After something as exciting as the post on Friday, with the jaw-dropping awesomeness of the Supernaturally cover, it's always hard to decide what to post next. Inevitably it will be a disappointment, because nothing can compete with pretty red dresses and lightning and flowing blond hair and, oh yeah, my name on a book.
I was going to post the finalists from the blurb competition for y'all to vote on, but since it's a holiday I figured not many people would be desperate to kill time at work, so I'm saving them tomorrow, meaning you have an extra day to kick in your entries! (And oh. my. gosh. you guys are funny.)
Mostly I've just been working (or not working but trying to work) on the last book of the Paranormalcy trilogy, which is due to my editor April 1st. The goal is to finish by the 28th of this month so I have all of March to edit.
This leads to some...strangeness. For example, Saturday I was walking through the grocery store when I saw the world's biggest marshmallows. "My kids will love these!" I thought, and bought them, because really, what else can you do when confronted with abominably large marshmallows? But the more I was around them, the more I realized how much we had in common. Their brains are made of sugar and fluff; my brain is made of sugar and fluff. So, rather than eat them, I found other uses for their sweet, squishy selves.
Headrest, when the writing is just too much
Wrist support for tendonitis
Imaginary friends, because I haven't seen my real ones in months
Soothing cure for under-eye bags
Convenient pen holder for signings
"You're the best, Kiersten!" "YOU STINK!"
(One of them is better at it than the other)
Scaring small children (and my husband) (and poor Melissa Marr)
Trash talking other marshmallows
"You call yourselves marshmallows? You're tiny and chalky and couldn't squish if your lives depended on it!"
"Ooh, look at the Peep, thinks he's all that because he has sugar crystals on top. WE DON'T NEED SUGAR CRYSTALS TO BE NAUSEATINGLY SWEET!"
This was about when I had to stop taking pictures and separate my imaginary friends because they were getting so worked up they started using inappropriate language. And then one of them ended up in the microwave in an accident so horrific and violent that it would make this post immediately rated R. Alas, poor Marshy, I knew him well.
So, the point of this post is, if you are ever wondering how on earth to follow up pictures of the most beautiful cover ever, just buy a bag of marshmallow monstrosities.
Alternate point: Please for the love will this draft never end...