Mark Wahlberg Gets An Oscar Nod!

Continuing with the entertainment theme this week, I’m taking this opportunity to make noise about Mark Wahlberg getting an Oscar nomination for Best Supporting Actor for his role in “Departed”!



Not that I’ve seen the movie. It’s not out on DVD yet (and despite good intentions, I didn't get to the theater), but that isn’t going to stop me from applauding, hooting, and even making some cat-calls over his nomination. Because I’ve seen just about everything he’s done--his fine, uh, body of work--and watched him transform from a rapper-kid-with-some-lines



to a powerful presence who commands the screen. So I’m going with my gut here, along with his stellar reviews on this role, to support my big mouth.

If you haven’t seen him in the teen classic “No Fear” with Reese Witherspoon--do. And I thought him compelling in “Three Kings”, in and “The Perfect Storm” (where, even though I heard he suffered from persistent motion sickness, he stole my heart as one of the doomed fishermen). I loved his humor in “The Italian Job”. I was scared to death of him as the powerfully tormented older brother in “Four Brothers”.



And recently, he brought me to me to tears as the local-boy-does-good in “Invincible”.



So congratulations to the scintillating Mark Walhberg for this Oscar recognition.

And may I just say as long as he keeps making movies, you can bet I’ll keep watching...

Tina

www.tinaferraro.com
Top Ten Uses for An Unworn Prom Dress, March, 2007
How to Hook a Hottie, Spring 2008

Don't you love celebrity gossip?

Well, I do! Can't get enough of it. I watch Inside Edition, Entertainment Tonight and E! News just to get the tiniest bit of fodder on the rich and famous. US Weekly is like an addictive substance and People always catches my attention at the store.

So, imagine my voyeuristic surprise when the sales team at my office came back from an intensive week-long meeting in Miami and had plenty of celebrity poop to pass along. Naturally, I have to pass it along to you!

At the exact time Jessica Simpson and John Mayer have been avoiding the tabloid headlines linking them together...my buddies saw with their very own eyes Jessica and John kanoodling by the pool at the Four Seasons in Miami. They said Jessica was looking very hot and the hotel management was having to approve of who could come into the pool area because they were obviously getting attention. One of the sales guys had to go out to the pool area to find his boss and they wouldn't let him in because he was staying at the Mandarin and not the Four Seasons and had no proof of "legitimately" being there. Don't you love it?



Then, another one of the sales guys who was staying at the Mandarin said he couldn't sleep because the suite underneath his was pumping all night with this one Spanish song playing over and over and over again. The balcony underneath him was full of people partying and singing. The sales guy called the hotel to complain and they said it was pretty much too bad. So, at 3:00 a.m., the sales guy went out onto his balcony and hung over it to see who it was. He figured if the hotel wasn't going to do anything about it, it must be someone pretty important. Lo and behold, the music playing over and over was JLo's new Spanish single and it was hers and Marc Anthony's party. He said JLo looked very plain without being "made up," but they were having a great time. He noticed Marc Anthony standing in the corner of the balcony talking to some other people and overhead...(this is classic!)

Marc Anthony: "You know, staying together is the new breaking up."

Isn't that the best line you've ever heard?!



Man, how I would have loved to have gone to the sales meeting in Miami. Had JLo and Marc Anthony kept me awake at 3:00 a.m., I would have gone downstairs, knocked on the door and said, "If you're going to keep me awake, at least let me join you."

Have you every run into a celebrity or witnessed them out of their habitat? Anything juicy or fun? Pitch in and post your story!

Marley = )
Sorority Rush Begins - Spring 2008!
Puffin Books

The Call...and THEN the Wait!

I think I had the most torturous wait-to-tell-people story...

Back in October, my lovely agent calls me and says, "Hey Dona. An editor at Kimani loves your book, but want to see a few changes XYZ. Can you make them?"

