Stuck at home with nowhere to go? Need some excitement in your life?
Join me tonight for a virtual Halloween party!
I will be joined by bestselling authors, Bree Baker, MaryJanice Davidson, Chelsea Ichaso, Natalie Richards, Suleikha Snyder, Carter Wilson, and Maria Vale.
Be sure and dress up if you can. I'm probably going to be a sparkle kitty unicorn. We'll see if I can pull it off!
Can't publish the review just yet, but here's the blurb. :)
And the winners of the WHAT SHE FOUND IN THE WOODS ARCS are:
Alondra Mendoza Martinez
Congratulations to you all. Please send me you mailing address to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thank you to everyone that entered. I will have another giveaway once I get more copies in.
This year has been one kick in the teeth after another. We’re all at a breaking point, and for the most part we’re all trying to make good decisions, even when we’re left with no choice. I feel like most of the decisions I’ve made have been good ones. I’m taking care of my family, registered to vote, and wearing a mask. These are good decisions. Other decisions I’m making are not so good. Take for instance, my hair.
I don’t know what happened back in March when the dominoes started falling, but I was seized by this notion that I could now do everything myself. Baking bread and putting up preserves were all things that I, having grown up farming on the low end of the middle-class spectrum, had always known how to do anyway. But there are some things one should not do on her own. Like trying cut a curly shag.
Cutting your own hair is not an issue for many styles. But cutting a shag on your own head? There aren’t enough mirrors in a three-dimensional universe that can make that one come out even. I gave myself a mullet. A curly mullet. Think Carol Brady mixed with a sheep. But that’s not the end of it.
Once my mullet grew out a bit and I started shaping it into a hybrid mullet-shag that I now call “the shullet” I decided that I needed to do something about my greys, but I didn’t want to use chemicals. Why? I guess I thought I could learn to grow my own hair dye if the apocalypse ensued—who knows? Things get squirrely when you’re trapped in a house with a five-year-old for months on end.
Enter henna, or The Devil’s Paintbrush, as I think of it now. My honey blonde hair turned a screaming orange that took three months to strip down to something even semi-lifelike. My husband started calling me Sideshow Bob. And it didn’t even make me angry because it was too hilarious.
My hair was definitely my worst decision during the lockdown, but it was also the source of a lot of humor in my life during these past few months. If nothing else made me laugh, looking in the mirror certainly has.
This is me, but months out and much better. There’s no filter on this picture, and I took it in natural light—well, mostly natural. The sky in LA is an ominous tangerine color because of the wildfires all throughout California, and ash is falling from the sky…so…yeah. Let’s not do this, okay? Let’s not talk about the pandemic, or hundreds of years of social injustice, or the death of Justice Ginsburg. Let’s talk about the stuff we’ve facepalmed over. Not the stuff that keeps us up at night. Because we’ve all had one too many sleepless nights.
So, here’s the deal with the whole giveaway thing. I’m very excited for everyone to read WHAT SHE FOUND IN THE WOODS and I have ten copies that my publisher, Sourcebooks, has given me to give to you. I’m in desperate need for some humor. Or at least to know that I’m not the only ding-dong who has done stupid stuff since I’ve been isolated from humanity.
What I’d like from you is enter this giveaway and share with us one of your not-so-proud moments of 2020. Simply fill out the Rafflecopter form below and leave a comment with your answer.a Rafflecopter giveaway
Deadline to enter is OCT 16th. I will announce the winner on the 19th.
Good luck and stay safe!!