In other news, the NYC Teen Literature Festival starts today!  I am hoping to go to the Juvenilia Smackdown and find out what Justine Larbalestier  and friends  were like as actual teens. Details on the Justine link. 

And since y'all asked for actual details of life as a writer, and I haven't delivered any such thing on this blog for AGES, here is the mundanity:

I am in a coffee shop. I have a bran muffin and a decaf coffee. THere is a dude next to me doing his taxes, and a school crossing guard with a book of word searches. The barista is wearing a red ski hat and a t-shirt circa 90's grunge. I am supposed to be writing Roo 4, and so far I have about 23,000 words. I keep re-arranging the scenes, though. I am perhaps a bit stalled. 

I would really like to crawl back home to bed for a few hours, then read the new Maryrose Wood book in manuscript. (Nananana -- but I don't have time to read it!!)

But I will stay here and force myself to write -- because that is how it's done. Put your butt on the couch and open the file.