How to Deal with Your Edit Letter in a Proper & Mature Way

Let's test this new blog referral system out, shall we? Here's link for my latest post over at the new site: 

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Oh, and I did add a "Subscribe by Email" widget at the new blog, so that might make it easier to keep up with my literary shenanigans.

Gotta get back to revising now, peeps!

Housekeeping!

I mentioned in my last blog post -- vlog, what have you -- that I plan to transition all my online yakkity-yakking over to the blog at my new author site. 

Welllll, sure. Good idea in theory, but I find that it's not so easy letting go of this one. One, because, though we have grown apart, I still care for this goofy blog, but also because I know people find following blogs on Blogger much easier than having to track people down hither and yon on the Internet. 

I, for example, will search out information on someone or her blog for only so long, and if I hit the least bit of resistance or the search lasts more than twelve seconds, I'm done. I could never cut it as a stalker.

So for the next couple months (aka "The Kristen's Blog Transition Period"), I'm going to do this: Every time I do a blog post at the new site, I'm also going to put the title and link to it here. That way it'll still show up on people's Blogger feeds. And then eventually, everyone -- myself included -- will reprogram their brains, and we'll just go straight to the new site. 

Sound good?

I haven't blogged much in the last few months because I've been in this weird limbo of post-book deal but pre-edit letter. But now that edit letter is here, and my book is moving slowly through the digestive tract of the great publishing python. I'll have much more to report in the months to come.

Why, as a matter of fact, I'll be dealing with the subject of The Edit Letter in my next super silly post, which I've planned for next week. 

But please do check out my new site, and while you're at it, feel free to go and subscribe to my YouTube Channel or chuck a few thumbs at me over at Facebook. Because you're super nice and supportive like that. Which is why I have a tattoo of your face on my neck. 

Thank you!

Blog Graduation Day!

(P.S. If you read my last post, you should also refer to this vlog as proof that 

my hair de-frizzifying treatment worked. Hurrah!)

Hello, Gorgeous!

I’ve talked openly -- and I dare say, bravely -- about my personal struggle with frizzy hair. 

Mostly this soul-baring has occurred on Twitter, where I regularly converse with several other women who share my Tragically Frizzy Hair Syndrome. We discuss the near constant bad days and exult in those rare, good days when frizz does not dominate our lives.

The degree and severity of my frizz is dictated by weather conditions, which, of course I have no control over. Really, the perfect place for me to live, seeing as I have this problem, would be the polar ice caps. Either of them would do. 

Hot, humid Washington, D.C., however, is no place for people like me, and yet here I am. I’m serious when I say that if I’d lived in the 19^th century, without aid of a hair dryer and heaps of hair care products, I’d have been sent off to a work house or a nunnery or an asylum for people who share my incurable hair condition. And if I had somehow managed to marry, I’d eventually have been shut away like that crazy wife in the attic in Rebecca. 

So, yes, my hair is a source of continuing hilarity to my husband, who finds my desperate attempts to de-frizz myself laughable and endearing, like when a dog has peanut butter in its mouth. 

But today! Today, good people! My fortunes will turn and become smoother, sleeker, and more manageable. I'm sure of it! 

I’m going to get that miracle keratin treatment thing. It costs waaaaay more than I’ve EVER spent on my hair, but I decided that if it works, it will be worth the money and time and might just change the course of my life in much the same way that Tony Stark’s atomic heart has allowed him to rake in a billion dollars at the box office.

Sorry, folks, you’ll see no freak show exhibits here, but I can show you an approximation of me in my natural frizzy state. Here you go.

I’m way too chicken to take a before picture, but I’ll certainly post an after one. And I’ll let you know if I’ve keratinized in vain. Stay tuned!

OK, now all that being said, the post title does NOT in fact refer to my hair. I want to direct you to a contest over at artist/author Kate Jarvik Birch’s blog. Last year, I won this very contest, and Kate made me a new banner for my blog, which has now been incorporated into my brand-spanking new author website!

I’ll have more to say about my transition to the new site very soon. In the mean time, go enter Kate’s contest because she’s so super talented, and you will be a lucky person if she creates some original art work to embellish your online presence.

And, listen, if you don’t win, perhaps you can console yourself that at least you don’t have Tragically Frizzy Hair Syndrome. Unless you do. In which case, I feel your pain, sister. I really do.