Tuesday, March 30, 2010
You might have noticed that the blog's been a little quiet lately. No, I'm not psychotically busy or buried under sick kids or traveling around the west coast living out of suitcase with limited internet access and only a plastic tub of Trader Joe's gingerbread cat cookies and a half dozen Elmo DVDs between me and certain baby rebellion.
No...this time...I'm deep in the heart of The Process. I'm near the end of an almost 100,000 word book, closing in for the kill. I'm like a starving wolverine...prowling the snow covered wilderness...
(Image by Dorothy Keller)
Determined to find and kill the end of this story, to wrestle it to the ground and stab it with my claws and jump on it a few times just to make sure it's truly and thoroughly dead.
(Image by someone brave who looked deep into the angry, button eyes of an enraged wolverine.)
Then I'll drag this story back to my lair and stab it a few more times and toss it against the walls of the cave and then maybe pee on it, just to make sure everyone knows that this story is good and finished and I have marked it as my own.
I was telling my husband about how wolverine-like I was feeling last night--even the part about the peeing on the story-corpse. It inspired this conversation:
MY OLD MAN: I get the stabbing, but why are you going to pee on it?
ME: Um...so it will be clear that it's mine, that I'm the one who killed it. It's a marking my territory kind of thing.
MY OLD MAN: But don't you still have to eat it? Why don't you eat whatever you're going to eat first, and then pee on it?
ME: I'm not going to eat it. It's a story. That would be...silly.
MY OLD MAN: *ponders, stares into the darkness, marvels at the romantic pillow talk that goes down every night before we drift off to sleep*
ME: But maybe I'll skin it and make some really awesome boots. I don't want any portion of the story to go to waste.
MY OLD MAN: Right. Because that makes total sense.
So, that's where I am, my pretties. Closing in on the end of this giant story I wasn't sure would ever end. It's going to need a thorough stabbing and a revision or two before it's ready to drag up onto my editor's doorstep, but the end is in sight. (I used to have a cat who brought me dead moles it had turned inside out as a sign of its affection. Not sure if wolverines do that. Maybe a domesticated wolverine would. But then...I'm thinking "domesticated wolverine" is an oxymoron. Growl!!!)
Wolverine-esque writer on track of story ending, out!!!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Just got back from huge trip. Am buried in laundry. Am not capable of thoughts or too many sentences. So here are some links to reviews and stuff:
From Michelle over at Michelle's Minions on MY SO CALLED DEATH:
"This is a fun, page-turning, mystery with romance, humor and of course, brain eating zombies. Totally the good kind. Well, mostly. In My So-Called Death, Stacey Jay makes you laugh, cringe and swoon all at the same time."
Check out the full review here.
From Jami at the YA Addict on UNDEAD MUCH?
"I love the the first book, You Are So Undead To Me. Going into Undead Much?, I was afraid I wouldn't love it as much as I did the first. I ended up loving it even more!...I love how Megan holds true to herself. She is such an honest character, it's impossible not to love her. Ethan was just as sexy and lovable as ever. I enjoyed seeing a new side of Monica this time. It was great to see some of her walls break down to Megan. I completely love Cliff! What a great guy. This is the first time that I have loved a zombie character, I didn't think it was possible before. He was such a sweet guy, and I enjoyed the love triangle he brought on...I cannot wait to get my hands on the next installment in this series, or whatever Stacey Jay comes out with for that matter. Excellent story."
Read the full review here.
In other linking news, if you want to hear me babble about MY SO CALLED DEATH in an impromptu interview over at the Book Bind blog, go forth to the lovely Angela's website here.
Thanks to everyone who made the trip great. Be back with more soon.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Northern California--the most northern-est part--is so beautiful. I want to buy a farm and some chickens and maybe even a dog--YES, a dog! and I loathe most dogs--and live here forever. Someday, I might even be able to afford that...if a zombie plague hits and everyone abandons their homes and me and my family are mysteriously immune and take over a farm and grow grapes for the rest of the non-immune populace. And maybe strawberries. And olives. And garlic that we will roast, but my husband will not be allowed to eat because he gets weirdly stinky when he eats roasted garlic.
