Friday, November 27, 2009

It's that time of the week:

(Every Friday I interview a different person and share that interview with you. Perhaps they will be a fellow-author. Perhaps one of my neighbors. Maybe the bagger at the grocery store. A member of my family. A follower of this blog. Maybe it will be you! Hey, it could happen.)

Today's friend is Heather Justesen, an author with Cedar Fort. Her romance, The Ball's In Her Court (click here to watch the trailer), was released earlier this year. She can be found on the web at www.HeatherJustesen.com, and at her blog.


SME: Welcome to INFF.

Heather: Thanks, Sarah, I'm happy to be here!

SME: I'm going to skip right to the first question on my mind...
Your blogger profile says you have "two dogs, two cats, four geese, a bunch of ducks, a slew of chickens, two turkeys, five guineas and three fish." Um... on purpose?

Heather: Yeah...I know, I'm crazy. My poultry obsession started with me thinking I just wanted a few hens....and totally expanded from there.

SME: I wondered if maybe you had a Noah thing going on and animals just kept showing up.

Heather: Nope, it was all intentional.

SME: Okay.. standard question: What's your favorite continent?


Heather: I've been thinking about this because I knew you were going to ask. After much debate, I decided it must be Europe because it's where I most want to visit.

SME: Me, too! Which country would you pick first?

Heather: England, without question!

SME: See, I knew you and I were meant to be friends. Aubrey Mace and I are plotting an author trip to England (purely fantasy, of course, because going would require having a life and neither of us do). You should come
.

Heather: I would love to come! A fantasy trip is probably the only kind in my future, immediate or otherwise.

SME: Done!
Your book "The Ball's in Her Court" came out very, very recently. Tell us a little bit about it.

Heather:
My main character, Denise, grew up with a single mom who neglected and abused her, so Denise entered foster care when she was 9. At age 12 she was adopted by a great family and after some struggles managed to make a pretty good life for herself.
The book starts when she's 26 and decides she needs to find a few more answers to her past, so she sets out to find her birth father, and extended family she never met. And it's a romance because what good is a book if there isn't at least a tiny bit of romance in it? Well, okay, so there are plenty of romance-void stories out there that are well worth a read, but I like me a bit of kissing.

SME: I have a thing for romances, in case you didn't guess.
I noticed you've been doing some book signings and blog tours. How is all that going?

Heather: So far it's going great! I have a lot of friends and family who are being so supportive of me and buying my book as Christmas gifts (something I highly recommend).

SME: Books make great holiday gifts. *cough* Stolen Christmas *cough, cough* hint, hint
Your main character plays basketball. What inspired that?

Heather: I just wanted her to do something out of the ordinary. In her case she's a computer programmer, a job almost strictly reserved for guys. And she beats the guys in one-on-one at the gym at night. I had a friend in school who used to beat guys in basketball, so I guess you could say it's her fault I gave Denise that trait.

SME: At a whopping 4'11" I never really had a future in basketball.

Heather: I'm nine inches taller than you, but I have no athletic genes whatsoever, so I never had much of a future there either.

SME: Then I think you will appreciate the game I have crafted for you!

Heather: Yay! I love your games!

SME: I have entitled this game: Making Sarah Feel Highly Qualified to Someday Play Basketball. Perhaps you could substitute your name in there, as well.

Heather: Yes! I'm ready!

SME: I have three trivia questions for you that will, I hope, make me feel like that long-shot dream of being a basketball play-uh are within my exceptionally short reach. Get the questions right and you will be the champion of INFF, which comes with no perks, recognition or clout, but brings with it a heap of bragging rights.

Heather: Bragging rights are always an acceptable reward in my book.

SME: Awesome. Let's begin.
Question #1: According to Michael Jordan, how many shots did he miss over the course of his career?
a.) 1
b.) hundreds
c.) more than 9000


Heather: Definitely C. The man played for a long time and even the amazing Michael Jordan would have to miss a fair few. Besides, it makes me feel better if that's the answer!

SME: Ding, ding, ding! Correct! The way I figure it, I could miss 9000 shots. In a row. Probably more. That makes me better at one aspect of basketball than Michael Jordan.
Question #2: How tall was the shortest basketball player to play in the NBA?
a.) Mugsy Bogues at 5'3"
b.) John Harvell at 5'8"

c.) Pete Campbell at 5'11"

Heather: I'm going to guess 1) Mugsy Bogues. With a name like that, he was probably playing way back when they first invented the game, and people were much shorter then. Right?

