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Wearing Star Barrettes

I ache for the landscape of the Mojave desert, even when I’m standing in the middle of it. Whenever I’m here, there’s a constant hovering awareness that I’m going to have to leave and it seems to manifest as a free-floating sense of longing. I guess it’s the price I pay for having found a little corner of this planet where I can see myself living as an old woman, in some fantasy Georgia O’Keefe-esque existence.

We had six people out here in Joshua Tree for the weekend, all of us helping to shoot the video for Scott’s song “Pretty,” (yes, like my book) which he’ll be releasing soon. That’s a pic of DJ Mendel directing, Kaz Phillips-Safer shooting and Anais Bjork supplying the gorgeousness. T and I were production assistants: making coffee runs, doling out sunblock and, most importantly, digging for fossils. Because no video shoot is complete without a paleontologist on set.

Overall it was a fun adventure, but T was frankly a real pain all weekend. Change is hard for him and he gets tremendously anxious in unfamiliar environments. He refused to let daddy out of his sight for even a second, so we wound up just baking in the sun on set for hours instead of going to Pioneertown to see the cowboys. He also refused to go to sleep, which is annoying, but more importantly it makes me feel sad for him. He’s just a little boy; I want to world to be less scary. I want him to feel safer and not like he has to control everything. I also want to be two inches taller and speak fluent French, but that ain’t gonna make it true.

After we were done with the video, Scott took T home and left me alone up here for a couple of days to get some uninterrupted work done on my book proposal (I know- he’s pretty much awesome). It’s wildly gorgeous and the wind is rattling the windows. The stars are so low that I’m wearing them as barrettes. I’m eating cereal for dinner because I can. I love the freedom and solitude and yet I miss my little boy something fierce.

It occurred to me last night as I was sitting in the hot tub and watching the sun set over the desert, that if I could travel back in time twenty years and whisper in my teenage ear: You’re going to be an author and have a wonderful husband and a firebrand, amazing child and you’re going to get to travel a lot and one night you’re going to find yourself alone in a hot tub in the desert, looking up at a glowing pink sky, I would have thought, That’s a pretty f-ing cool life. But I forget about that and from the inside, it gets to just be a big anxiety stew, with scattered moments of gratitude and joy. From the inside, it always feels like aching for something even as I’m standing right in the middle of it. It’s important to have the moments when you say- this is all right. In fact, it’s all I ever wanted.

Goth Weddings and Patrician Sex Dreams

Back now and settled after the last of the book tour/wedding madness week, which took me from NY to Vegas to Portland to SF- to land back home with a deafening crash.

Saw some theater, lost another Literary Death Match, went to a goth wedding and a burlesque wedding (same corset did double duty), met up with Scott for a night in Vegas, was interviewed by Erin Burnett on CNN, saw old friends, met new friends, took a friend’s kid out to dinner and bought him a mojito (I swear I’m not this old), went crazy and ate bacon and wedding cake, spoke at a luncheon with Jamie Rose and Christina Haag (who wrote a memoir about her relationship with JFK Jr- I totally had sex dreams about him that night), went line dancing, and had to follow a yoyo performer with my reading about a car wreck.

And with all this, my favorite part of the trip might have been all those hours in the air. Because when I’m flying I read. And reading- that’s my first love. Reading is the thing that got me into this whole mess in the first place.


…with Jamie Rose and Christina Haag


…with my NY guuurlz: Amber Lasciak and Catharine Dill

The PRETTY Book Tour Begins

I visited my book at LAX before embarking on this first leg of the tour, which seemed like a good omen.

Dragged the fam with me and we’re having a fantastic time in NY so far. We’re doing all kinds of touristy stuff, like riding the Circle Line cruise around the island and going bowling at Chelsea Pier. We’re getting soaked in thunderstorms and having a heck of a time trying to convince T that you don’t splash around in puddles on NY streets (staph infection just doesn’t seem to be a compelling argument for a 3 year old). But as far as problems go, I’ll take it. I’m pleased to report that traveling has definitely taken a turn for the easier somewhere along the way. T isn’t so freaked out about strange bathtubs and beds and he’s actually able to watch movies straight through, so the plane ride is easier. He’s definitely dysregulated, but it’s a manageable level and not one that makes me rue the day we bought the tickets. That’s progress.