In the meantime, I will relish my time here at the Cloverdale bed and breakfast. Really, I cried twice today. Just because it was so pretty! Either I need some serious hormonal therapy or this is god's country up here. Either way, I'm so excited to wake up and go for another walk down the purple and yellow flower-lined path. Pretty, pretty, pretty. *pets northern California and calls it her precious*
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
About The Body Finder
Violet Ambrose is grappling with two major issues: Jay Heaton and her morbid secret ability. While the sixteen-year-old is confused by her new feelings for her best friend since childhood, she is more disturbed by her "power" to sense dead bodies—or at least those that have been murdered. Since she was a little girl, she has felt the echoes that the dead leave behind in the world... and the imprints that attach to their killers.
Violet has never considered her strange talent to be a gift; it mostly just led her to find the dead birds her cat had tired of playing with. But now that a serial killer has begun terrorizing her small town, and the echoes of the local girls he's claimed haunt her daily, she realizes she might be the only person who can stop him.
Despite his fierce protectiveness over her, Jay reluctantly agrees to help Violet on her quest to find the murderer—and Violet is unnerved to find herself hoping that Jay's intentions are much more than friendly. But even as she's falling intensely in love, Violet is getting closer and closer to discovering a killer... and becoming his prey herself.
About Kimberly Derting
Kimberly lives in the Pacific Northwest, which is the ideal place to be writing anything dark or creepy...a gloomy day can set the perfect mood. She lives with her husband and their three beautiful (and often mouthy) children, who serve as an endless source of inspiration for her writing.
1. If you had to kill off one of your characters which one would it be? Why him/her?
I’m guessing for other Authors, this might be a little hard. For me, it’s the Easiest. Question. Ever! My answer: The Serial Killer.
2. Would you consider having this character come back from the dead? Why or why not?
Umm…no. And why, you ask? Did I mention he’s a Serial Killer??? ;)
3. What's the strangest thing eaten in the course of your book? (If it's brains you get ten bonus points!)
Great, now I wish that I’d written a Zombie book!
WARNING: The following answer is terrible but it’s all I can think of. Lasagna, bread, and salad. The next time I write a book, I’ll make sure the main character eats something disgusting so I can have a better answer!
4. Random sharing time, what do you want my zombie-blog-author readers to know about your book?
While the dead people in THE BODY FINDER stay dead (sorry!), they do have a unique way of telling Violet (my main character) who killed them. Oh, and there are creepy sections told from the killer’s point of view. And zombies!
Fine…there are no zombies!
Author Web site: http://www.kimberlyderting.com
Sounds amazing Kim! I can't wait to get my hands on this one.
See ya'll soon with pictures from my first school visit! Ack! I'm nervous, send good vibes.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Thank you Austin!!
It was fabulous hanging out with your Undead population today. As you can see, there were zombies of all ages in attendance--primarily male, but as a woman who lives with three boys, I can hang with the unfairer sex--and they were all made of awesome. Thanks to the Twitter friends and the new writer friends and the amazing book sellers who made this event so much fun. (Meghan in particular who is brilliant and knows STUFF, so listen to her). And thanks to the zombie make-up artists who made my five year old very scary:
So yeah, basically, Austin rocks socks. And bloody, undead relay races. I can't wait to come back soon. All best and have a great rest of your weekend! (And, for real, watch the zombie clip below. It is really, really funny. Those zombie squares in the suits knew their stuff. They finally convinced me, without a doubt, that zombies are friends, not food.)
