Collected Wisps of Thought

Okay. This whole “let’s use sex to sell EVERYTHING” deal is getting a little bit old, don’t you think? I mean, A) I am smart enough to know that the hamburger I eat will not get me laid and B) once everyone on the planet is doing something isn’t it time to start phasing out the trend? Why do the same old thing again and again?

Here’s the Absurd Use of Sex in Advertising winner of the week:

Sex to sell student loan consolidation services.

WHAT IN THE WORLD does consolidating your student loan have to do with sex??? Yet, here’s how they work it in… “Looking for a quickie?” You mean a quick way to… consolidate my… what???  This is ridiculous. I would like to officially state my opinion that this is ridiculous. Student loans are not sexy, consolidating them will not be an orgasmic experience. Don’t try and tell me it will be. I am way smarter than that.

And for the record, no, I do not remember the name of the company who is offering said consolidation.


{September 6, 2006}   KL Going Mailing List – September

(If you’re not on my mailing list and would like to be, send me a message. Otherwise, I’ll post the mailings in my blog after I send them out…)

Hi Everyone,

September has arrived and Saint Iggy is making its debut!

So far, Iggy has received two starred reviews which you can read on the Reviews page of my web site. While you’re there, don’t miss the Saint Iggy Podcast on the Non-Lame Stuff page. I talk about the writing process and read one of my favorite chapters from the book. Check it out at:

For those of you who have read or will soon be reading Saint Iggy, I’d like to borrow Joss Whedon’s intro to the Serenity screening… “If this movie matters to you, let somebody know.  Let everybody know. Make yourselves heard.  If you don’t like the movie, this is a time for quiet. For months of silent contemplation.”

Just replace “movie” with “book”. ;-]

Seriously though, if you like the book, I’d love to hear from you on the forum ( Or if you’re an Amazon or Barnes & user, take the time to write a review. Tell a friend, especially if that friend happens to be your local librarian or bookseller. It truly makes a difference. A book is nothing without its readers.

Thanks again,


P.S. Next month I hope to be able to write some definitive news about the Fat Kid movie rights, which are being renegotiated. Fingers crossed! Also, watch for the audio book release in October, read by award winning narrator Stephen Hoye.

{September 1, 2006}   Saint Iggy is on sale TODAY!
Saint Iggy is on sale TODAY!
Yay! It’s finally September first and Saint Iggy is now officially on sale. Check it out at a store near you!!If you’d like to read the first two reviews from Booklist and SLJ (stars!) you can go to my web site:

When it comes right down to it, I believe it’s the surreal moments that count.

You know the ones I’m talking about. Those moments where you find yourself thinking, “How in the world did I end up here?” Those are the moments when life defies description. Sometimes wonderful, sometimes horrible, and sometimes simply… strange.

Tonight I find myself in someone else’s house sitting in an upstairs bedroom yearning for my toothbrush while a party of theater majors blasts opera below. I just finished watching that Drew Barrymore movie Never Been Kissed on my computer, so I’m having high school flashbacks. Or maybe it isn’t the movie. Maybe it’s the kids having wild raucous fun without me. There’s something about becoming an adult that minimizes your chances of feeling this way. Maybe it’s the freedom we have to move around… to get in our cars and drive off… maybe it’s the choices we make to surround ourselves with like people – families and co-workers and friends. I’m not sure, but the truth is I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be the odd one out, a little bit trapped, and a lot bit awkward.

So what in the world am I doing here?!

In my case, it all began when I agreed to watch over the little bookstore I used to manage while the current manager is on vacation. Since I live two hours away and gas costs an arm and a brain, she offered her house for the week so I wouldn’t have to commute back and forth.

I said yes, not considering the turns of events that might eventually lead one to become estranged from their toothbrush. First of all I left it down there (in the bathroom situated just off the TV room now blasting the opera) and second of all my car broke down and has taken all week to repair so I can’t go anywhere, and third of all my cell phone won’t work, and fourth of all I didn’t know there would be theater majors, and that changes everything, now doesn’t it?

Why? Because theater majors bring surreal with them. They carry it in their vest pockets.

And because maybe I would have liked to be a theater major if I’d had the confidence to pull it off. Maybe even now I would like to be a boisterous, exuberant theater major but have to accept that after all this time, I’m still the person who would rather dream longingly of their toothbrush, than walk confidently through the crowd of people to go get it.

This is why the surreal moments count. Because it’s the times when we’re displaced that reveal our true natures. Who am I without all the trappings of the life I’ve created for myself? Without the car and the phone and the house and the husband? Without the whitewashed veneer of adulthood?

Chances are we’re a little bit trapped and a lot bit awkward no matter how old we get.

And that, my friends… is surreal.

et cetera