So, those of you who follow my sporadic blog may know that for the past few years I’ve been working on a novel. Every chance I can get, I’ve been sitting in my office, typing away, trying to spin a paranormal thriller. I really thought that would be my first book….
Ok, I’ve decided to go obvious. Yesterday I wrote about the wonderfulness that is my friend Mary Castillo and offered to give away 10 e-book copies of her latest novel Lost in the Light. But clearly, in the parlance of journalism, I must have buried the lede because I still have SIX — yes, 1-2-3-4-5-6 — copies of the e-book that need to find their readers.
I first met Mary Castillo in Mrs. Hunt’s drama class, my senior year of high school. We shared the same space, but we lived in different worlds for most of that year. She was the beautiful, talented, film-loving director who I was sure would take the world by storm some day.
When Pixar announced that its next movie would have a female protagonist, I was thrilled. After all, this is the brilliant group that brought us Toy Story, Monsters Inc, Cars and Finding Nemo. Their track record for amazing, caring, wonderfully told stories was as close to pristine (give or take A Bug’s Life) as one could get in Hollywood. Their main characters have soul and verve; they make me — a bona fide adult — cry and laugh every time. Then I saw the first trailer for Brave and my heart sank like a stone in a deep, deep Scottish river.
It started the first week of September. My kid went to preschool for the first time and came back with a cold, then another one, then a virus, then a flu-like thing, then…. With the exception of a few weeks here and there, it’s been an almost non-stop avalanche of illness….