diamonds on the Souls of her Shoes” until eventually the crackheads stopped yelling at us for money, and we could finally crawl through all the garbage back to the subway.
But seriously. It was a nightmare.
So I will admit I’m biased, and that whenever I hear a Paul Simon song now, I raise my fists to the air and shake them and scream, “WHY, PAUL SIMON??? WHY?????”
Paul Simon’s ex-wife, who now has her own book and one-woman show, Wishful Drinking.
So, yes, I found the music in The Watchmen…annoying.
But even more annoying, seriously, what was this?
No way would a woman go out fighting crime with her hair down! I’m a fan of The Police Women of Broward County, and this just isn’t happening! I could totally hear my mother screaming, “Pull your hair back, honey! It’s in your eyes!”
Plus, who could run in those heels? I’ll admit, it looks hot.
But her thighs are totally unprotected between her latex leotard and her boots. No.
But still, with those exceptions, I enjoyed The Watchmen, and give it two tiaras.
What I find most shocking about all of this is that Paul Simon didn’t write this Princess Leia tribute song:
Sadly, it’s not in The Watchmen. But if it had been, it would have been a whole lot better, if you ask me:
More later.
Much love,
Meg
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It’s November….
And you know what that means!
No, not pumpkin pie! (Although it means that, too!)
It means, among other things….
The Glee cast album is out!
Finally! I thought I was going to go crazy if I didn’t get that cast version of Bust a Move.
But now I can relax.
November is also the month when controversial end-of-the-world movie blockbuster 2012 comes out!
I so want to see the White House underwater (no offense to the current residents…The White House looked totally cute on Halloween)!
And since it’s November, that means Stephen King fans are just days away from being able to get his new book, Under the Dome! The one with the creepy cover! That he swears isn’t a rip-off of The Simpsons Movie (I believe him)!
Also, November means they finally printed that article about the Betsy books in New York Magazine (of all places) that they interviewed me for so long ago!
And (sadly) November means Daylight Savings Time is back.
And it still sucks! My cat doesn’t understand that it’s not OK for her to start crying for breakfast at 7AM.
“What’s the problem? The sun is out! Get up, Meg! Feed me Whiskas Temptations now! Are these curtains supposed to be so wrinkled? Where’s Debbie Travis when you need her?”
How can something so small make so much noise?
Oh, and finally, November means it’s NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month)!
Have you started your novel yet?
Don’t worry…it’s OK if you haven’t! No pressure.
It seems like too many people are putting pressure on themselves to write novels…and then publishing them by a certain age. This is a phenomenon author Diana Peterfreund blogged about recently.
Well said! No one expects anyone to have published a novel by the time they’ve entered college. Or ever, really.
PS How good does Diana’s new killer unicorn book, Rampant, look, by the way?
Anyway, if you like to write, do it! The whole point of NaNoWriMo is just…to…write.
Write without revising or worrying about getting your book published.
I know what you’re thinking, though:
“Meg, a novel? Really? Where do I even start?”
The answer to that is in this video:
So, whether you’re participating in NaNoWriMo or not, don’t worry—there’s more fun stuff coming out this November than I could even get to in one blog post (more is coming)….
(It goes without saying that I will be participating in NaNoWriMo. I have another deadline!)
And for those of you who DON’T want to write a novel, this November or ever, well, that’s cool:
Because we need readers, too!
More later.
Much love,
Meg
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This is truly a creepy Halloween. Just in time for the spookiest night of the year, a rodent (I pray that it is a rodent and not a larger mammal, such as a human being) crawled into a wall of our house and….
Died.
And we cannot find its body.
Do you want to know what a rotting corpse smells like? A real rotting corpse?
Come to my house!
(Or better yet, don’t, unless you love the smell of death and Glade plug-ins.)
We should use the opportunity to set up our own haunted house.
But instead, we have abandoned the affected rooms, moving everything we need out of them (this includes Henrietta’s litter box, which is now in the master bathroom, and that’s a whole other story), installing Glade Plug-ins, shutting the doors, and hoping for the best.
Gross.
In other Halloween related news, yesterday in the New York Times there was a story about a ghost at an NYU residence hall (see, “The Spooky Suitemate”), “Molly,” and how some “mean girls” riled her up (which reminds me: check out this hilarious Onion piece on how some popular mean girls made the whole country cry).
At Hayden Hall, the dorm where I worked when I was at NYU (the basis for Death Dorm in the Heather Wells series), we had a much cooler ghost. He was a male.
I know because a psychic student had a long conversation with him one day. When she reported this to me (she came down to my office to ask if anyone had died in her room the year before, because when she’d woken up that morning, a ghost had been sitting on the end of her bed), I sent her immediately to Counseling Services….
Who sent her back with a clean bill of mental health.
Then the counselor she’d been assigned (whom I knew well) called me to say:
“Uh, Meg…yeah, she actually described in detail the student who committed suicide in that very room twenty years ago when I worked there…down to the tie-dyed shirt he was wearing when he hanged himself. I know this sounds insane…but I think she actually had a visitation by him. She says she comes from a family with a history of sensitivity to psychic phenomena.”
CREEPY!
The scariest part of all (besides my being so close-minded–although in my own defense when a girl comes into your office and says the words, “woke up with a boy sitting on my bed” and you work in a dorm, the words “roofies” and “rape” will always automatically be the first things that flash through your head: so I was just doing my job) was that that whole floor ALWAYS had problems, like desk drawers slamming closed (and sliding open) for no reason, chairs moving from one spot to another (without anyone touching them), and of course doors slamming (without a breeze).
