Sat, 20th Feb 2010
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Once more med school prom has come and gone I have the photographic evidence in my nail-polish stained fingers. There needs to be more (semi)formal events in my life so I can indulge my inner princess by wearing pretty, pretty dresses and makeup.
From a mask and makeup test a few weeks ago.
My mother once accused me of living in a made-up world of stories and fairytales. Of course, I found this vastly complimentary, but Mum actually intended it as a criticism of how I dress. I stand convicted. As you might recall, last year Bear and I went as a gangster and moll from the 1930s. This year the med school itself gave me a theme: masquerade ball.
Photos from the night (and the process of getting ready) below the cut.
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Tue, 2nd Feb 2010
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Looking back on some of my blog posts since starting work here at St. Martin’s Press, I’ve become slightly baffled by how much I talk about work. It’s like I have no life, you guys! How horrifying! It’s time I return to a self-centered, narcissistic monologue about my life.
(Not really. Except kind of really.)
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade!
I started this blog long before I was ever in publishing, but slowly and insidiously, the industry has infiltrated my entire existence–including social media. Cap’n Sweet Valley has me tweeting and Facebook-ing as part of my job description (not that I mind) and when I come home, it seems that all I can discuss/think/eat/breathe are books. I used to have hobbies! What happened to them?
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Tue, 15th Dec 2009
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Before we get to business, how about a little rampant narcissism? When I was younger, my mother used to accuse me of dressing like a cartoon character. Well, she’s sort of right–on most days I like to fictionalize myself, and this includes wearing a costume. Some days I like to dress like a flapper, on other days a 30s moll (or Mrs. Coulter). Today, I am feeling a retro/60ish vibe, complete with fishnets and heels.
I'm feeling Mad Men-ish today.
And now business. Question and answer time! Well, sort of. Just one question already asked, to which I have something of a long-ish answer.
If I have a New Adult manuscript, whom do I query for representation?
Boss and I have been actively courting different agencies and agents with our “mission”, as it were, so we’re not operating entirely in the dark. We are trying to get the word out (both online and in person) about us and about a publisher who is actively seeking stories that fall into this “in-between” area of adult fiction.
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Tue, 14th Apr 2009
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…that you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone?
I am on an upbeat Joni Mitchell kick that I must sing to myself since Endymion the iPod has fallen into his enchanted sleep at last and cannot even be restarted. I have been having no luck with my Apple products recently, but in all fairness, Pantalaimon the iBook is nearing 5 years old and Endymion is even older still. They have had a good run of things. Soon I shall buy another laptop using Bear’s med student discount and get a free iPod with my purchase. Score.
Last night I came home and slept for 12 hours and it was glorious. Last night my mother also sent me a package of some recent fashions in Korea because she had just come back from a business trip. But because I immediately zonked out, I decided to open up the goodies this morning.
My first thought upon opening my package was Did my mother just send me an old lady blouse?
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Sun, 1st Mar 2009
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I’ve mentioned before that med school was exactly like high school except with more dead bodies. Prom was oodles of fun except for the enormous pain in my feet at the end of the night from standing and dancing around in 3 inch heels. Let me tell you: taking off my heels when we finally made it home? Orgasmic.
Bear and I doing our best Prohibition look. All Bear needs is a gun.
The closest to a full length photograph of my dress. What you can’t see: the train, my gold shoes, and my gold toenails. Bear wanted to wear a vest with his outfit, but we couldn’t find one in time. We totally forgot about the suspenders. 
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