SME: Another correct answer, Heather! And 5'3" is only 4 inches taller than I am. See, I could totally play (if I were remotely coordinated).
Question #3: What was the score of the lowest scoring game in NBA history?
a.) 19-18
b.) 58-47
c.) 85-75

Heather: You have no idea how tempted I am to Google the answer to that one, but I'm going to be good. I'm going to say b), even though I'm totally tempted to say a) because that's more like the score of any game I played against someone as athletic as I am.

SME: Hee hee. T
he answer is A!!! Fort Wayne Pistons over the Minneapolis Lakers in 1950. Now that is a game in which I would seem like an asset to either team.

Heather: I should have known!

SME: Now on to the part of the interview w
here I draw a portrait of my new friend. You!

Heather: I can't wait!

*sharpies fly at an astounding speed as another work of genius comes into being*

SME: What do you think?

Heather: Cute sneakers--I wear them all the time, and my hair looks good the way you drew it!

SME: I always put effort into the hair. And I pretty much live in my sneakers, too. I figured with the whole basketball theme going on, sneakers would be a good fit.

Heather: Even better, you spelled my name right, which can be tricky.

SME: I double checked the name. I am not a speller.
Alright, the traditional final question. Top 5 reasons this is the best blog interview you've ever done. Ready. Go.

Heather: 1) Because I've never had such a cool picture drawn of me (and so slimming!).
2) Because I didn't know before that I've missed fewer baskets than Michael Jordan.
3) I can't wait for this fantasy trip to England you, Aubrey and I are going to take some day. We rock!
4) I got to talk about my strange bird obsession, and no one gave me a funny look (to my face).
5) Because we all need friends, and your INFF interviews are totally fun!

SME: They are fun, aren't they. Thanks so much for stopping by and being my friend!
Best of luck with "The Ball's in Her Court."


Heather: Thanks for having me! It was great being here!

SME: *cue exit music* Well, this has been "I Need Friends" Friday. Come back next week when I will make another friend!!

If you'd like to be interviewed for "I Need Friends" Friday, shoot me off an email: friends at sarahmeden dot com!
I am looking for anyone and everyone, whether or not you think you are interesting. You'll get a fantastic stick figure portrait of yourself, a little promotion (if you're looking for that sort of thing) and the opportunity to tell your friends and family that you've been interviewed by SME, er... by ME!

PS--A big ol' enormous, huge, exciting, wonderful, amazing, awesome giveaway coming next week!!!

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.

(I'm bringing a long a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)

Walkabout, Week 13:

On my list of favorite holidays Thanksgiving comes in number three. Three ain't bad, people. Christmas takes the top slot. St. Patrick's Day ranks number two (bonus points if you know why). Then comes Thanksgiving.

I love pie. If there is no pie in heaven, I'm not going. I also have deep and abiding feelings for turkey, especially the dark meat. My affection for mashed potatoes is eclipsed only by my love for my family. Yet, these are not the reasons Thanksgiving claimed the coveted 3rd place spot on my holiday list.

I simply love the idea of taking a day to think of all you're grateful for. The real joy comes in thinking of things that aren't the normal answers, those things that everyone is thankful for but simply doesn't realize it. For example:


  1. Toilet paper. Think about it.
  2. Dentists. Back in the Regency era, if you had a tooth ache you went to the tooth drawer: a big strong guy with a pair of pliers and no novocain.
  3. Indoor plumbing. Reference item #1 for further reasons to be grateful in this category.
  4. I Need Friends Friday. Think of everything you would miss out on without Fridays. I, for one, would be essentially friendless.
  5. The ability to set your clocks five minutes fast. This has saved me a great deal of tardiness on many, many occasions.
  6. Taste buds.
  7. Pie. Imagine if pie had never been invented. What a sad, sad world this would be.


Have a fabulous Thanksgiving! Check back next week for a mind-boggling, start of the Christmas season, fantastic double giveaway!!



Don't forget I Need Friends Friday, in which I reveal one of my surprising life ambitions!!



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Friday, November 20, 2009

It's that time of the week:


(Every Friday I interview a different person and share that interview with you. Perhaps they will be a fellow-author. Perhaps one of my neighbors. Maybe the bagger at the grocery store. A member of my family. A follower of this blog. Maybe it will be you! Hey, it could happen.)

