Sex, Life, & Hannah editor Scott Frazelle discusses his favorite storylines from the new Sex, Life, & Hannah book: The emergence of Hannah’s sister Holly as a real character, and Phillip Ferrari as a complicated love interest.
I have to agree. I do love how Holly comes alive in this book and we get to see that there’s more to her than just a spoiled girl who inherited her late husband’s millions. The direction of Hannah’s relationship with Phillip Ferrari took me by surprise. I didn’t really have a plan for them, but as I started writing about the inner dynamics, everything started taking shape, and it went from a basic affair to something more…
Me and hubbie are in the midst of week two of our European vacation. This morning, we discovered WiFi at the local cafe/restaurant/bar in Massa Lubrense: Angelo’s, so we’ve been parked here for hours. Fortunately the owner, staff, and locals of this tiny picturesque community don’t mind. And why would they? They live in paradise. Everything rolls along as it should and nobody seems to worry about anything.
So I’m taking a moment to do a short blog about what I’ve perceived to be “must have” for my favorite month: September (I’m slightly biased because it’s my birthday month).
It seems like the accoutrement in Europe, whether wrapped or draped around your neck or your head (to get relief from the sun), is the summer scarf. It’s more colorful and lighter than the scarves we wear in the winter, and can be worn in more variations. So I’ve decided to wrap the scarf I bought earlier for 9 euro around my upper bod for our next night out in this perfect little town that you can circle in about 20 minutes by foot. That’s a rightful vacation isn’t it? A complete change to your surroundings, something opposite of what a large metropolitan city demands of you. A good vacation should allow you to just be, without a program, as Angelo says.
Here are pics of the summer scarf, as seen in a few European spots.
Getting lost in Paris is easy. Hubbie tells me (and I concur) that the city was not built on a grid, so the streets randomly go in all directions. Although I’m sure if we asked the right person there would be a method to the randomness.
I feel like the unwinding is finally beginning. Perhaps because I’m not jet lagged anymore, perhaps because our place in Paris is this perfect little studio in a perfect part of town.
I feel so good; hanging out in the flat that looks upon this church that’s seen hundreds of years of life, listening to a Parisian radio station that is playing the greatest mix of music I wish I could download to my iTunes, practicing the French I haven’t used since junior high school, and discovering all the nooks and crevices that you do when you get lost.
I tell hubbie we need agents, so that they can arrange for us to write our next book, script, masterpiece…right here in this perfect little studio. And take some French lessons.
You know I obsess. I can’t help it. It’s the Libra in me, or the Dragon in me, either way, I have a tendency to do things like spend four hours figuring out how to get my playlist to you. Why? Because music inspires life, and I want you to be inspired. I dare you to tell me listening to the Exogenesis Symphony does not give you a musical orgasm! Be inspired kittens, it’s all we’ve got. Adieu ’til I reach the other side of the pond.