A Nightmare Author Reading Saved by Rachael Ray

Last night I had a nightmare that I was at the Cornelia Street Café to do a reading from my novel. I stood at the microphone on the small stage in front of a packed house. I had just been introduced to the audience, and in the wane of the applause I was horrified to discover I had forgotten to bring my book. In a panic, I rummaged through my handbag in front of everyone. No book. In fact, my bag was virtually empty. How could I leave my house with an empty handbag? Terror mounted as the patrons settled into an attentive quiet. All eyes were on me. Sweat began to spew from my every pore. The reading was to last twenty minutes; what was I to do? I took one last futile look into my handbag and found one single sheet of paper. continue reading

 

From the real reading:

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Kindle Countdown Deal for THE MEMORY BOX

photo by Seth Dodson

photo by Seth Dodson

Don’t quote me on this, but someone just told me that you can get the Kindle version of The Memory Box today for only $2.99. That’s crazy. All the thrills, chills, twists and turns for $2.99?? AND the shocking ending?? Well, no. Sadly, you don’t get the last chapter for that special price of $2.99. But still, that’s a great buy. Only kidding! Of course you get the last chapter! But sadly, that’s ALL you get. You don’t get the beginning. Or the middle. But still, that’s a freaking amazing price. Only kidding! Of course you get the whole dang thing! The thrills, chills, twists, turns, AND the shocking ending. Now that’s what I call an unpassupable, freaking amazing great deal. AND did you know that you can read a Kindle on any device? Yes. Yes you can. Just download the Kindle app. And Viola! or Voila! (I always mix up those two, but thought I’d leave it for all you flower and/or string instrument lovers out there…) Just download the app and Bam! you can be reading The Memory Box before lunch. Or, if you’re like me, you’ve already eaten lunch, so, before dinner!

photo by Meg

photo by Meg

Which is the best time to start reading a book because then you’ll have the rest of the night to read. Which you’ll want — to get to the shocking ending.

The Night I Slept With Kurt Vonnegut

Did I ever tell you this story? No? Here it is in the Huffington Post:

The Night I Slept With Kurt Vonnegut

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photo by katiemarinascott

It was a nasty night in New Orleans. Torrents of rain–at once pounding and windswept. Filling and rising. We were sheltered, on the floor. The carpet was damp. My clothes were matted beneath me.

That night was unforgettable. But, the best part of the story happened ten years later in New York City, 2005.

It was the first day of the fall semester at The New School. I registered for a writing class as a continuing ed student. It had been over twenty years since I was in school, back then a psych major. I had recently started writing a novel (it chose me, I did not choose it) and it was time to decide what to do with this living, breathing thing that had taken over my life.

I took a seat somewhere in the middle of the tiny classroom and noticed, as the others trickled in, many of them looked like freshman. It would be hard to blend–best not do anything to bring attention to myself. continue reading

What Would MacGyver Do?

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photo by John Poulos

Don’t you just hate it when you’re grilling burgers in the backyard and because it’s late October it’s pitch black dark at 6:30 and you can’t see a blasted thing because the light on the deck just went out and you don’t have time to replace the bulb because you’ll burn the burgers and who knows if you even have those kind of bulbs and in a flash you remember the lanterns you bought right after Hurricane Katrina so that you’d be ‘prepared’ –no, wait, Katrina wasn’t our hurricane, Sandy was, yes that’s the one (though some people downgraded it to a ‘superstorm’ but you never jumped on that bandwagon, it was a hurricane if you ever saw one)

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