I'm all like, sure. Very calmly. I've had more than a few close calls before, and I refuse to get overwhemingly excited about anything but THE CALL anymore. So, I make said changes and send HOW TO SALSA IN A SARI back to lovely agent and forget about it.

I announce to the whole world that I am leaving for India for 3 weeks...and am pretty happy to get out of the country since I *know* nothing will come out of the Kimani deal and I don't want to be depressed around the holidays. I had no email and no phone access as I toured Calcutta, Banglore, and Madras. I attended a friend's wedding and generally had an incredible time.

I get back to my in-law's house in Bombay and as soon as their internet is hooked up, I check work mail and my donasarkarmishra.com account. Lo and behold, there are quite a few messages from Lovely Agent screaming at me to CALL HER NOW.

Shaking and trembling, I do so. Unfortunatley, it's 3 am Eastern Time and I get her voicemail. I spend the next 5 hours driving my in-laws and husband insane. Let me explain, those were the longest 5 hours of my ENTIRE LIFE. I was literally sitting in the living room in my in-law's house in Bombay sweating for 5 hours. GOD!
"Could it be THE call?"
"Could it be Sha-Shana is ditching me?"
"Could it be that I suck and should no longer write?"

After 5 hours of pure torture, I call back and Lovely Agent lets me know it is indeed good news. We have an offer on the table. And then, the bad news: We need to get marketing sign-off on the offer so I can't talk about it yet. And since it is the week before X-Mas, most likely we'll have to wait until the new year to hear any further. I hang up the phone in a daze and walk back into the living room. My husband gives me a look like,"Well?"

I shrugged.

What could I say? I explain the situation and swear him to silence....then I proceed to check mail like it's my JOB for the next week. And the week after that...and the week after that. I had to force myself to stay away from all writing friends just so I didn't get slap-happy and scream my news.

So I wait a WHOLE MONTH in pure silence. I go back to work, attend meetings, start writing again...and then on the day Seattle shut down due to a snow storm, I get another email in my inbox from my agent. CALL ME NOW.

Let me tell you, keeping this kind of news to yourself is really, really hard. But that morning, the deal got finalized. I am going to be a published author as of early 2008. HOW TO SALSA IN A SARI will be release one and HOW LIA MET ANA (tenatively! Thanks BBGS!) will be release two.

So! In tradition with getting THE CALL in weird places, I got mine during an All-India tour over Christmas vacation. The BEST Christmas present I have ever gotten in my entire life.

I am still in a state of shock that my dream is actualy going to come true....

Dona Sarkar-Mishra
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HOW TO SALSA IN A SARI - early 2008 releasefrom Harlequin Kimani-Tru
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The Call Week

Not Quite How I Imagined It...

When I get into range the waiting message icon flashes on my phone. I pull over to the side of the road, get out of the car, and then punch in *86...

“Heather, dear...” It’s my agent -- imagine an uber-cute Connecticut accent with lots of pauses and a bit of a drawl. “So...good news. We’ve received an offer.”

I put my hand against the roof of my car, steadying myself because my legs feel like they belong to Gumby. I play the message again to make sure it’s real, then I calmly get into my car and drive the rest of the way home. I park, kill the engine, and play the message yet again.

The book has been going to meetings at HarperCollins. I know today is the day the decision would be made, but it can't actually be happening. Not after what I’ve been through. I mean, how could something so sweet come to me in the midst of the longest, loneliest time in my life? It can’t be true.

I find my way into the house, throw my stuff down and call my agent’s cell number. He laughs at my utter shock. He tells me some of the details and says he’ll call me the next day.

I lie back on my bed, shaking and crying. I call my best friend. She whoops and screams for me because I can’t. I’m just repeating like a crazy person, “I knew I could do it. I knew I could do it. I knew I could do it.”

I realize as I start to breathe again that while the rest of my world has fallen away, my writing has been my constant. Something I alone have built. Something I have believed in and nurtured. Something I did for myself after years of doing things for the man I’d been married to.