Today's friend hardly needs an introduction. He has set hearts a flutter on more than one continent since his literary introduction in 2005. His very conflicted and angst-filled life is chronicled in Stephenie Meyer's best-selling Twilight series and on the big screen in today's hotly anticipated release, "New Moon."

Ladies and... er... Ladies, Edward Cullen.

SME: *smiles a little awkwardly, stumbling over a few attempts at opening up this interview*

Edward: Are you alright?


SME:
*clears throat* I guess I'm a little... overwhelmed. It's as if everything about you invites me in--your voice, your face, even your smell.

Edward: I get that a lot.

SME: So this must be a big day for you.

Edward: And why is that?

SME: Hello. "New Moon."
Your latest movie. You are the star, after all.

Edward: You do realize, don't you, that I am not actually in that movie?

SME: Huh?
It says Edward Cullen right there on the poster.

Edward: That is Robert Pattinson. He's an actor.


SME:
I distinctly heard hundreds of tweenage girls scream "Edward" when he showed up at the premiere.
<----*assumes a smug expression* Care to explain that?


Edward: *produces a crooked smile* Are you being serious?

SME: I am always serious.


Edward: *sighs in a way that clearly indicates he is tempted to roll his golden eyes* The young ladies are obviously identifying Robert with the character he plays in the movies. He and I do bear something of a resemblance to one another. Except that he-- *a sudden shift in mood from smiling and slightly friendly to brooding and inwardly conflicted* --is not a monster.

SME: You're kind of hung up on that, aren't you? Obviously it doesn't bother me. We're friends now, remember?

Edward: I never said I didn't want to be friends. *brooding mood changes abruptly to intense and mysterious* Just that it would be better if we weren't friends.

SME: I think I've heard that somewhere before.

Edward: *an unexpected, crooked smile appears apparently out of nowhere* Well, I have been around a while, I'm bound to repeat myself at some point.

SME: *unsure what mood to expect from her guest next* Okay. I understand you like to play the piano.


Edward: *the smile disappears. the brooding returns* I have a lot of time on my hands, being lonely and alone and lonely.

SME: Are you lonely, Edward?

Edward: *brooding gives way to a look of immense sadness and... loneliness* The world's most dangerous predator doesn't have a lot of friends.

SME: I offered to be your friend. But you said it was better that we weren't.

Edward: *chuckles warmly*

SME: *has no idea what brought on that emotional shift*
So, um, do you think Rob Pattinson does a good job portraying you?


Edward: I would like to think I am not as moody as he makes me seem.

SME: *snorts*

Edward: What is that supposed to mean?

SME: I am pretty sure that "Edward Cullen" has been added to every thesaurus in print as a synonym to the word "moody."

Edward: *lifts his eyes dramatically toward the heavens, as if searching for an answer to an unanswerable question. a sigh of resignation mingled with frustration escapes*

SME: *attempts to salvage the interview* I suppose you do have ample reason for being just a touch... well, touchy. If I were madly, passionately in love with my primary source of nourishment, I'd be conflicted, too.


Edward: *looks vaguely amused* This is a very odd interview.

SME: I get that a lot.
What's your favorite continent?


Edward: My favorite continent?

SME: Valid question.

Edward: North America, I suppose. *crooked smile* That is where I met Bella, after all.

SME: Very romantic answer. Mr. Darcy didn't pull out anything that suave.

Edward: *a sudden frown and a look of barely veiled self-loathing* Mr. Darcy probably gets to sleep at night. I don't sleep. Ever. Because I'm a monster.

SME: I have no response to that.

Edward: *an unexpectedly mischievous look crosses his face* I understand I am to expect some kind of strange game or ritual at this point.


SME: Mr. Darcy had no idea what was going on during his interview. It was incredibly lame.

Edward: *drops his head into his hands in a gesture of utter self-defeat* Lame is far better than deadly.

SME: *mutters* ahem... *coughs the next word* moody...

Edward: So what is this game? *flashes another smile*

SME: *smiles back awkwardly, wondering which temperament to prepare for next* I have invented an entirely new game just for you. In fact, you are probably the only person
on the entire planet who could possibly play this game.

Edward: *forehead creased, all traces of happiness have vanished* I do try to blend in.

SME: *clears throat in confused nervousness* The game is entitled "Answer the Questions In Sarah's Mind." I'm just going to sit here silently and you have to answer whatever question enters my mind--since you can read thoughts and everything.