Until I found out about the ghost, I was always giving them new desks…but the new desks kept having “faulty” drawers, too!
After I found out about the ghost (I apologized to the girl for sending her to Counseling and she was all, “That’s okay. It happens all the time.” And yeah, she was kinda part of the inspiration for the Mediator), I just told the residents what was going on.
So when they came down to say, “When I left for class my chair was on one side of my room, but when I came back it was outside my bathroom door,” I’d be like, “Let me tell you a story….”
Everyone was always cool about it. They even sort of liked the glamour of being the only floor with a ghost!
I’m sure the ghost of Hayden Hall is still there, punking residents to this day.
I bet he’s mad HE didn’t make the Times.
As for our own “ghost,” I’m certain someday we’ll find a little mouse skeleton.
In the meantime, I’m hoping you have a better Halloween than I am…and just remember:
Fake dead bodies are WAY BETTER than real dead bodies (of the rodent variety, obviously). So be safe!
And if someone tells you they’ve seen a ghost, don’t automatically send them to Counseling Services.
More later.
Much love,
Meg
thysanotus)
Tonight I went to the third Britney concert in Melbourne.
I'm sure everyone has heard the furor that the Australian media has been making over her - omg - daring to lip-synch instead of sing, but honestly, if you bought a ticket to her concert expecting her to do anything else, you're sadly deluded.
It was actually pretty good, although I find it terribly sad that whenever she was caught without something to do, or she was unsure, her immediate reaction was to sex it up. Poor girl.
At one point, jezzabe turned to me and commented "Oh, here comes the dominatrix theme for this evening..." to which I replied with "What do you mean, here it comes? It's been here all night!"
There was much, much latex and corsets and whips and bondage gear and handcuffs and restraints and masks and floggers and omg the shoes. Guh.
She did sing Everytime, which was nice, but made me glad she decided to go with the lip-synching for the rest - she can sing, but her voice is nothing amazing.
She is very cute, her extensions look amazing, and her body is extremely toned. Despite reports to the contrary, she had no problems keeping up with her dancers the night that I saw her, and while she was nervous at first, she loosened up and there was a real smile on her face by the end of the evening.
Overall? Glad I went (even if her merch stand looked like Ed Hardy threw up all over it), but Justin Timberlake's show was miles better. If Britney and Justin were to tour to Australia again, I'd go see Justin again for sure. I probably wouldn't see Britney.
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On the other hand, let me be bitter for a second. A girl I went to school with, who I was friends with for a while (before we had the first of many fights and our friendship ultimately fell apart sometime in uni when I finally realised she was too selfish to ever care about anyone bar herself), just got a HR management position with Qantas. This means a six-figure salary, a 90% discount on flights, and a guarantee of never flying anything except first or business class.
It makes me (a little) sick. I have more qualifications than her, for heavens sake (although not in relevant fields for this job), yet I'm stuck in an entry-level position, basically, on far less than she's making, with no (real) hope of promotion.
Although. I love my job. I love the work I do, I love the people I work with and I love the challenges I'm presented with every day. Maybe I just need to keep repeating that to myself under my breath for the next few weeks like a mantra and hope this rising tide of bitterness goes away (because really, some part of my brain keeps insisting that aren't I a far nicer person and don't I work so much harder and why can't I get nice things because don't I deserve them too and all I really want is a house somewhere, far away from the cold night air, wouldn't it be luvverly? - but life's not fair, Amy, and people don't get what they deserve, and just breathe - you're happy and healthy and what more could you need?).
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So sadly, my love of Placebo has dwindled and gone away. ;_;
But it was a good few years we had together. Lol.
So I am selling some of the stuff I bought during my ~PlaceboObsession~
And I figured I give you guys first crack at my collection since I bought quite a few things off here in the past. If no one cares I guess it will all go on ebay. Lol.
All the prices are negotiable, I'm just listing them based on what I paid. Shipping for everything is $5 in the US. Idk what to charge for international shipping since I've never mailed anything outside of the country, but if we can work it out. :D
Comment here and email me at christine-dc@hotmail.com. I take PayPal.
( Have at it: )
bondidude)
radioshifter)
Can anybody give me a heads up on Brian's gear? (He has quite alot of pedals for somebody who only plays harmonics on stage)
I already tried looking up some of his gear online, but nothing accurate.
I mostly need a list on what he has on his pedal board. I think I know what guitar he uses (Fender Jaguar, SG's, Fender Tornado, a Mustang/Duo Sonic?). I think he uses that many guitars on stage because they all have diffrent tunings. (like Sonic Youth)
anyway, a pedal board list would be nice...(I think their a bunch of diffrent distortion pedals, phasers, delays etc)
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sherazade89)Totally useless post, but it made me laugh!
"EMAs Best Group winners Tokio Hotel were gutted to be snubbed by Best Alternative Act Placebo.
A source said: “They wanted to show Placebo how they party in Germany as they’re big fans. But Brian Molko wasn’t having any of it. He said their hair was too bad to be seen with them.”"
I don't think it's true, but it still made me laugh. Especially some reactions.
- 00:58 Went to Jean Farris Winery tonight & it was amazing. So glad they cater to vegans. ;* #
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