It hits me: My book will be in print. My former students will be able to check my book out of the library someday. And, I will recover from my brokenness. I will fill the empty place with more words.

No so-called love or even heartbreak can take that from me or make me turn away from what I was meant to do, or meant to be.


Heather Davis
is the author of
Never Cry Werewolf
Coming in 2008
from HarperCollins

Do you smell something?

When my agent signed me, she was very upfront that my book might not sell. She loved it, but she said the market was leaning towards edgier books at that time. She had an adorable YA that wasn't selling and she just couldn't understand why(I realized later this was Tera's book!). So I was fully prepared for my book not to sell. She started submitting the week before Memorial Day.

The next Thursday, after a rain-soaked trip to Target, I came home to a message from her. Being the glass half-empty girl that I am, I figured she was calling to say she had made a huge mistake and wouldn't be representing me after all! I called her back and her assistant told me she was on a smoke break.

The five minute wait for her to call back was sheer torture! When she called to tell me that not only had I sold my first book, but that they wanted a sequel, I couldn't believe my ears! I tried calling just about everybody I knew. Of course, no one was home and my hubby was working! My two year old had made a mad dash for his room and his trains so it was me & my one year old.

I told him that Mommy had just sold her first book.

His response?

"Mommy, poopy!" Grabbing his crotch Michael Jackson style for emphasis.

Yeah, it was a good day.

xo,

Steph

www.stephaniehale.com

Warning: Do Not Operate Heavy Machinery When Selling Your First Book

(Disclaimer--there are no injuries involved in this story, thereby disproving the theory that one must break a bone to sell a book.)

Date: 18 July 2006
Time: 5:03 pm ET
Location: Naples, Florida

Here's how it went...

Me: "Mom, I want to talk to you because I don't want to talk to my uber-fabulous critique partner. Because if I talk to her I'll tell her the editor at Dutton loved my book. But I don't want to get our hopes up talking about a potential deal that might fall through. Been there, done that."

Mom: "Um, okay."

Beep, beep.

Me: "Hold on Mom, I have another call." Look at caller ID. Area code 212. New York. Don't get your hopes up. "I have to go."

Click.

Victoria: "Hi Tera, this is Victoria in Jenny Bent's office."

Me: "Oh, hi Victoria." Great, probably just finalizing details about my meeting with Jenny in Atlanta next weel. "How are you?"

Victoria: "I'm good. Do you have a minute for Jenny?"

Internal scream. Don't get your hopes up.

Me: "Yes, of course."

Jenny: "Hi Tera, it's Jenny. Can you guess why I'm calling you?"

Bigger scream. Now I know why my parents hate it when I make them guess things.

Me: "Um," trying not to sound over-hopeful, "because a publisher made an offer on my book."

Jenny: "Dutton wants to buy your book."

Me: "Oh my God."

Jenny: "They want to put it out in hardcover."

Me: "Oh my God."

Jenny: "And they've offered $$$."

Me: "Oh my God!"

Jenny: "Honey, are you okay?"

Me: "Yes, yes. I'm pulling off the road."

Jenny: "You're driving!? Don't be driving!"

I don't remember much else of that conversation. I had pulled over into an apartment parking lot, under a shady tree, just trying to wrap my brain around the idea that what I had been working for three years, completed four manuscripts to do had finally happened. Especially since the week before I had been crying to my Mom and convinced that it would never, ever happen.

After the call, I called my mom back to explain why I had been gone so long.

She, of course, knew I would sell.

Then I called my dad. Only he didn't answer his phone and it wasn't until I'd called five times and sent a "Call Me!" text message that I got through.

Me: "What kind of father are you who doesn't answer his phone when his daughter calls to say her agent sold her book?"

Dad: "Oh. Did she?"

Me: "Why would I say that if she hadn't?"

Honestly. Parents.

Next I called my uber-critique partner.

Sharie: "I'm just on my way out the door. Can I call you back?"

Me: "I don't think you want to wait."

But in the end... I think the whole thing was definitely worth the wait.