Checking in from the road soon,
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
So, it wouldn't be a week-in-the-life around here if a kid wasn't yarfing or snotting or generally making the whole writer gig a lot more challenging than it should rightfully be. Last night, five spent the hours between 2 and 6 a.m. bathing his sheets, himself, and anything else that would hold still in vomit, Exorcist style until--
What's that you say? Why, yes, he was sick with another, nasty, puke bug less than two weeks ago! And, yes, I did blog about it and make up puke-inspired song lyrics right here. Thanks for noticing. Ya'll are the best. (And yeah, I get the hint.)
Moving on to other things...
Let's talk about my big mouth for a second. I made a big speech and used some strong words over at Mandy Hubbard's blog yesterday. (If you haven't read that, you can go here and do so.) It's been a fairly rough 2010 so far--what with all the sickness around this joint--and I was a little bummed when I wrote that, but I do stand by what I said about wishing the internet book culture would come back around to focusing more on the books and less on what goodies people are giving away. That said, I DO enjoy giving away goodies. To bloggers, and to my readers. I just want to give them away because I'm feeling festive and give-y, not because I feel obligated to do so. So basically, I'm being a contradiction wrapped in a burrito as usual. Hey, if it doesn't give you gas, that could actually be tasty. I don't know. Nothing really sounds yummy to me right now. Too much puke cleaning last night.
Crap. I wasn't going to talk about that. Sorry. How about some links?
Check out the very nice Publisher's Weekly review of MY SO CALLED DEATH here. Or you can just read the juicy part below:
"Though not for the faint of heart, the premise and gruesome details should appeal to those with a dark sense of humor. Ages 12–up. (Apr.)" -Publisher's Weekly
Like any of you would be reading this blog if you were faint of heart, right? You totally would have left after that zombie mother's day post a few years back.
And here's another review for MY SO CALLED DEATH, this one from Kirkus, who rose from the dead just to review my book because they care. They care!!:
"Peppered with gross-out humor, the camp flows freely in this latest zombie comedy from Jay...The heroine’s breezy narrative voice is authentic and often funny, and her protracted crush on fellow student Gavin McDougal (whom Karen secretly thinks of as “McDoMe”) will appeal to romance fans." (Supernatural comedy. 12 & up)
Aw, thanks, Kirkus. (Is it wrong that I take "gross out humor" as a huge compliment?)
And last, but not least, I'm going to be in Austin on Saturday for a book signing and zombie field day at Book People, assuming I'm not yarfing because I caught 5's latest pestilence (ah!! I did it again, sorry!). Find out all the details here.
Much love to ya kids. Hopefully, I'll be back before we hit the travel trail down to Texas, but if not, be good and have a great weekend and hope to see some of you in Austin!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Angel Garrett knows two things for sure. The first is that she inherited her devil-dad’s powers. The second is that she wreaks havoc whenever she tries to use them. Especially when she’s trying to impress her crush, Cole. Angel’s only solution is to stay as far away as possible from him until she learns how to harness this new gift. But how do you avoid someone and get him to ask you to the school dance at the same time?
Shani Petroff is a writer living in New York City. In addition to tween and teen books, Shani writes for news programs and several other venues. When she’s not locked in her apartment typing away, she spends a whole lot of time on books, boys, TV, daydreaming, and shopping online. She has no devil lineage as far as she knows.
The Four Questions!:
1. You're stranded inside during an ice storm and you're all out of milk and bread and can't make a sandwich or...drink milk with that sandwich. What book do you reread for comfort?
I’d actually pick up a book I hadn’t read yet—where I could get lost in the pages not knowing what was going to happen next. A good distraction to make me forget about the storm. (But if I really wanted comfort, I’d probably flip through an old photo album and think back on all of the memories.)
2. (fill in the blank) + (fill in the blank) = funny. Why?
(Cute guy asks you out) + (Cute guy brings another girl to the restaurant you work at) = funny.
Okay, maybe not funny at the moment it’s happening. But later it makes for a good story to tell your friends. I know because it happened to me!
