Zumba!

Hi guys, I have been a little busy, promoting the book, starting a new book, and watching every moment of the Jodi Arias trial. I’m not usually a courtroom junkie but this case has me transfixed.  One of the characters in my new book is a rather smooth manipulator so I’m telling myself that the reason I watch is for research.  In fact, I just can’t look away.

BUT THAT’S NO EXCUSE! I have neglected the blog.  I plan to start daily blogging again, as soon as I find my camera. In the meantime, I thought I’d post a few oldies this week.  Today I came across this, my experience with Zumba, back in 2010.

Party Pictures

Posing with Mary Beth Hurt

Posing with Mary Beth Hurt

On Wednesday night, I did a reading/book signing at the Manhattan Upper West Side Barnes & Noble.  Well, I should say, I did the signing and the amazingly talented Mary Beth Hurt did the reading!  Mary Beth is the narrator of the audio version of The Good House and I’ve blogged before about how thrilled I am with her rendition of Hildy.  So it was wonderful to sit back and listen to her read from my book on Wednesday night.  Then I answered questions from a wonderfully packed audience.  So many friends were there, and so many people that I had not yet met .

Up in Smoke

We are staying near the town of Taormina on the eastern coast of Sicily.  In Taormina, as in many areas in this regions, Mt. Etna can be seen in the distance.  Mt Etna is the largest active volcano in Europe.  It’s a heavy smoker.

Mt. Etna from Taormina

A Relaxing Drive

Yes, we are in Sicily.

Yesterday, we spent the morning on the beach and then we took a little drive.  Our travel agent, Rosemary,  had told us not to rent a car because she thinks the driving is difficult in this area.  ”Most Americans find it to be a little intimidating,” she said.

We are NOT most Americans, so we insisted on the rental car and yesterday afternoon, we set off for a drive to a scenic town that a man named Enzo had told us about. We met Enzo on the beach yesterday morning. Enzo doesn’t speak English very well, and we don’t speak Italian, though I am constantly trilling, “Buongiorno” and “Grazie” and “Permesso” at hapless waiters and passersby, gesticulating wildly,  all my accents on the wrong syllables and my spittle bouncing off the wrong consonants.

A Birthday Quiz

TURNING 50 IS REALLY NO BIG DEAL BECAUSE:

A) Nobody cares about 50-year-olds

B) I know this to be a fact, because I keep telling people and

C) They don’t care

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING SOUNDS LONGER?

A) 50 Years

B) 5 short decades

C) Half a century

D) Two score and ten years

E) Pre-dotage

F) Post-prime

SOME OF US ARE ABLE TO AGE GRACEFULLY, AND WE ARE NOT CONCERNED ABOUT OUR FADING LOOKS. THIS IS BECAUSE WE ARE:

A)  Concerned with larger things, like world peace and the environment

Too Much Information

I used to have satellite radio in my car, but the subscription ran out almost a year ago, and I never bothered getting it renewed.  I like to listen to playlists of music in my car, especially when I’m working on a book, so I didn’t really miss all the radio talk shows at first.  I was no longer able to listen to NPR, BBC Radio and CSPAN and I don’t watch the news on TV very often, so before long, the only information I was receiving about the world was from The Daily Show and the Colbert Report and on Twitter and gosh, the news was funny!  I have spent the past year viewing candidates, politics and even wars with an attitude of rather bemused indifference, which is, I know, the American way, and I was a happy person.

I Lost My Invitation

The other day I was driving through a neighboring town that has a rather busy main street, when I saw, in my rearview,  that a state trooper was speeding up behind me, lights flashing, sirens blaring.  I pulled over to let the car pass. Obviously there was a crime happening and I’m not one to step in the way of the law.  Instead of speeding past, however, the police car pulled up behind me. It was me they were after.  I did a quick inventory of my driving behavior. I hadn’t been speeding or talking on my phone. I wasn’t drinking, littering, fornicating, firing weapons, sleeping behind the wheel, smoking bath salts.  No, I was just driving along, minding my own business.

New Favorite Book Trailer

The other day, my editor encouraged me to look at some good book trailers to get an idea of something I might like for my novel. Apparently Brenda didn’t know that I’m an experienced book trailer director. Yes, that’s right. I directed the two critically ignored Julie Klam You Had Me at Woof trailers.

Here’s the first, my directorial debut, if you will.

This is my second video film.

They Have No Bugs. They Love Corn

Here’s the thing, my novel is complete and is being prepared to be “launched.”  That doesn’t mean that it’s coming out soon. It’s not, it’s coming out next winter.  But it has been sent out for  endorsements from other authors that will appear on the cover of the book. My agent sent the book out to two authors who were kind enough to read it promptly and then reward me with just the most flattering blurbs. I don’t think I’m allowed to reveal them yet but it’s a great relief to get their feedback.

I Have News For You

We’re in California, driving up the Pacific Coast Highway from Los Angeles to San Francisco. Just beautiful.

Dev, the photographer took the nicest photos:

We ate a dinner of delicious fishes we had never heard of in Carmel-by-the-Sea last night and then I dreamt I was in the Lewis and Clark expedition, in canoes, in tents, but I was in college and was hiding the fact that I had cocaine with me.  I know. I know.

I love California. Now here’s a nice poem.

I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU
by Tony Hoagland