1. I can't wait to tell you what I'm working on.
2. Hi! I love you.
3. Had a great signing in Madrid, Spain last week -- thanks Everest!
4. Dead To You is in stores now. Unwanteds book 2 comes out in September.
5. In 2013? I will have four books coming out. Isn't that insane? No wonder I've been in the writing cave.
6. Okay, okay, I'll tell you what two of them are. Infinity Ring book 3, and Unwanteds book 3.
7. The other two...well, it's a secret. I'll let you know.
8. I'll be in Houston April 14 for Teen Book Con!
9. That is all for now.
xoxo
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Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Let's talk about workspaces, woo hoo.
I used to have a desk. Like any good desk, it was covered with craploads of stuff, because that is what desks are for -- to put things on.
I don't write at my desk. There's too much crap on it, and it's not a comfortable place for me to write. I write in the green chair in my "office," which consists of the green chair and ottoman in the living room.
So now, my crapload of stuff is on the ottoman. Mail, magazines, notes about manuscripts (yellow sticky notes, of course -- can't find a notebook to save my life), my sexy half-glasses -- yup, nothing makes you feel old like 1.5 prescription half glasses so you can read the computer screen.
And today, I think we have reached maximum capacity. Things are falling off. I have a small space cleared for my tootsies to rest, and the piles are bleeding over into my space.
I may actually have to go through and sort things.
I hate doing that.
What does your workspace look like? Am I alone? Or is clutter important to you too?
And most importantly, what is on your desk?
I don't write at my desk. There's too much crap on it, and it's not a comfortable place for me to write. I write in the green chair in my "office," which consists of the green chair and ottoman in the living room.
So now, my crapload of stuff is on the ottoman. Mail, magazines, notes about manuscripts (yellow sticky notes, of course -- can't find a notebook to save my life), my sexy half-glasses -- yup, nothing makes you feel old like 1.5 prescription half glasses so you can read the computer screen.
And today, I think we have reached maximum capacity. Things are falling off. I have a small space cleared for my tootsies to rest, and the piles are bleeding over into my space.
I may actually have to go through and sort things.
I hate doing that.
What does your workspace look like? Am I alone? Or is clutter important to you too?
And most importantly, what is on your desk?
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