A Whole New Meaning to "Break a Leg"

It's "The Call" week here at Books, Boys and Buzz! We've had some questions asking us to share our stories, so I'm happy to follow Tina's heartwarming story of how she made her sale.

So...here's what happened to me...

First, I have to give some back story. I came verrrrrrrrry close to selling one of my romances, but, alas, the line decided to "change focus" and I got the dreaded "R." On January 13th. Friday the 13th. Yeah...a dark day. My boss was traveling, so I went into his office and cried off every stitch of makeup.



But TWELVE days later, my brilliant agent sent me an e-mail saying a publisher contacted her, looking for an author to write a sorority sister series for them and ... was I interested?

Ummm...hello!

Two weeks later, I turned in a proposal for three books with three heroines from different backgrounds all going through sorority Rush at the same southern university. After five years of writing, eleven full manuscripts and two partials...I just *felt* that I had the most amazing chance this time.

We waited. But not for long. We got good feedback. It went up the chain. We were told to be patient. Then...it happened.

No, not the call. The incident.

I'm coming out of the Arlington Street MBTA train station here in Boston on the morning of March 2, 2006. Mr. B@stard Fellow Commuter is on some important phone conversation and can't wait for me to get up the steps in front of him, so he brushes past me and knocks me up the stairs. I fell forward onto my knees and oh boy brother, did it hurt! I had just had my boots polished and all I could think was, "I'm scuffing my boot!" The pain became unbearable. As I'm laying there on the steps, this woman goes, "Are you all right?" I said, "No, I don't think I am." Then I looked up ... and she was gone! So, I hobbled to the top and doubled-over again, at which point, Crazy Willie who hangs out at the T stations panhandles me! I said to him, "I'm just in a little bit of pain here."

Well, suffice it to say, I made it the block to my office, called my hubby who came and got me and took me to the hospital and yes, my poor little foot was broken. See for yourself...



Yikes!

When I got home, depressed and downtrodden (literally!), I e-mailed my agent and told her what had happened. She immediate shot back, "It's a sign! It's a sign that your books are going to sell!"

Eleven days later, I'm sitting at my desk at work finishing booking a flight for my boss when my cell phone rang out Ray J’s “One Wish” (my ring tone.) I immediately saw “404” area code and knew it was my agent. I started to jump up and down, but had to remember my foot was broken and calm down and listen. There was a lot of screaming and congratulating and something about a FOUR-book deal, I don't remember the specifics.

A vice president from another division walked by and asked my co-worker Kathy if I was okay and she said, "Yeah, she's getting good news." Oh, the best!

I called my husband, Mike, of course. Then I called my parents. Then I called my “vault," including Diana Peterfreund, Jessica Andersen, Charlene Glatkowski, Pam Claughton and Wendy Toliver. That night, Mike and I had champagne...and did for the three nights following for a total of four bottles, one for each book!

I couldn't believe it...I was going to be an author with Puffin Books! The same house as Judy Blume...and Pooh Bear!



So, there you have it...my story. Had I know, I would have broken my foot years ago. LOL! If anything, I'm a symbol of perserverance, tenacity and never, ever giving up, even when you think you're at your worst. Always believe in yourself.

Marley = )
Sorority Rush Begins - Spring 2008!
Puffin Books

Announcing "The Call" Week!

The Buzz Girls are having a theme week, telling our “The Call” stories. And since Marley is having some technical difficulties today, I’m going first, and she’ll slide in for me tomorrow.

My story is unusual, to say the least, and the only way I can start it is on the day before, Thursday, June 12, 2005...

I was a nervous wreck. Krista Marino at Random House had made an offer on Top Ten Uses for an Unworn Prom Dress, but my agent, Nadia Cornier, had to close loops with some other interested parties first. After having waited so long to sell a book, I was beset with worries that “something would go wrong” and suddenly no one would want it (let alone my dream publisher, Random House).

