Hee-bee-jeebies

Have you ever seen the movie, Chinatown with Jack Nicholson and Faye Dunway? If you haven't, there is a scene where this guy cuts through Jack Nicholson's nostril. It's one of those scenes that are branded in your mind forever and when you think about it, you shiver and say, "blech!"

Well, I've just written three chapters that gave me the hee-bee-jeebies. Not so much "blech" in that blood is flying everywhere. More like "blech" in that I'd cut down to the bone and exposed the raw emotions of my characters. The exposure was necessary and not always pretty (or gory for that matter). But still, when I faced having to write those particular scenes, it was scary (in that I wasn't sure I could go there), exhilarating (when I found that I could go there and beyond) and now, exhausting because I went there and I know I have to go back and do it again.

In spite of the doubt and fear that goes hand-in-hand with being a writer (and don't get me started on the pay), I'd much rather be doing this than sitting in traffic every morning to get to a job that I hate.

Now I'm Getting Nervous

...because Names I Call My Sister will be unleashed on the reading public and all I can think about before I go to sleep are all the things I wish that I'd written differently.

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I do this to myself with every book. And I have a feeling that it will only be worse with Switchcraft because it came from a deep and very personal place in my heart.

Cheers,
Mary

I wore the pearls...

And nothing else!

Okay fine, that was a total lie.

You know, I should've taken a picture of myself because it took me half an hour to do the hair thing and that feat alone, was worth a photo.

Anyway the interview was a blast. I was more excited than nervous ... and it wasn't because Bling the Sound Guy had to attach the mic to the inside of my dress. (He was gentle but masterful ... come on, I gotta make this interesting, right?)

Veronica Jacuinde and her crew were professional and very welcoming and it was over too soon.
Alas this morning, I'm back to my normal life. Ryan is coming down with a bug. The Little Dude woke up at 4 a.m., fussed all morning and then had to have a time-out after he smacked me.

But as soon as I know, I'll let you know when the segment airs.

Cheers,
Mary

Look Ma: I'm Gonna Be On TV!

Dudes, I'm going to be interviewed for Si Tv's "On The Up!"

So at 11:30 a.m. (PST) on Tuesday, think good thoughts that I don't (a) have lipstick on my teeth, (b) babble or (c) forget that the title of my book is Names I Call My Sister. (Repeat to self!)

The last time I was interviewed on TV it was for Good Morning Arizona during my Hot Tamara book tour. I was fifteen weeks pregnant with the Little Dude and during the live segment, he started kicking me. It was hard not to grab my stomach and tell all of Arizona that I felt my passenger move for the first time.

In a way, I'm a bit sad that I'll be flying solo this time around.

Oh and I found a red, wrap dress (ala Diane von Furstenberg) at Le Target. I'm trying to decide if I should go with pearls or a chunky, arty piece.

Cheers,
Mary