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Posted On: April 17, 2017
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Posted On: April 8, 2017
Pick black dress from among 12 similar black dresses in closet.
Try 12 similar schmattas (aka shrugs, cardigans, wraps) to cover upper arms.
Spends hour trying on necklaces to enhance neckline.
Remembers Bobbi Brown admonition to women of a certain age: Color near face for brightening!!!
Buys scarf of every color.
Posted On: April 6, 2017
Our writer’s code, written into our secret writer club rules, remind us that day jobs stand between us and a published novel. I understand. For years I thought if only and when and someday. And yes, working one, two, three jobs at a time took a big bite out of what would certainly have been my fast track to a Pulitzer. But slogging through, learning at, loving, and hating a number of jobs, that’s what formed and hold up my novels.
Posted On: April 4, 2017
Q: How did you come up with the idea for your new novel, and how closely are Jake and Phoebe based on Bernie Madoff and his wife, Ruth?
A: The idea did come just when the Madoff case first broke, and it fascinated me. How do you pull something like that off? As I saw all the people he had fooled, these were not naïve people! I thought, what is it like to be this family, and I didn’t think Ruth had done it. When everyone started hammering on her, I wondered, what is it like to be her?
Posted On: April 3, 2017
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Posted On: March 22, 2017
Book launch day shoots towards me like an asteroid.
Almost-final drafts of essays surround me. Fear, sleeplessness, and worry consume me. I won’t get reviewed. I will get reviewed—but they will all hate me. I have nothing to wear to events. Okay, I do have stuff to wear, but nothing will fit, since I can’t stop eating.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter, since no one will come to my launch readings.
Okay. My husband will come. (That’s a law, right?)