I had been driving myself and Nadia crazy. So I announced at breakfast that I was going to see “Mr. and Mrs. Smith” at the local theater to keep myself busy.

Which was where an employee from son’s school found me hours later. My 11 year-old had had a serious playground accident, and they needed my permission for hospital treatment. How thankful I was that I made that breakfast announcement, and even in his blinding pain, he was able to remember and tell them where to find me!

Fast-forward many hours. He had emergency surgery to reconnect his arm...and at midnight, I was feeding him ice cream in a hospital room, just so thankful it had been his arm--and not his back or his neck. He slept fitfully that night, and the alarm on his intravenous fluid drip kept going off, requiring me to stay awake for constant adjustments. I was grateful when dawn broke, to have the previous day behind me.

At 8:00 am, my cell phone rang. I thought it was family. Instead it was Nadia. The deal with Krista Marino at Random House had been sealed.

I stood there, looking at my son, trying to get my brain to process. I was thrilled. Sort of. Kind of. I mean--I was! But what, just yesterday, had me jumping out of my skin, now seemed...surreal.

All I could think about was him. What would his summer be like in a cast? Would be make it to his 6th grade promotion? Would he be able to play his beloved baseball again?

So fast-forward another 10 hours. We’re home, with assurances from the doctor that he’ll make a complete recovery. I’ve had a nap, am feeling human again. And it hits me...OMIGOD, I sold my book!!!

I go for the bottle of champagne that I’d been (hopefully, wishfully) keeping in the back of the fridge. I pop the cork and open my mouth, and start doing the NBA Championship Thing.


Laughing, crying, slurping, guzzling. Like a crazy person. One blissfully happy and grateful mother and published author crazy person.

Tina

www.tinaferraro.com
Top Ten Uses for an Unworn Prom Dress, March, 2007
How to Hook a Hottie, Spring, 2008

Guy Friends

Is it easier to be friends with guys or girls?

For me it was always guys. All through school, my best friends -- save one bff, were boys. Boys you can trust. Boys don't envy you. Boys have your back.

Not that girls can't do the same thing.... I have one best friend from HS who still has my back, even if it's long distance over the phone.

But there is one problem with the whole guys as friends thing.

Boys who are friends can develop into something else entirely, which can either be a great thing or a not so good thing. And you risk that awkwardness if and when you start to like your guy friend as more than, but he's not thinking that way at all.

So what about you guys? Did you ever or do you have a best friend who's a guy? Did you ever have a guy friend turn into something else...? (And just for the record, I don't mean a frog.)

Inquiring minds want to know...

Hugs,

H

Heather Davis is the author of
Never Cry Werewolf
coming in 2008 from HarperCollins.

Hump Day Hottie #19

Celebrity Makeovers... Better or Worse?

How many of you have ever done a makeover? Come on, admit it. Whether it was your hair, your room, or your guy... have you ever undertaken a complete overhaul? Just said, "Enough is enough. It's time for a major change."?

Well, I have. Many, many, many times. In my near and distant past I have gone from my natural blah brown hair to raven black, fiery red, and champagne, honey, and caramel blonde. From near-to-waist length to above-the-chin bob. At least once every three months I get the uncontrollable urge to rearrange my bedroom entirely--move the bed to the other wall, change out this dresser for that trunk, buy all new bedding.

Why do I do this? I think it's in our genes. As girls, I think we have a makeover gene that compels us to turn something into something else. Something (potentially) better. But we're not the only ones doing it. Celeb guys are changing up their looks as much as the girls--sometimes I think the guys make even more changes. Probably because their hair grows back so much faster. In some ways I admire those who are able to stick with one, classic, perfect-for-them style for the long haul. On the other hand, you have to give props to the guy who shaves it all off for a role.

Here are some of my fave celebs made-over... you decide whether they were made-better... or worse.

Wentworth Miller. Before he shaved it all off? Unknown. Virtually anonymous actor... just another one of the Hollywood hopefuls. After? Mega-star of smokin' hot series Prison Break and heartthrob to bad boy lovers everywhere.

