Hey there. So my real life grandma is 88 years old. My other real life grandma is 90. I did some kind of weird Frankenstein monster sewing up of the best and weirdest parts of both of them and added a lot of made up stuff to create the Gram character in And Then Things Fall Apart.
I am terribly lucky to have both my grandmothers alive and relatively healthy. But one of them (the brunette) fell and broke her leg last week and it's freaking me out. Distracting me really. I'm not near her and can't visit really and am just thinking about the meaning of life, and time, and death and all kinds of other cheery things that are totally depressing me. She's OK- however OK an 88 year old woman with a broken and pinned together thigh can be.
SIGH SIGH SIGH it's all I'm doing lately.
Booklist had a little heart attack of love over And Then Things Fall Apart which is insanely good news. They even liked Keek's poetry. Shocking, I know! And I have some awesome and rabid Keek fans out there who have made themselves known to me through the magic of the internet. Which is also good news. (MWAH! You know who you are...)
I'm going to a fancy conference in November with the loves of my life, English Teachers, and I'm planning not one but two birthday parties for those lovable and scrappy tykes of mine. And oh I'm supposed to be writing a book and I kind of am but not in the way I would like. But I'm doing it in a fashion... and will sputter along until it clunks into my brain properly and then writes itself.
And here we are. Fall is upon us, pumpkin spiced lattes are on offer at various latte bars around the city and school is in full swing. My 4.75 year old loves to play chess (!) on my iphone (?!) after school, when his homework is complete (?!). SIGH SIGH SIGH! The other one says please and thank you and fits into a spiffy pair of flannel pyjamas from Scotland.
So below is a sensational little book trailer for And Then Things Fall Apart that someone other than me made. I came upon it quite on accident and I think it is totally cool! I might try and make one myself on animoto. Or maybe on imovie, or I dunno. I didn't think I needed one but I think it might me kind of fun to actually make one! And I will do anything except write a new book so. There was some acclaimed writer of note whose name I don't remember who famously outfitted his writing chair with a seatbelt and would STRAP HIMSELF IN to write. It's not that I don't love writing. Oh- we are in love, writing and I- it's just--- well. Stay tuned...
And remember: A man a plan a canal, Panama!