I was at a party where I talked to this one guy for hours. He asked me out for Thursday night, and I said yes. Wednesday evening I was at work (waiting tables). And who strolled into my restaurant on a date? Yep. The same guy. And I had told him where I worked! (Although he said he didn’t remember that). I didn’t know what to do. Wait on his table… go say hi… hide in the back… send over a drink compliments of his “Thursday night date”. It was a complete comedy of errors!
Thug. I wouldn’t erase it entirely, but I would like to drastically reduce its use.
I also write for TV news, and some anchors love using that word in scripts. I.e. “Two thugs broke into a convenience store tonight.”) But whenever I hear them say it, it makes me cringe.
4. What always makes you smile? (Visual aids welcome.)
- Author Web site: http://www.shanipetroff.com
- Preferred bookstore link:
Bad-Ugly-Dress-Bedeviled/dp/ 0448451123/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8& s=books&qid=1249766592&sr=1-2
Friday, March 5, 2010
(Because today is a day for lists. Doesn't it feel like a list-y day to you?)
1. Thanks so much to the faculty and students in the creative writing department at University of Central Arkansas. I spent the day with them yesterday, chatting about the craft and doing my first reading of MY SO CALLED DEATH. They were fabulous, receptive, and very, very cool. Thanks to everyone for making my first college level presentation so thoroughly awesome. I appreciate you.
2. Only one week until we leave for Austin, and the zombie field day and book signing at the Bookkids store! All the fun starts at 1 p.m. next Saturday, March 13th. I hope to see some of you Texans there. Email me if you think you'll make it and I'll keep an eye out for you. (And maybe bring you a little treat for being a loyal blog reader ;).)
3. I'm still trying to figure out what kind of contest to run to celebrate the release of MY SO CALLED DEATH--I was too busy googling spoof romance covers to use in my power point presentation yesterday to think of something fabulous. I have priorities people!--so sorry, but I'll try to get around to posting all the info on that early next week.
4. I am going to take the boys for a haircut this afternoon--see THIS POST to see how much fun that was last time--so send good vibes.
5. The new Train song, "Soul Sister" finally confirms that their lead singer is a zombie. Let's look at the lyrics, shall we:
"Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind"
(This girl is kissing his brain. What more confirmation of zombie-hood do we need? Really? But let's take a closer look.)
"Your sweet moonbeam, the smell of you in every single dream I dream"
(The smell of her. Hmmmm...what smell? The yummy, human, "I want to eat your living flesh" smell? Should we try to warn this man's girlfriend, alert her to the potential danger of zombie-human relationships?)
"I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided who's one of my kind."
(Never mind. They collided--probably while shambling through a graveyard or something--and he realized she was "one of his kind." She's a zombie too. Nothing like a happy ending.)
So what have we learned? The lead singer of train and his girlfriend are both undead. Pass it on. It's not gossip if it's been proven by in-depth analysis.
The End! Stacey Jay out! It's Friday!!!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Hey Guys, if any of you are really hot for this mug, I can send you the jpg I used to make the mug and a link to the Vista Print site where you can order your own. Just email me at stacey.jay.ya at gmail dot com and we can make that happen for you.
Far be it from me to keep you from possessing your own UNDEAD MUCH? zombie mug of awesome. If you want to buy one, I will facilitate that. (And Vista Print runs some great free product test specials, so you might be able to get one for mostly nothing. The one caveat would be that you ONLY use the jpg to create/buy mugs for your own personal use and drinking pleasure. April McGuire, the artist, and I have an agreement that her work will only be used for free, promotional use. I do not sell it for a profit, and neither do you. And if you do, I'll hunt you down and whack you with a shovel. No. I'm just kidding. I won't hunt you down with a shovel, but the universe will. A karma shovel! So think on that!)
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And the winner is....BOOKGOIL!
I'll back with another contest tomorrow, and remember, MY SO CALLED DEATH may very well be in a bookstore near you! If it is, let me know. I've yet to find it in the wild...