Showing posts with label glee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label glee. Show all posts

Monday, January 24, 2011

So...um...do you want to come in?

There are few things that are more intimate than reading a book - like sharing a toothbrush or double dipping chicken wings. (Why? What were you thinking?)

From the moment we read the first word, we turn the key to the door of someone else’s mind and step through. For the first few paragraphs, we tread slowly, careful not to bump into furniture. After a while, we begin to relax and explore more freely, running our fingers across tabletops and picking up interesting objects from the mantle for closer inspection. Before we know it, we’re entering bedrooms and rifling through drawers. Then, something extraordinary happens: the space becomes ours.

Beautiful

Broken

Bliss

Each word in the book passes through the prism of our experience to be colored by memory and bias. “The happiest thought she had ever had,” becomes a unique composite of lavender and vanilla perfume, a plate of warm fudge brownies, and the Glee episode where the football team shimmied to Beyoncé.

And as this transition from intention to imagination takes place, characters take their first real breath outside the author’s head and wander into ours. They walk through the world we’ve created for them, compliment what we’ve done with the place, and make themselves comfortable. Some stay for the length of time we’re curled in bed with their stories and a cup of tea. Others, whether we like it or not, never leave. They become a part of us, as real as anyone we’ve ever met.

I’ve invited a few of the characters from BEFORE EVER AFTER to come by The Slight Detour this week. I hope you can stop by and meet them. You don’t have to dress up. It won’t be anything fancy – just maybe some drinks and chicken wings.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Reporting Live From the Corner of Glee and Dread...

Anyone who can’t wait for the next season of The Walking Dead raise your hand.

Anyone who likes riding a rollercoaster raise your hand.

Anyone who enjoys trying strange looking sushi raise your hand.

Why do we do these things to ourselves? No other creature on the planet would willingly jump out of an airplane for fun or eat popcorn while watching Hannibal Lecter have dinner. But we do. Why? I suppose my five year old said it best when I asked her why she likes sitting at the very top of the jungle gym:

“Because it’s scary and it feels like I’m flying.”

What’s a better reminder that we’re alive than to feel our heart pounding in our chest? That’s how I feel when I see my countdown timer. Every passing second is a not-so-gentle reminder that IT’S REALLY HAPPENING: People who aren’t my agent, my editor, or share my last name will be reading Before Ever After soon. Can I faint now?

* * * * 10 minutes later * * * *

Okay, I’m back. Thanks for waiting. Now where was I? Ah, yes. Being terrified – and I wouldn’t have it any other way. How about you? What did you do to scare yourself today?