Edward: *a sudden blinding smile* Alright.

SME:

Edward: No, you do not smell as good as Bella. *intensely thoughtful expression* She's like a drug to me.

SME:


Edward: Not at the midnight showing. *a melancholy sigh* Bella and I will go at a less conspicuous time.

SME:

Edward: *crooked and amused grin* I really have no influence there. Stephenie will decide if Midnight Sun is ever completed.

SME:


Edward: I'm not sure I'm in favor of her finishing it. *clenches fists, jaw set in frustration* Living through those early months of torture was hard enough without reading it spelled out in detail on the page.

SME:


Edward: *rolls eyes and looks unexpectedly irritated* I don't bite people on demand.

SME:

Edward: You will have to ask Jacob-- *a growl* --yourself.

SME: *tries to hide the sarcasm* That was loads of fun. Now on to the part of the
interview when I draw a picture of my new friend. You.

*Masterpiece in the making*

SME: What do you think?

Edward: I am very... sparkly.

SME: It's like diamonds.

Edward: *a scowl and an abrupt despondent tone* It's the skin of a monster.

SME: Alright, final question. Top five reasons this is the best blog interview you've ever done. Ready. Go.

Edward: 1. I was able to establish once and for all that Robert Pattinson and I are not, in fact, the same person.

SME: Because he's not a monster, right?

Edward: *scowls. then smiles crookedly. then sighs. then chuckles. then looks extremely unhappy. but recovers and grins* 2. The interview was remarkably well-timed (with the movie out today and all).
3. The game was not at all what I was expecting.
4. Bella will enjoy reading it.
5. *several rounds of name-that-mood-swing* I have another piece of art for the house, which is filled with art but in which I am often very---

SME: Lonely?

Edward: *amused chuckle* Precisely.

SME: This has been... interesting, Edward. Thanks for stopping by. And thanks for not killing me.

Edward: *scowl. then smile* You're welcome.

SME: *cue exit music* Well, this has been "I Need Friends" Friday. Come back next week when I will make another friend!!

If you'd like to be interviewed for "I Need Friends" Friday, shoot me off an email: friends at sarahmeden dot com!
I am looking for anyone and everyone, whether or not you think you are interesting. You'll get a fantastic stick figure portrait of yourself, a little promotion (if you're looking for that sort of thing) and the opportunity to tell your friends and family that you've been interviewed by SME, er... by ME!
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.

(I'm bringing a long a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)

Walkabout, Week 12:

Cleaning out my house has yielded at least one long-lost treasure. In my Bio, I mention one of my earliest works "The Mystery of the Broken Unicorn." Yep. I found it.

So, for your entertainment, I am transcribing the entire thing (which isn't much--I never finished it), spelling errors and all, complete with my current-day commentary. Enjoy!

First things first: the cover.

At 1836 West North Mt. Ave. Lickup California [apparently I thought "setting" meant "mailing address"] a family of 2 lived, a girl named Linder Krinker [Linder? Really?], and her mother. In her mother's room there is a glass unicorn.

Mother says, "Don't touch the unicorn whatever you do!"

WHY? WHY? WHY can't I touch it? Linder would say to herself. [even at 9 I was a master of emotional dialogue]

One day Linder heard a nay! [pretty sure that's "neigh", unless her mother was very formal when telling her loving daughter no.] It was coming from her mothers room!

She ran in and there on the floor lay her mother's unicorn!

She remembered her mother telling her not to touch her unicorn.

If she didn't pick it up her mother might think "she" did it!

So she picked it up and put it on the desk where it was. Just then she saw that there was a crack in the unicorn! [Let's play the "How Many Exclamation Points Can Sarah Use On a Single Page" game!!--That makes eight.]

Linder ran into the kitchen to get some glass to cover the crack. [Doesn't everyone keep random shards of glass in the kitchen, just in case?] She went in and filled the crack in.

Just then, the unicorn's eyes lit up! Then it's horn bent forward! Then a red stream of light came flying at Linder! She moved and the stream disapeared! [That's 12.]

Linder took the piece of glass out of the crack. The unicorn's eye's turned the color of glass! [13.]

That night Linder whent into her room afraid something might happen to her mother. That night Linder heard screams of silence, [screams of silence?] and knew it was the unicorn.

Linder went in her mother's room [the logical thing to do after hearing screams of silence]. She put the piece of glass in the unicorn! Just then the unicorn shot a red stream right in the middle of her eye's! [15.]

