It may surprise you to know that occationally, rock stars aren’t the pillars of good behavior we expect them to be, and sometimes their bad behavior extends to the creative realm. Several high-profile musicians have been accused of -- and successfully sued over -- allegations of plagiarism or copyright infringement when it turned out the hits they wrote weren’t exactly the hits they wrote.
But writing new songs is hard. Here, I’m going to cut some slack on a few of the world’s most famous copycats. I'll even attempt to argue how the “new” song improved upon the old.*
“Comfortable and spongy.”
“Ideal for those who are allergic to feathers.”
"Soft and spongy adapting perfectly to head and neck."
“Its medium firmness provides a pleasant night’s rest.”
“Compact, balancing both comfort and hardness.”
“Made of anti-allergic latex, provides a comfortable rest. It is highly beneficial for the cervical.”
“For a perfect rest of your cervical.”
“Made of special thermo sensitive material, it offers a relaxed sleep.”
Some friends have asked me whether I’ve developed any weird food cravings since I’ve become pregnant and the answer is, maybe? I’ve started entertaining the idea of indulging (once or twice, not all the time) in the type of junky garbage food that, not-pregnant, is completely invisible to me, the kind of stuff Michelle Obama is trying to take away along with the rest of our freedom. It’s hard to tell whether I actually want to eat this stuff or whether, in my current state, I just think “Now is the one time I can try this stuff and feel slightly less guilty about it.” These are the top three culprits so far:
There are several events coming down the pike where I'll be reading, talking, performing and all other variations of "opening up my mouth and letting words spill out." I hope you can come check one or two out! This weekend you can actually check me out in Minneapolis, if you happen to be a Twin Cities sort of person (or know someone who is). After that I'll be bumming around sweet home Chicago.
I'll be part of a Young Adult authors reading and talk at the Red Balloon Bookshop in Minneapolis at 7 p.m. with M. Molly Backes, author of The Princesses of Iowa and James Klise, the author of Love Drugged.
Saturday April 28
Molly, Jim and I will be panelling from 3:45–5 p.m.on the enticing topic “Then Suddenly, Without Warning” at the Loft The Children's and Young Adult Literature Conference
Thursday June 7
A few years ago I collected the nicknames people bestowed upon their unborn children, because I found the inexplicable names people had for the little blobs inside them weird and funny. Well, now my husband and I are those people, except that we can’t decide on a name for the spawn within. Here are the three names we’ve called our unborn baby so far:
The first thing my mom did when we told her she was going to be a grandma was to suggest that, if the baby is a boy, we name it either Andre or Ambrose, two of her favorite names. “His nickname could be ‘Bro’--how cool is that!” my mom said. Well, we’re not naming the baby Ambrose or Andre, but I liked the idea of a little fetus wearing a tiny beret and smoking a wee cigarette so for a while we began calling it “Little Andre.”
I’m having my first kid in early September and have gratefully bookmarked every straight-talking, judgment-free, humor-infused article of parenting advice I’ve come across, because god knows I need the advice, laughs and lack of “You’re doing it wrong.”
In the meantime, I’ve made a few stabs at writing about maternity on my own, mostly in the realm of keeping track of how I feel week to week, although I have mixed feelings about actively trying to pursue publishing these or any thoughts I have in general about parenting.