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Step back: I am on a movie roll.

Yesterday afternoon, I went to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith with my husband. Normally, a movie with a lot of gunplay and explosions isn’t really my thing, but I’d heard this was more of a dark comedy, and it was. I have to say, I liked it. It was funny and different and to be honest, all the tabloid stuff was distracting but not entirely so. I haven’t liked everything Angelina Jolie has been in—really just Girl, Interrupted, actually—but I thought she was great in this. A LOT of things get blown up, though, and there are tons of fistfights and people’s faces banging into things, and yet, in typical movie style, everyone still looks good, except of the odd scratch of carefully splattered bit of blood here and there. But oh, well. If we want reality, we don’t go to the movies. Right?

In other news, today it’s going to get Really Hot here, close to a hundred, so I am pacing myself. I am also completely uninspired–except for the above bit–so I figured I’d respond to a few things that have been posed here in the last few days. Here goes…

1. The new book. There’s been such a great response to me finishing my draft (and I am still so grateful for both the response AND the finishing, thank God!) but I don’t want to give a bunch of details because a) I’m superstitious that way and b) things often change a lot in editing. I can tell you that it will be published next summer, and that when I HAVE any info to give out, you’ll find it here first. Promise.

2. Someone asked recently if there really is a Colby, North Carolina and a Last Chance Bar and Grill. The answer is…no. I made them up. When I was in college and writing my first novel (which was horrible and never published) I set it in Chapel Hill, which I quickly realized was a big mistake because in workshop everyone kept quibbling about particular details, like how it would take my narrator much longer to get from the airport to the post office, or whatever. It bugged me, so I invented my own town, my own little world, where I could be queen of the universe and control everything. Because of this, over six books, I’ve been able to use a lot of the same fictional places (Joie Salon, Milton’s Market, Quik Zip, Double Burger, etc). It’s just easier, and because it’s nowhere, it can be anywhere. Which is nice.

3. Yesterday, someone left a comment telling me that today, for a project, they have to dress up as me and do a presentation on my books. And that two other people in their class are doing the same thing. Which is just so surreal to me I can’t even tell you. It’s so shallow, but I wonder what someone wears to look like me? Black pants? Gap camisole? Stressed but slightly giddy expression? The mind boggles. Maybe they’ll let me know.

4. Lots of people have commented in the last few weeks, and in my guestbook, asking about the possibility of other books being made into movies. All I can say is I would LOVE for that to happen…but it’s just not happening now. This Lullaby was under option with a studio, but is not any longer. All I can do is keep my fingers crossed. You never know, right? If you’d told me five years ago that How To Deal would happen, I never would have believed it in a million years. I STILL can’t believe it, to be honest. Amazing.

5. Finally, I’ve had many requests about my recipe for devilled eggs, since I write about them so obsessively here. The problem is that I don’t really HAVE a recipe: I kind of just throw everything in until it tastes right, which is hard to quantify. Basically, you want to hard boil some eggs, peel them, and slice them lengthwise. Scoop out the yolks into a bowl, and mash them up until there aren’t any big lumps. Then, slowly, add mayonnaise, mustard (I use the yellow kind) and sweet relish (although some people skip that), salt and pepper. Since I don’t measure, I just glop in a bit of mayonnaise and mustard first, stirring it up and tasting until I like it. Go easy on the mayonnaise: too much can ruin it. When you have the proper mayo/mustard taste, put in the relish and salt and pepper. (Again: you just know.) Then fill the egg halves back up with the mixture, sprinkle them with a little paprika, put them on a pretty dish, and await compliments and praise. Everyone loves devilled eggs. And meatballs. Right?

So there you have it. Things you were wondering about, or not concerned with whatsoever. Thanks again for all the comments and questions: as I’ve said before, even if I don’t respond personally you have my guarantee that I read every word of everything that’s said here. Sometimes twice. No joke.

have a good day, everyone!
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