When her mother came home she said, "Linder did you have a good day?"

Yes, said Linder! [16.]

Then her eyes lit up!


Ah, the seeds of greatness. *snickers* I never did finish that story. My protagonist was, apparently, possessed by some sort of glass unicorn demon who forced her to talk in exclamation points and I just didn't know where to go from there.

PS Do NOT miss this week's I Need Friends Friday! A certain suave, sophisticated, somewhat-conflicted vampire will be joining the fun in honor of a certain movie release and the fact that Mr. Darcy essentially threw down the gauntlet two weeks ago. This one is bound to become a classic!


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Sunday, November 15, 2009

Oprah does her "Favorite Things," wowing and awing her audience with "must have" Christmas gifts that only she can afford.

I, on the other hand, submit this as one of my "Favorite Things," a collection of award-winning Christmas-themed short stories for only $7.99!


Purchase your copy at:
CreateSpace
Amazon
Smashwords (ebook, in various formats!)

My short story, "Stolen Christmas," is featured in the collection, as well as stories by:
  • Don Carey
  • Laura Craner
  • Joyce DiPastena
  • L.T. Elliot
  • Gussie Fick
  • Melanie Goldmund
  • M. Gray
  • Taegyn Hutchinson
  • Angie Lofthouse
  • Lori Nawyn
  • Tristi Pinkston
  • Brian C. Ricks
  • Sandra Sorenson
  • Janice Sperry
  • Christine Thackeray
Impressive, eh? Stolen Christmas and Other Stories of the Season is now available!!!


And, I have a feeling there will be a giveaway. Just sayin. So check back for your chance to win!


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Friday, November 13, 2009

It's that time of the week:


(Every Friday I interview a different person and share that interview with you. Perhaps they will be a fellow-author. Perhaps one of my neighbors. Maybe the bagger at the grocery store. A member of my family. A follower of this blog. Maybe it will be you! Hey, it could happen.)

Today's friend is my very own 6-year-old daughter. As you probably know, anyone under 16 is given a code name here at www.sarahmeden.com as a precaution. We are calling today's guest Bertha.

Enjoy!!!

SME: Welcome, Bertha.

Bertha: My name isn't Bertha.

SME: That's what I'm calling you for this interview.

Bertha: But that isn't my name.

SME: Can you just sort of pretend?

Bertha: I guess.

SME: Are you excited about being interviewed?

Bertha: Yes. This is my first time.

SME: What do you think I'll ask you?

Bertha: You aren't going to ask me anything secret are you?

SME: No.

Bertha: Umm... I think you'll ask me "Do you like toys?" or "Do you like pie?

SME: Do you like pie?

Bertha: Yes. Certain kinds. Apple pie and pumpkin.

SME: Which would you pick if you had to choose between them?

Bertha: Ooh. I know that one. Pumpkin.

SME: Why is that?

Bertha: Because... hmm... because it's... sweeter?

SME: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Bertha: Ooh. That's easy. A person who teaches art. That's it. Except for making roller coasters.

SME: Wait. Making roller coaster? You want to build roller coasters?

Bertha: I want to decide how they go.

SME: How many roller coasters have you been on?

Bertha: One.

SME: Was it fun?

Bertha: Yes. I thought my spine was gonna fall out.

SME: And that was fun?

Bertha: Yeah. But it didn't really fall out. It was just like it felt like it did.

SME: Then, no big deal.

Bertha: Yeah. Unless you're not very brave. Like you weren't.

SME: Thanks. What is your favorite kind of cookie?

Bertha:
Ooh. That's eeeaaaasssyyyy. I like butterscotch chip cookies.

SME: Yum. What's your favorite continent?

Bertha: Continent? What's a continent?

SME: It's big, huge thing of land that countries are on.

Bertha: Which one do we live on now?

SME: North America.

Bertha: And where is the place we're moving to? What comtiment?

SME: North America.

Bertha: North America. That's probably everybody's favorite?

SME: Why do you think that?

Bertha: Because I live there.

SME: Very good reason.
Do you know who this is?

Bertha: He's that vampire person that everyone is in love with.

SME: Do you think he's handsome?

Bertha: *shakes head "no"* He's spooky.

SME:
Should I interview him for INFF?

Bertha: As long as he had some blood already.

SME: Good point. Should I wear my
"Edward Cullen" hair when I interview him?