My opinion? Much, much better.


Zac Efron. Before? Absolutely adorable, sweetheart star of High School Musical. Legions and legions of screaming fangirls. (Probably fanboys, too.) After he dyed and cut his hair for the upcoming Disney flick Hairspray? Um... questionable. Don't get me wrong, I still love the Zac. But I definitely prefer the shaggy brown floppy hair to the fifties slick style.

My opinion? Worse.

Brad Pitt. Okay, this guy has gone through almost as many style changes as me. Long, flowing locks in Legends of the Fall. Cute 90s cut (left) circa The Favor. Spikey bedhead (right) from Ocean's Eleven. And finally the drool-worthy buzz cut he's currently sporting. Has he ever made a wrong move?

My opinion? It's all good by me.

PS--This post is a lead-in to my own hair appointment on Friday. Tune in next week to see how extreme my own makeover is.

What--You'll Be Here in 5 Minutes???

We’ve all had this happen. We’re lazing around the house, reading, doing homework or whatever, and a call comes in. An old friend--or more urgently, a new guy--is headed over. In 5 minutes. What to do to rejuvenate ourselves?


Well, I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but the following is a list I’ve come up with to help save the day (and your confidence):

--Whatever you’re wearing, upgrade it. Put on a belt, grab a long, knitted scarf, slip on good shoes, maybe heels or boots.

--Brush and spray your hair.

--Remove any smudged eye make-up with cleanser on cotton (careful not to remove foundation or cheek color) and reapply.

--Add some lipstick or gloss.

--Take a long look at yourself in the mirror and breathe. Don’t forget--beauty starts from within.

Okay, what did I miss? What tips can you add to save us from our next bouts of 5 Minute Madness?

Tina

www.tinaferraro.com
Top Ten Uses for An Unworn Prom Dress, March, 2007
How to Hook a Hottie, Spring 2008

You're gonna love her...

This weekend was "catch up" weekend on a lot of things. Since I was under a deadline over the holidays and then on vacation and then sick with the stupid airplane flu I got, I have been out of the loop on watching some of the great movies out there and on watching one of my favorite yearly events, The Golden Globes!

On Saturday afternoon, we went to see DREAMGIRLS and then Saturday night, thanks to Bravo TV (one of my favorite channels), I saw a rerun of the Globes and was soooooooo excited that newcomer, Jennifer Hudson won Best Supporting Actress for her performance as Effie White in DREAMGIRLS.



Have you seen this movie? Have you seen her? Have you heard her? Whoa, momma! As my dear old Dad says, "She's got a set of pipes on her!" Jennifer lit up the screen with her personna, presence and her incredible voice. At one point in the movie, she's singing this very pivotal song and belts out the lyric "You're gonna love me!!!!" and let me tell you, every hair on my neck and arm stood at attention. When the scene was over, the audience burst into applause...it was that moving!



And see, this is one of the reasons I can't watch AMERICAN IDOL. If they let someone like her finish in sixth (what?!) place, what good is it? I was raised in a musical house by a professional musician mother and I have a wicked good ear for music. To hear people butchering songs and catter-walling and singing off key is like nails on a chalk board to me. But if I'd heard Jennifer Hudson sing, it might have made a believer out of me.

Did you know she beat out 787 other actresses/singers for the part of Effie? That's just mind-blowing to me. And while she shared the screen with the amazing talents of Beyonce, Oscar-winner, Jamie Foxx and legend Eddie Murphy, it was Ms. Hudson who totally stole the movie.

If you haven't seen DREAMGIRLS already, I highly recommend it. As for the Oscars, I say give about a dozen of them to Jennifer Hudson.

What did you think of the movie?

Marley = )
Sorority Rush Begins - Spring 2008!
Puffin Books

Desperate Teens

While we're on the subject of great shows -- I have to say I'm still loving Desperate Housewives.

