Posts Tagged "J’adore"

  • I’ve been oh-so-shamefully silent on my own blog — suffice it to say that I have been completely drowning in work for the day job (that thing that is supposedly giving me the money necessary to support myself, even if I don’t have time to actually enjoy my earnings), and that I’ve prioritize my novel-writing over my blog-writing. I’ll get back to this soon…

    …but in the meantime, my fellow 2009 Golden Heart finalists and winners have started a group blog! We call ourselves the Ruby-Slippered Sisterhood; if you want to know why, you’ll just have to visit the blog :) Check it out: http://www.rubyslipperedsisterhood.com/rss/index.php/. I’ll be posting there occasionally, and will link to my posts when it’s my turn! And if you’re an aspiring Golden Heart entrant yourself, definitely check out the Sisterhood’s blog — we’re giving away critiques of partial manuscripts this month.

    Now, back to the day job; more later!


    | J'adore | Scenes from the Interweb | The Day Job |
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    Posted 21 September 2009, 2:29 pm

  • Yes, I realize that “Day -2″ may not make sense. However, I arrived in D.C. two days early to sightsee/take a break from the day job, and so it feels like the convention has already started even though the fun doesn’t really kick into gear until Wednesday.

    On the whole, I was determined to have the best day possible despite only sleeping for four hours on my redeye flight from San Francisco. I arrived at my hotel at 8am, after a nice conversation with my Afghani cab driver (we discussed India and the former Soviet Union, since we both lived there at different points), and was serendipitously able to check in early. I took an hour to freshen up and plan my activities for the day, and then forced myself to leave before the thought of going to bed lured me to ruin.

    My first stop was the Library of Congress. This is an absolute must-see for any writer, reader, bibliophile, or history buff. The building itself is gorgeous, in that ornate, over-the-top way that you usually only see in European palaces, replete with statues, murals, mosaics, and acres of marble floors. For whatever reason, I’m totally in love with the mythology around Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom (and, according to Wikipedia, “peace, warfare, strategy, handicrafts, reason…and heroic endeavor”), and so I appreciated the giant tiled mosaic of Athena/Minerva in the Great Hall. I salivated over the grand reading room, a circular temple to books surrounded on the second-story balcony by some of the most revered Dead White Men of the arts.  They also have one of the best-preserved copies of the Gutenberg Bible — and yes, I know that I should think this is awesome, given that the printing press changed the world, but a) I had already seen another copy in the British Library, and b) let’s face it, mechanical printing just cannot inspire the same awe as the manuscript illumination techniques that it replaced.

    But I think my favorite part of the Library was the exhibit on the foundations of America, captured through drafts of the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and various contemporary letters and books. The gallery led up to a room holding a recreation of all of the books in Thomas Jefferson’s private library (a combination of the books he sold to the US and exact-edition replacements of the portion of his library destroyed by fire in the 1850s). I may be in love with my Kindle now, but will I someday regret not having a library that can stand the test of time? Then again, it’s not like I’m reading Plutarch and Plato, so perhaps the Library of Congress wouldn’t be interested in my collection anyway.

    Overwhelmed and in love and filled with the desire to go forth and read every book in existence, I walked out into the gorgeous summer day and set off in the direction of the National Mall. After walking past the Capitol, inadvertently checking out a Capitol policeman on a bike (I claim this as research), and strolling past staffers and tourists sitting around the Capitol Reflecting Pool, I made it to my next stop — the relatively new Museum of the American Indian, part of the Smithsonian system.

    The building itself is worth seeing — with its curving lines, its warm stone, and the gardens and cascading waterfalls around it, it felt like a particularly lush version of the cliff-dwellings of some of the Southwest tribes. Even better, my first stop was their cafe, and I recommend it if you’re looking for someplace to eat on the Mall. Since entrance to all of the Smithsonian museums is free, you can go to the cafe anytime. It is cafeteria style, with different stations representing five different traditional cuisines of the Americas. My tray ended up being somewhat random — chicken mole verde tacos, shrimp and scallop ceviche, and tortilla chips that I added to eat the ceviche with. The tacos were perfect, as was the salsa that came with the chips; the ceviche was slightly disappointing, but I think that’s because I realized too late that there were many other things I would have rather tried, since I can get ceviche in San Francisco quite easily. Then again, I can also get Mexican food, but these tacos were quite different, and so well worth the choice.

    I spent a couple of hours wandering around the museum itself. The curators seem to have done quite a good job of working with the various tribes to tell their own unique stories and shed light on the traditional ways while exploring how their lives have changed in the five hundred years since Columbus’s arrival. Perhaps I have an overdeveloped sense of empathy, but some of the exhibits made me a bit teary-eyed (particularly when considering the devastating impact that disease had on the inhabitants of the Americas, and — again, I’m betraying my bibliophilia — thinking about all we lost when Cortez burned the Aztec libraries).

    By this time, it was almost three o’clock, and my energy was rapidly failing. I made an aborted attempt to see the National Archives, but since I’ve seen them before and the wait was 45 minutes, I decided to try again tomorrow. I came back to my hotel and took a two-hour nap; as a sign of how dead tired I was, when my alarm went off it took forever for me to figure out what the sound was, and then I thought it was 5:30am.