Bertha: *giggles and nods*

SME: What do you think he'll say?

Bertha: He'll say you are crazy.


SME: Probably. Now on to the part of the
interview when I draw a picture of my new friend. You.

*Drawing. Drawing. Drawing.*

SME: What do you think?

Bertha: I'm sooo cute! But you wrote my name wrong.

SME: Code name, remember?

Bertha: Oh, yeah.

SME: So, can you give me 5 reasons why this is the best blog interview you've ever done?

Bertha: 1. I gave good answers
2. The questions weren't very complicated
3. 'Cause Mommy is a very good host
4. I liked it
5. They were really good questions.


SME: *cue exit music* Well, this has been "I Need Friends" Friday. Come back next week when I will make another friend!!

If you'd like to be interviewed for "I Need Friends" Friday, shoot me off an email: friends at sarahmeden dot com!
I am looking for anyone and everyone, whether or not you think you are interesting. You'll get a fantastic stick figure portrait of yourself, a little promotion (if you're looking for that sort of thing) and the opportunity to tell your friends and family that you've been interviewed by SME, er... by ME!

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Wednesday, November 11, 2009

It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.

(I'm bringing a long a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)

Walkabout, Week 11:

Remember last week how I blithely announced that I was moving and packing up a house and cleaning and making humongous changes in my life? All of that is still true. I am simply looking back with a shake of my head at the optimism that colored that post.

I am exhausted.

I had to do some rearranging of INFF interviews while my schedule is in shambles (don't worry, there will still be interviews!!!), and I have done absolutely no writing. My Work In Progress has been delegated to the role of distant hope. My brain is quickly filling up with unwritten works of genius while my body is being slowly depleted of all energy.

It's been a long 10 days.

But this week's INFF will contain an announcement of monumental proportions. Okay, not monumental, but pretty cool.

So, come back on Friday. You'll be glad you did.


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Friday, November 6, 2009

It's that time of the week:


(Every Friday I interview a different person and share that interview with you. Perhaps they will be a fellow-author. Perhaps one of my neighbors. Maybe the bagger at the grocery store. A member of my family. A follower of this blog. Maybe it will be you! Hey, it could happen.)

Today's friend is Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. For nearly 200 years, Mr. Darcy has been considered the quintessential romantic hero. No one does brooding silences, tortured glances or drastic misunderstandings quite like he does. The co-star of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Darcy has captured hearts the world over. I am very happy to have him on this special edition of I Need Friends Friday.

Brace yourselves, ladies. Mr. Darcy's in da house!!

SME: Welcome, Mr. Darcy. Should I call you Mr. Darcy, or do you prefer Fitzwilliam?

Mr. Darcy: I prefer Mr. Darcy.

SME: That seems a little formal. We are friends, after all.

Mr. Darcy: My friends call me Mr. Darcy.

SME: Mr. Bingley calls you “Darcy.” May I call you that?

Mr. Darcy: No.

SME: *under breath* This is off to a great start. *assumes a cheery face* You and I first met when I was twelve years old, I believe. Do you remember?


Mr. Darcy: I do, actually. You had a great deal to say about my lack of intelligence.

SME: You were sort of being a moron.

Mr. Darcy: In my defense, I was operating under a great many misconceptions. You, however, were privy to much that I was not.

SME: Meaning, I knew that Elizabeth Bennett was absolutely perfect for you and you were too much of a snot to get to know her well enough to discover that for yourself.

Mr. Darcy: Perhaps, Mrs. Eden, there is a reason you are in such desperate need of friends. I do believe that referring to one's prospective friend as a "snot” shortly after labeling that same individual a “moron” would significantly lessen the chances of solidifying a friendship.

SME: Oh, please. Like you haven't heard that before.

Mr. Darcy: Are we nearly done here?

SME: Not remotely.

Mr. Darcy: Wonderful.

SME: Was that sarcasm?


Mr. Darcy: Apparently, Mrs. Eden, that was the tone of voice utilized by a snotty moron.

SME: Self-fulfilling prophecy?

Mr. Darcy: Precisely.

SME: Perhaps I should move on to the game I planned for you.

Mr. Darcy: *dry tone of voice * I can hardly wait.

SME: *under breath. again * Snotty moron.

Mr. Darcy: I beg your pardon?


SME: Just setting up our game. I have entitled this game “Mr. Darcy, Meet Mr. Darcy.”