In particular, I'm loving the storyline with Susan's daughter Julie (played by Andrea Bowen) and Bree Vandekamp's daughter Danielle aka Miss VandeTramp.

Julie's wrestling with the question about going further with her boyfriend, but she doesn't know he's cheating with Danielle....

I know it's over the top melodrama, but I'm so psyched they are giving the teen characters some plot twists and turns of their own.

I've also been really impressed with how much Julie has grown as a character on the show. Despite the crazy circumstances all around her, she's dealing with real teen issues and their consequences.

So, yay for Desperate Housewives and yes, you can watch the episodes online at http://abc.go.com ! This is great if you're also a fan of the Grease show, You're the One That I Want which is on at the same time as DH. (Love shows that feature people going for their dreams!!)

And it's particularly great since I don't have TiVo... or um, cable for that matter.

Vive la free tv!

Heather Davis is the author of Never Cry Werewolf coming in 2008 from HarperCollins

Anything but Ugly

Since we've been discussing our favorites shows a little this week I thought I'd tell you mine. UGLY BETTY. If you aren't watching this show, you are really missing out. America Ferrara shines as the fashion-oblivious, heart-of-gold Betty Suarez.

It is amazing to me how nearly every cast member steals the spotlight, yet they come together in perfect harmony. The show has made me laugh(remember Justin using the jock strap cup across his face to look like The Phantom of the Opera?). It's made me cry (Sophia breaking the adorable Daniel Meade's heart just for a magazine cover). And I was SO excited last night when the bandages finally came off the mystery lady (I won't spoil it in case somebody's behind, but it's good!)

The show just won a Golden Globe and so did America. I think they are doing a fantastic job showing that what matters most is what's on the inside. Even the most evil castmate can't resist Betty's charm (Amanda realizing last night that Betty was so devoted to Daniel is a good example).

I'm looking forward to several seasons of Betty and can't wait until she hooks up with the adorable Henry. So what about you, are you watching?

If not, you can catch episodes on http://www.abc.go.com and if you want to know more about Betty, she's got her own website http://www.bettysuarez.com

Have a great weekend everybody!

xo,
Steph
www.stephaniehale.com

Hump Day Hottie #18

TAR HEEL BOYZ

There must be something in the North Carolina water, because they grow them tall down there. (And, on occasion, dark and handsome, too.) I've known three guys from North Carolina in my life. So far.

The first Tar Heel I met was in my Masters Program, a sweet guy named Chris who was a little goofy and a lot tall--like 6'4".

Then, in my short but sweet time in Boston, I had a housemate from North Carolina (Hi Tres!) who is also tall, super-sweet, and one of the cutest guys I've ever known. He's also getting his doctorate in Chemistry. Who knew Chem geeks could be hotties?

And now for my most recent (and favorite) NC native: Top Chef contestant Sam Talbot. Okay, so I don't really know Sam... but what I wouldn't give to meet him over a hot stove! (By now everyone knows how I feel about that dark curly hair.) For the unitiated, Top Chef is like the Project Runway of cooking and Sam is one of the best. Originally from the Tar Heel state, he's now the executive chef at a restaurant in NYC--and was voted one of the city's sexiest chefs. Too bad he has a girlfriend.

So... input time. Since I've spent 90% of my life in either the North or the West--and I'm still not sure if three years in Texas counts as the South or not--I'm not qualified to make generalizations. Is it Southern boyz in general? Or does North Carolina have some special corner on the tall, dark, and hottie market?

The 411 on "24"

I love to watch “24” on DVD's, one episode after another. The action keeps my brain whirring, although I admit I sometimes focus in on the smaller things. Like the sets and locations (and the fact that Jack Bauer can get anywhere in L.A. at any time of day in less than fifteen minutes--uh-huh), the occasional plot inconsistencies, and the idiosyncrasies of the characters. (Anyone else notice how often Audrey Raines says Jack's name per episode???)

