I can’t believe I’m nearly at the end of my Inside A Dog residency. I’ve been having so much fun sharing parts of my world, and chatting on here, Facebook, Instagram and Twitter with you all.
I’m shocking with goodbyes (excuse me while I reach for the tissues), so to delay the inevitable I’ve decided this is my second-last post. That’s right. I’m not ready for the farewell, so you’ve still got me for another few days – woo hoo! *cracks out the streamers and confetti*
Confession: I have crushes on fictional characters.
Whether they’re from books, TV or movies, I’ve exclaimed ‘I love this guy’ over plenty of made-up chaps (Hi, Randy Taylor!).
Some pull at the old heart strings. Others’ dagginess makes them loveable. Maybe it's the character’s brains, or values, or strengths (or weaknesses). Or maybe they're designed to make knees go weak on a global scale.
Either way, let the drooling begin!
We’re all friends here, right? I can tell you anything, yeah? Well, here goes…
I haven’t ironed my clothes in a decade. Ah, oops! That’s not what I wanted to tell you… (Keep that one on the downlow, okay? Mum’ll kill me.) Here goes… take two.
I’m a TV addict. Big-time.
Some people love to write their books in cafes. Others like to handwrite their books in notebooks. Some crazy cats even enjoy handwriting their books in notebooks in cafes.
I’m not one of those people.
When it comes to penning an 80,000-word novel, I’m a desk and computer girl, all the way, every day. (Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m basically the Sheldon Cooper of writing desks.)
It was my husband, JT, who started it.
‘What songs would go on THE INTERN soundtrack?’ he asked me. ‘You know, for the movie of your book?’
‘What soundtrack? And there’s no movie! Is there? Did Disney finally ring?’ I asked, not wanting to admit to curling up by the phone waiting for big-shot Hollywood producers to call.
Introducing the shiny new cover for my second book FAKING IT, coming January 1, 2015 (but it will hopefully be on shelves in time for Christmas!). That's all - just wanted to share the minty-fresh goodness with you!
See you tomorrow for more writerly wisdom and ridiculousness. Over and out.
PS: If you would like to win a signed copy of my first book THE INTERN, then click here for all the details.
I used to be embarrassed by the silly, humiliating things that happened to me on a daily basis.
I wouldn’t tell a soul and I’d wish, and hope, and pray with all my might that no one ever found out about the Very Awkward Thing (VAT). And trust me, there were lots of VATs…
Stacking it in on the main street.
Flashing someone (by accident!).
Being dumped at a foam party.
Getting chased by Santa Claus through Myer.
You get the idea. Awkward’s kinda my middle name.
It’s been a demanding few years in Tozer Town.
Between working fulltime and penning The Intern and its sequel Faking It, I’m the first to admit I’ve spent an embarrassingly large number of hours chained to my desk with my eyes glued to my computer screen.
Fact: I love writing.
I’ve dreamed of being a published author since I was six years old and am grateful every day that I get to do what I adore most in the world.
But let’s be real for a second: with great power, comes great responsibility. Wait, sorry, that’s not it! That’s from Spidey’s rule book, not mine.
What I meant to say was: with great writing, comes great consequences.
Introducing, the six crazy side effects of being a writer…