On an Unrelated Note….
By which I mean really unrelated….
Category: Courtney
Growing Up in Bowel Town: Marauders
I grew up in the German city of Darmstadt, which literally translates to “Bowel City,” which I choose to render as “Bowel Town” because it sounds funnier. My first home in Darmstadt was an apartment building at Roßdörferstraße 55, which loosely translates to “Horse-Village Street” — I swear I am not making this up…
Away Message and EXTREME Cuteness
As many of you already know, I was stricken with plague a few weeks back. When Horrid Gunkdom finally capitulated, I started playing catch-up, which is my favorite game, and I just lied to your face about how much I enjoy playing catch-up. The upshot of it all is that the blog has suffered this week…
German Rye Bread Recipe
It’s a yummy German bread recipe! Come see! Bake and be merry!
Book Release Party: SHADOWS AFTER MIDNIGHT
Tally-ho, zounds, and bangerang! You are all invited to the SHADOWS AFTER MIDNIGHT Book Release Party on Saturday, October 8th! The full blog post contains all the details. :o)
The Author Lost Her Brain
When you schedule a blog post in advance, make sure that the post actually has something written in it before it automatically goes live. We don’t need to discuss the circumstances that led to my arrival at this wondrous bit of concluding wisdom, do we?
All I Have to Do Is Dream
Last night, I dreamed that vampires were chasing me. I wasn’t myself; instead, I was a little girl, about 6 or 7 years old. I was at a truck stop of some sort, next to a lonely, deserted highway. Only a few other customers were in the truck stop. I think I was eating a meal when the vampires came in…
Be Honest — Was I Snoring?
Sweet inklings, I’ve found another bloggèd gem: Jennifer Brown’s post about owning our time and taking back the power we’ve given away. Jennifer talks about how we so often settle for “backseat driving” through life, instead of getting behind the wheel ourselves. Instead of following our dreams, we content ourselves (however resentfully) with sitting …
How My Bachelor’s in Writing Didn’t Prepare Me for Writerhood
Even after getting our educations — whether that’s at the collegiate level or simply through life experience and trial-and-error — we writers still have to do our homework. We have to research for our business.
The Grooming Habits of Agents
Eventually, during a break between lectures, there was a little circle of conversation at the hotel coffee shop. I don’t recall how it happened, but something I said about my in-progress novel led to this editor’s turning to me and asking, “So, Courtney, what is your book about?”