    As tempting as it was to stay in bed, I dragged myself up, redressed, and eventually made it out in search of dinner. My hotel is right on Dupont Circle, and I walked down one of the streets radiating off the circle in search of Five Guys Burgers. It’s apparently home to the best burgers in D.C., and reviewers on Yelp compared it favorably to California’s In-n-Out chain. I had their regular burger (actually a double cheeseburger) and fries. The burger was undeniably tasty, and I scarfed it down — but I didn’t think the fries were either crispy enough of soft enough, and instead were in some sort of weird in-between place that I wasn’t a fan of. Then again, I’m not a fan of In-n-Out’s fries either, since I think they sometimes taste too starchy. Ultimately, in the battle between Five Guys and In-n-Out, I think it comes down to two things: 1) Five Guys doesn’t have milkshakes, and 2) a review they posted on their wall got it right when it said something along the lines of “Five Guys has the ambience of a large tiled bathroom”. In-n-Out is tiled too, but it seems brighter and a little bit cleaner. So, In-n-Out is victorious, but I would eat at Five Guys again if I’m back in the area and in search of a delicious heart attack.

    I wrapped up my night on the patio of a nearby Starbucks, planning out which activities/workshops to attend at the conference. So, all in all, it was a great day — I didn’t push myself as hard to sightsee as perhaps I should have, but since my top priority is being prepped for Nationals, I don’t regret it at all. I have more sightseeing planned for tomorrow, followed by dinner with some of my fellow Golden Heart finalists. Wednesday’s coming all too fast!

    Are you going to Nationals? Alternatively, do you have recommendations for what I should see in D.C.?


    | Delicious | J'adore | RWA Nationals | Travel |
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    Posted 13 July 2009, 8:16 pm

  • Occasionally I intend to post things that I currently love. Top of mind (and head, ha) right now is hair tinsel! One of my friends got it last week, and I just had to copy her; I adore sparkly, shiny accessories, and luckily my day job allows me certain freedoms in terms of my ability to occasionally act like I’m sixteen. Since I have never dyed my hair and do not intend to start until the grey starts its inevitable assault, hair tinsel is an appealing option for adding some flare to my hair without damaging it.

    Essentially, the tinsel is hair-width metallic fibers that a stylist ties to individual strands of hair near the roots. Once tied in place, the strands stay there until the hairs fall out. The tinsel can be shampooed, styled, blow-dried, etc., just like normal hair — but I would swoon with ecstasy if my normal hair could ever turn to tinsel on command.

    Ten strands of metallic purple tinsel later, and my long brunette hair suddenly has an edge to it that I adore. It’s not over-the-top noticeable, but I love when the metallic strands catch the light. While it’s not something I would do all the time, I’m pretty sure I will have to do it again for the RWA conference — perhaps a color to match my Golden Heart Award Ceremony dress?

    To see what hair tinsel looks like, check out this site; I got the tinsel put in at a salon in Silicon Valley. Enjoy, and comment if you decide to get tinsel!


    | J'adore | My Favorite Things |
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    Posted 11 May 2009, 11:04 pm

  • The best way, hands down, to not succeed at writing is to never make time to write. And unfortunately, that is the position that I find myself in this week. Despite my best intentions, I have not written since Sunday. Three days is really not such a long break, but I’m so excited to get back to working on Madeleine and Ferguson’s story, and so a three- (or more likely, five-) day hiatus is frustrating.

    Then again, given the state of the economy in general and my expensive tastes in particular, having a day job is a good thing, even if the day job is keeping me so occupied this week that I can’t find time to write. Yes, I could make faster progress on the road to publication if I could devote sixty hours a week to it, but it’s hard to slog down that road if you have scurvy because you can only afford to eat ramen. I suppose I could give up my Sephora habit — but until they develop drugs to help ease the withdrawal pangs I would feel at never buying Nars eyeshadow or Shiseido lipstick again, I’m too hooked to drop it.

    What about you? What silly expense are you unwilling to drop?


    | J'adore | Procrastination | The Day Job |
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    Posted 6 May 2009, 10:13 pm

  • I’m taking tomorrow off, and not a moment too soon — while I did manage to work on the rewrites for MARRIAGE on Monday and Tuesday, I failed in my efforts yesterday and today. I can’t let my progress stall; the Golden Heart nomination is a huge opportunity, but I’m not comfortable querying with what I have because I’m convinced that I need to rewrite a couple of chapters. Since my day-job boss is in town next week, my evenings are going to be booked up, and so progress this weekend is critical.

    Meanwhile, I keep watching the video of Susan Boyle’s performance of “I Dreamed a Dream” on “Britain’s Got Talent.” I’m a total sucker for underdogs, and her appearance and general demeanor made her the ultimate underdog; everyone in the audience was sure that this was going to be one of those cringe-worthy trainwrecks that happen in the early rounds of talent competitions. Instead, she performed “I Dreamed a Dream” so well that it’s gotten over fifteen *million* views on YouTube in less than a week, and pushed the original Broadway recording of the song back onto the Top 40 charts. How incredible is that? If I never sell my books, perhaps I’ll go on a variety show in twenty years and attempt to do a dramatized reading of one of my scenes, although I doubt that’s the best way to break into publishing.

    It’s bedtime; tomorrow, I have to drop my car off to get serviced, and then I’m going to seek out a cafe and write the rest of the day. What are your plans for the weekend?


    | Dreaded Rewrites | Inspirations | J'adore |
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    Posted 16 April 2009, 10:20 pm