But in particular, there is one character who grabs me. Love her or hate her, it’s computer analyst Chloe O’Brian. She’s socially immature, often rude, and her face seems frozen in a pout. But in a crisis, she’s focused, reliable, your go-to person. And what IS “24” if not an ongoing crisis?


Chloe makes me think of the people in my life I’ve been forced to deal with. The ones who have grated on my nerves, made me want to scream, “Grow Up!” or “Get a life!” or something cruder. They’ve been school project partners, teachers, bosses and co-workers, and at times, I’ve had to struggle to be civil. But in most cases, ultimately I've ended up seeing the good in the person, sometimes gone on to consider him or her a friend.

My hat is off to the “24” writers (and to actress, Mary Lynn Rajskub) for creating Chloe and getting such a rise out of me.

So...any “24” fans out there? If so, how do you feel about Chloe? Or is there another character on the show who gets a strong reaction out of you?

Tina

www.tinaferraro.com
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Celeb Breakups and High School

Cameron and Justin just broke up and the whole world knows. When I heard the news, I was like, "Aww, they were a cute couple." Why do I actually feel bad about this? It's not as if they were my close personal friends, or even casual acquaintances. It's amazing how in this world of papazzai shot filled magazines, E! News delivered to my inbox, and constant updates on Brit and Kev/Tom and Katie/Nicole and DJ Whatever, we mortals actually feel involved in the lives of these super-celebs.

When a big celebrity breakup happens like Brad and Jennifer, I swear, my girlfriends and I can talk for hours on why, if there was a third-party, if there is a chance they'll get back together. Just like High School. This Cam and Justin break up is totally like the time in 12th grade when the Homecoming Queen and the basketball star broke up the day after they were named Class Couple. My god, they had been together for like 4 years! We talked about it for a month in High School.

I think in this age of fast cars, faster technologies and less time, we reach for something we know. And harmless, speculative high school gossip is something each and everyone of us has been through and can relate to.

So to comemorate.....the recent celeb breakups that have me and my girlfriends talking (good thing I'm writing YA...all this research should come in useful for something!)
Chad Michael and Sophia
Brad and Jen
Hilary and Chad
Cam and Justin
Drew and Fabrizzo

Who am I missing on my list?

Best Friends

Have you ever noticed in every great YA there is a best friend you can count on? When you're in your teens, and even after, you need that someone who knows you how you really are, who you can say anything to, and who will love you no matter what.

I just re-read Someone Like You by Sarah Dessen -- made into the movie How to Deal along with the book That Summer. Sarah's so good at getting across the complexities of close friendships.

And what about the group of friends in Bridget Jones' Diary? She describes them as her "urban tribal family". Isn't that the total truth? It goes right along with the magnet on my sister's fridge that reads, "Friends are the family you choose for yourself."

I have a few best friends. They seem to fit different areas of my life. I still hang with my best friend from high school -- though it's funny how we became friends.

We both liked the same guy. His name was Chad and he was a junior. T was a sophomore and I was a freshman -- and we both thought Chad was hot. So, when I saw her slow-dancing with him in the cafeteria at a dance, I was determined to hate the girl's guts.

Of course what happened was, Chad didn't like either one of us. And then, we both didn't like Chad. Suddenly, T and I had something in common and a friendship to last the ages was born.

It's weird that I often start out not liking the people that end up becoming my best friends. Maybe it's because they are interesting people who are harder to get to know. Those are the best kind of friends. The ones who surprise you with their true selves. The ones who keep changing and growing into even cooler people.

So, how did you guys meet your best friends?

Just a little something for your weekend

I've been working very hard on my sequel today and my fingers are tired. Therefore, I am going to be a total blog slacker and leave you with this.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdME3OJjQGE

Enjoy! And please share any of your favs!

xo,
Steph
www.stephaniehale.com

Hump Day Hottie #17

Since I'm sliding my post in under the wire (read: I totally forgot it was Wednesday until almost midnight) I only have two words for you. Will. Smith. 'Nuff said. I'll move to Miami now, thank you.