13 rue Thérèse is finally out in France! Hooray!
Is that cover sexy, or what? I think I like the purple even better than the red they had on the spec cover. I have yet to see it in person, and I am totally dying to do so. Hurry up and send me my copies, Michel Lafon!
In other news, I am officially a crazy orchid lady. What can I say? They are awesome, for a whole list of reasons:
(1) They are cheaper than a bouquet of cut flowers, plus I don’t have to kill anything to brighten my home.
(2) They are pretty and colorful and, let’s face it, pretty lewd-looking–especially when the bud is first splitting open. Any flower that freaked out Victorians is a friend of mine.
(3) They are low-maintenance lifeforms that somehow manage not to succumb to my black thumb.
(4) The cats thankfully do not seem to be interested in eating them, probably because the orchid is one of the few houseplants that will not poison them! (Huh. I wonder how much of an overlap there is between crazy cat ladies and crazy orchid ladies…)
Here is a little gallery of the new friends I have acquired since I last posted on this blog:
You know that scene in Shawshank Redemption when the dude breaks out of jail and explodes out of the mire into his freedom on a stormy night? Or was that Raising Arizona!? Anyway, I dug a tunnel for years and now I’m outside. I have a full draft of In the Red. 270 pages, about 70,000 words. Now I get to give it a redraft and send it to my agent. Eek! It’ll be weird to have another human being read it. But–that’s part of the point of writing the bloody things, no?
It’s sitting on my desk all printed out. It’s quite a manly pile of paper. See?
The last thing that’s typed on my computer screen in this photo is, “It’s sitting on my desk all printed out. It’s quite a manly pile of paper. See?” Do you feel like you’re with me in the moment, or what? The photo is all moody and dark because it is currently midnight. The shadowy pot on the left side of the photo contains my desk orchid. Unfortunately, the African violet that was once there is no more. It turns out even elderly cats have a taste for certain types of plant flesh.
A moment of silence for our departed friend, Saintpaulia ionantha.
Since my furry little murderers haven’t touched the living room orchids, I decided to play it safe and get another orchid for my desk. Wanna see?
Pretty sexy, no? It’s a yellowed parchment color with closely packed, bright red dots all over it. It was looming over me as I finished the book. It will surely continue to loom over me as I finish the book again and again, until one day it is printed and I can stop finishing it.
I am so, so close to finishing In The Red I can taste it. It’s quite thrilling, and of course the usual amount of angsty. You know: What if it turns out that it sucks? What if it gets rejected all over the place? What am I supposed to do with myself after it’s done? Actually, for that last one, I already sort of have an idea for my next novel. It involves supernatural beings and what may or may not be a crass commercial venture. We’ll see what comes out. One of the things about writing novels that’s like having kids is that you can plan all you want but you have no idea what it will really turn out like until you go ahead and do it. Decorating the nursery is different from having a live baby explosively defecate all over it, is what I’m saying.
Now, who wants to see some pretty flowers?
I was at Costco the other day and they had a great big display of orchids. I thought it would be nice to get one or two for the living room now that the cats are old enough to not automatically murder every plant that comes within chewing radius. I looked through them but they were all broken or half-dead in some way, as if they had been brought to the store in some ghastly orchid slave ship. Then I remembered where I had seen some super gorgeous orchids for sale. Guess.
They were at the local branch of Fry’s. Yep. I went to an electronics store to buy flowers. And it turns out that Fry’s is really good at flowers! Check it out:
Given that I did not have little dishes to put the plants in, I repurposed a couple of old Frisbees as flower pot plates. I had three old Frisbees, and two plants. You know what that means. It pretty much guaranteed the purchase of a third plant. For the sake of completeness, you see. Meet my new little writing desk friend, an African violet from Orchard Supply:
It looks exactly like an African violet that was butchered by a kitten that shall remain nameless in 2003. Said kitten is older and more sedate now, so hopefully this plant will not meet the unfortunate fate of its former brethren. Wish it good luck and godspeed.