Mr. Darcy: *grumbling* Oh, lud.

SME: As I am sure you are aware, ever since your introduction to the world in 1813, society has seen many reincarnations of you. Today we are going to revisit a few of those.

Mr. Darcy: What, precisely, am I required to do for this bit of second-rate entertainment?

SME: You know, there was a time when I would have vehemently defended you against those who claim that Edward Cullen has dethroned you as the reigning king of romantic heroes. Right now,
kinda agreeing with them.

Mr. Darcy: Is that supposed to offend me or wound my tender sensibilities?

SME: *snorts * Tender sensibilities? Ha! *sniffles subtly * I doubt you have any sensibilities, whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I am now convinced you were both the Pride and the Prejudice!

Mr. Darcy: Are you... crying?

SME: No. *sniffle * A little. I was looking forward to this interview and having you as one of my friends, and now you're being rude and uncooperative and...

Mr. Darcy: *sighs * Explain your game.


SME: You mean it?

Mr. Darcy: Yes. But Elizabeth will never let me hear the end of this.

SME: *claps hands gleefully * I am going to compare and contrast a couple different “Mr. Darcys” and you get to tell me which one got it right!

Mr. Darcy: Meaning, which came closest to an accurate representation of me?

SME: Yep.
Comparison #1: Laurence Olivier (from 1940's “Pride and Prejudice”) and David Rintoul (from 1980's “Pride and Prejudice”).

Mr. Darcy: They were both fantastic.

SME: That's it?

Mr. Darcy: Yes. Next comparison.

SME: I only have one more
.

Mr. Darcy: I will strive to endure the disappointment.

SME: #2: Collin Firth (from 1995's “Pride and Prejudice”) and Matthew Macfadyen (from 2005's “Pride and Prejudice”)

Mr. Darcy: They were both fantastic.

SME: Oh, brother.
Well, I guess I should
just move on to the part where I draw your portrait.

Mr. Darcy: You are an artist?

SME: Haven't you ever read any of these interviews?

Mr. Darcy:

SME: Never mind.

*The smell of Sharpies fills the air*


SME: So, what do you think?

Mr. Darcy: You've drawn me too thin.

SME: Edward is so getting my vote.

Mr. Darcy: Have you had him on this little program of yours?

SME: Not yet.

Mr. Darcy: Let him endure... that is, undertake an interview before you come to any conclusions. I suspect he will lose some of his charm, as well.

SME: People love these interviews. In fact, I always end with the same question. Please (you even got a “please”) give the top 5 reasons why this is the best blog interview you've ever done.

Mr. Darcy: Must I?

SME: Yes.

Mr. Darcy: 1. The game was mercifully short.
2.I am not obligated to display the portrait anywhere.

That is all I can think of.

SME: I guess that will do. Thanks.

Mr. Darcy: I am done, now?

SME: Yes.

Mr. Dancy: Then, you're welcome.

SME: *cue exit music* Well, this has been "I Need Friends" Friday. Come back next week when I will make another friend!!


If you'd like to be interviewed for "I Need Friends" Friday, shoot me off an email: friends at sarahmeden dot com!
I am looking for anyone and everyone, whether or not you think you are interesting. You'll get a fantastic stick figure portrait of yourself, a little promotion (if you're looking for that sort of thing) and the opportunity to tell your friends and family that you've been interviewed by SME, er... by ME!
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

It's Wednesday. Let's go walkabout.

(I'm bringing a long a few of my mates as I wander through the vast wilderness of the publishing industry, learning the ins and outs, and having a grand adventure.)

Walkabout, Week 10:

Apparently having a little notice about major life changes is an outdated idea. Monday afternoon my husband got a new job. Out of state. Our house goes on the market next week. In other words, we have one week to get our house all fancified so it'll sell in a less-than-ideal housing market. Of course, the hardest part won't be getting it ready, but keeping it clean with small children who are intent on uncleaning it.

*sigh*

I had originally planned to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month--held every November in which writers commit to writing the first draft of a 50,000-ish word novel in the month of November). Yea. Not gonna happen.

Things seem to happen that way, don't they? Even changes we're excited about and happy about come out of nowhere and catch us off guard.

So, wish me luck! And throw another shrimp on the barbie. (Sorry, that's all the Aussie slang I can come up with in a pinch.)


Don't forget I Need Friends Friday.
These week's interview will surprise you... I guarantee it!



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