Direct quote from me to a composer friend the other day: “I’m so fucking sick of being a fiction writer.”
Tawna Fenske is hilarious. She’s the author I want to hang out with while drinking wine, swapping dirty jokes and digging our toes in the sand.
It all started with my sister posting a picture on Facebook with the comment, “Who the hell would wear this?” Answer: I would, and I do.
There’s been a lot of buzz in the past year or so about the “new adult” genre. Seems like it’s still finding its legs. From what I can gather, the characters are a little older than those in young adult. There’s often some sort of college setting. Definitely more sex.
Sarah Dessen and I have never met. Someday, hopefully, that will change. In the world of young adult fiction, she’s nothing short of a rock star, she’s also a frequent fixture on The New York Times bestseller list. People have literally run after her at book signings and events. Can you imagine?
I love YA. Anyone who’s ever said hello to me, seen my bursting bookshelves or gone to a book signing where I’m the oldest one there without a tween in tow, knows that.