What do YOU do when you read Sex, Life, & Hannah?
by hannah
April 13th, 2011
Last Friday, on the ride home, and what some are saying is the BEST QUOTE OF THE YEAR: “If I was a girl, the last thing I’d stick in my ___ is my ___.” -…
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Progress on the 3rd SLH book.
by hannah
April 8th, 2011
Tonight I’m going out for a third night in a row, which I haven’t done in a long while. I think it’s because on Wednesday I finally finished a first draft of the Sex, Life, & Hannah Summer Season, and for the first time in eight months, a huge weight lifted off my brain. There is a solid list of reasons for why it took too long: lack of inspiration, identity crisis, writer’s block, guilt…I could go on, but I’m going to stop. The important thing is, the first draft is done, and that is always the hardest part.
What now? I’m going to re-read the Winter and Spring Seasons, make notes about any story lines I’ve left dangling, make sure names and references are correct, and then go through the manuscript one more time; adding, changing, deleting, giving it a final go before handing it off to my two amazing editors.
Room with a View.
by hannah
March 4th, 2011
“Why aren’t we getting married?” Jack drags himself over to where I’m sitting and slumps over my lap.
I haven’t seen Jack drunk in a really long time, “because we have a PACT; because I haven’t lost all hope; because I don’t feel like my ovaries are shriveling up yet; because I really do love Christian.”
Jack starts rubbing my calf, “we would be good together. I would make a good husband.”
I rub his head a little, “you will make a good husband one day.”
Joan, a woman that looks more like a man, walks in, clears her throat and hands me and Jack two freshly made drinks, Jack grabs it, and takes a swig. He then tries to stand, and luckily Joan is there to stabilize him. “So, girl-that’s-marrying-someone-other-than-me, do you want to see the viewing room?” He holds out his hand to me and tells Joan she’s done for the day.
I take Jack’s hand, “I’m not going to walk in on anything bizarre am I?”
We start walking out of the library, “says the girl who banged her fiancée in a peep show booth,” Jack gives me a smack on the ass.