I’m actually doing quite a bit of live storytelling on this tour, as opposed to just strictly reading from my novel. I told a story at the Soundtrack Series on Thursday night and it was a fantastic time. The lineup included Nat Cassidy, Julie Klausner, David Crabb, Bridget O’Neil and Andy Ross. Everyone told a story about a song and they were each hilarious and touching and amazing. My song was “Dancing in the Dark,” paying homage to my Jersey roots. Here’s a pic of David and me:

And tonight, I had the privilege of reading at Melville House in Brooklyn with two of my favorite authors, Nick Flynn and Melissa Febos. It was a true thrill. Thanks to everyone who came out.

Next stop, Hudson, where I get to see my closest, oldest girlfriend and throw my kid in the junior UFC octagon with her kids. Every time we see them, I spend about two hours crying on the way home because we can’t live closer to each other. But still, it’s worth it. I can’t wait.

Beach Read

A reader sent this picture of Pretty in to The Nervous Breakdown, where it’s the book club pick for September. It was taken in New Orleans.

This makes me positively joyful.

Party People

Nothing like a little book release to make me completely nuts and insecure and self-doubting and depressed and generally kind of mean and bitchy (just ask my family). The cheery question I get asked most frequently lately is, “Are you excited that your book came out?”

Grateful, yes. Relieved, yes. Excited, not really. Not to sound sour, but it’s the truth. It’s a vulnerable and scary time.

But my spirits were lifted at the Book Soup launch event for Pretty. It was a treat. Sincere thanks to all of you who came out and celebrated with me! I really felt the love. I hope you had as good a time as I did.

Lisa Dee and Juli Crockett of the Evangenitals sang some tunes.

Mr. Shriner was actually in town this time!

With J Ryan Stradal and Stephen Elliott (looking awfully suspect).

Up to no good: Ernest Greene, Robert Cucuzza, Scott Shriner, Steve De Jarnatt and Brian Ray.

Who has a sexier signing line than this? Okay, Duff McKagan is signing next week and he probably will, but not by much…

With Ricky Mahler

PRETTY Party

I hope I’ll be seeing some of you L.A. area folks tonight at my launch event at Book Soup. We’ve had a little last minute change of plans and I’m just thrilled to bits that my buddy, the fabulously talented Juli Crockett of the Evangenitals, will be playing a few tunes before I get up and start yakking.

To celebrate, and for all of my peeps who’ve been along for the ride, the first 250 folks who order a copy of Pretty today (gotta be today) will get one of these fab necklaces. Just email your receipt to pretty.the.book@gmail.com, and Pretty bling will soon be at your door. (Obviously, your addy is safe with me, and the only thing I’ll use it for is to get this to you.)

Thanks for being part of the journey.

And here’s Juli. Ain’t she the cutest thing? Just wait until you see how she rocks a guitar over a giant pregnant belly. She’s a a marvel.

Pretty is Available for Pre-Order

For some reason it always feels like at the last minute someone’s going to tell me that I’ve been punked and no one is really publishing my book after all. But I guess Pretty is really coming out, because it’s now available for pre-order at Powell’s, Barnes and Noble and Amazon! Or you can wait until it comes out on August 30 and buy it at your local independent bookstore.

You can read more about it here. Tour schedule coming soon.

Pretty

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I’m excited to report that the galleys of Pretty have arrived. I’m really proud of this book and I’m looking forward to the release on August 30.

What do you think of the cover?

At Least I’ve Got a Cute Guy

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I’m not feeling like blogging much right now because I’m coming close to the finish line (I hope) with my novel revisions, which looks like this: hating writing, hating myself, despising the book, considering the culinary academy, wondering if there might yet be a career for me as a bluegrass singer in spite of my lack of ability to generate harmonies, praying my new migraine medication works better than the last, etc., etc.

Every day I find an urgent reason to do some new bit of gruesome research. For instance, today I learned that, facing the imminent fall of Berlin, Joseph and Magda Goebbels killed all six of their children before killing themselves. How did I come across this charming tidbit? Why, while looking for a nickname for one of my characters, of course.

I’m a real peach to be around right now. Good thing I’ve got such a cute guy, for whom divorce would be way too expensive. Photographer Matt Hoyle’s assistant sent me this pic of the hubby today and it cheered me up. Thought I’d share.

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