What's the Best Writerly Advice You'd Give Your Younger Self - Erin Bowman

The contest to win a copy of The Near Witch ARC is still going strong, but please post only in the comments of the the contest blog post below. It will stay open for one week and I'll announce the winner on or about July 4th.

 Today's guest post is by Erin Bowman who is a fellow HarperCollins debut author whose fabulous new book The Laicos Project will be released at the same time as mine, in Winter 2013. Do you want to hear how good it is? Here's her PM announcement:

Erin Bowman’s THE LAICOS PROJECT, about a 17-year-old who has grown up in a primitive town where boys are Heisted on their 18th birthday never to be seen again, and who is determined to find out the truth behind the disappearances, to Erica Sussman at Harper Children’s, in a significant deal, in a pre-empt, in a three-book deal, by Sara Crowe at Harvey Klinger (NA). 

Yeah, how good does that sound? It sounds like "who do I have to kill to get an advanced copy" good! So I'm absolutely thrilled to turnover the blog to Erin today!

While I’ve been a storyteller my whole life, I have not been writing my whole life.

I wrote like a maniac when I was younger. It started with crayons and that old-school, pre-lined handwriting paper. In middle school, for three years in a row, I went to writing camp during the summer. Yes, writing camp. While other kids were roasting s’mores and swimming in lakes and telling ghost stories, I was inside, scribbling writing prompts into a spiral notebook.

I wrote with that level of undying fervor until high school, when something changed. From high school up until a few years ago, I didn’t write all that frequently. I churned out a short story here or there, but I didn’t dream big. I didn’t want to take on a story with subplots and layers and complexities because I was so busy. With sports and SATs and college applications. With college classes and resumes and job searching. With moving and commuting and a career and a wedding and a husband and moving again. I had a lot going on and I didn’t have the time to write.

But here’s the thing: We all have the time, and the same amount of it. Each and every author to have ever put a book into this world has written it page by page, piece by piece, day by day. Twenty-four hour increments, that’s all anyone has. No one has a magical 25^th hour. No one.

You make the time. You carve it out. You shave off the minutes and seconds and gather them up. You squeeze the writing in when you can. Some days will be more efficient than others, and that’s OK, so long as you’re always looking to make more time.

I wish I’d realized this when I was younger. It makes me wonder where I’d be in my writing career now had I carved out the time then.

Ironically, I “found” the time to write again after being laid off a job. It was a crappy way to learn my lesson, but it gave me a much-needed kick in the butt. I tackled the story that had been lurking in my mind and I didn’t let up. Not even after getting a new job. Not after moving and adopting a two-hour commute. Not ever. When I finished the first story, I started a new one. And then another. And another.

The clock had not been my enemy. I was my enemy. For giving myself excuses and taking the easy way out and blaming “time” for my inability to prioritize.

A day is a decent chunk of time: 24 hours, or 1,440 minutes, or 86,400 seconds. No matter how you slice it, it’s the same. So if you love something, start carving and shaving and gathering. Round up that time and make it happen. The only person holding you back is yourself.

Even though Erin is now a pro at time-carving, she is still on the lookout for that elusive 25^th hour. If you stumble upon it, please let her know. When not writing, Erin enjoys hiking, camping and staring at the stars. She drinks a lot of coffee, buys far too many books and is not terribly skilled at writing about herself in the third person. Erin is represented by Sara Crowe of Harvey Klinger. Her debut YA novel, THE LAICOS PROJECT, will be published by HarperTeen (Winter 2013). Erin tweets @erin_bowman and maintains a blog at http://embowman.com

Near Witch ARC Giveaway!

On July 13th over at the Enchanted Inkpot, I will be posting an interview with YA author Victoria Schwab for her debut The Near Witch. I'm going to give you a taste of what to expect in the interview:

There are certain books you hear about and just know that you have to read because you are going to love it. The Near Witch by Victoria Schwab is one such book. A powerful witch, a stranger, missing children, and a tricky wind blowing over a dangerous Moor bring to life a beautifully written story that will leave you feeling like you’ve actually entered the world of Near. 

I was really fortunate enough to receive two ARCs of the Near Witch. So I get to give one away to help spread the word out for this lovely book. To win a copy, all you have to do is leave a comment right here on this post. that's it! This contest is open internationally so help spread the word that the Near Witch is coming!

What's the Best Writerly Advice You'd Give Your Younger Self - Caroline Richmond

Today's guest post is by my very good buddy Caroline Richmond. We are big foodies together and have found some of the best "hole in the wall" places to eat in our neck of the woods. She's also a fabulous YA/MG author repped by the amazing Jim McCarthy of DGLM and I love the advice she has for other writers. So here's Caroline:

I've always wanted to become a writer but I didn't take it seriously until the spring of 2007. Back then, I was 24 and newly married and—whoo boy!—I had stars in my eyes.

I'd get an agent within a month of querying!
I'd get a book deal for a gazillion dollars!

I'd land on the bestsellers' list and go on a book tour in my new yacht! 

We all go through this phase, right? I mean, haven't we all dreamt about owning a book-tour yacht?

No? Only me?

Anyway… Sometimes I wish I could sit down with my former self just to save myself from a little heartache. If I had a time machine, I’d take my younger self out for some ice cream and I'd offer her some unsolicited advice.

1. Learn to deal with rejection. 

If you really want to be a writer—and I know you do—then you have to find a way to live with rejection. Right now, your way of dealing with rejection consists of crying for an hour, pulling out your hair, and researching other professions. Not only is this immature, it also gives you bald spots. (Okay, not really.) But you gotta stop this!

I'll be honest: getting rejected never gets easier. It's always gonna sting. But if you want to succeed in this field, then you have to stop letting rejection cripple you. You have to keep forging ahead—even if your heart hurts like hell.  Eventually the pain does ebb away and you'll be all the stronger for it. 

2. For the love of God, please make some writing friends! 
I know you're scared. You lurk on writing boards every day, but you're too shy to say anything. You're afraid to admit that you want to become a writer. You're afraid that people will laugh at you if you fail.

Oh, honey. Writing friends are the best! They encourage you, cheer for you, and buoy you up when times get tough. They're the only people who truly understand what you're going through...so why are you depriving yourself from such a rich support system?!

3. Finally, yet most importantly, learn to find balance. 
Look, I know that you love to pursue things at full warp speed. When it comes to this writing thing, your mind is screaming at you to, "Get Published or Bust!" But this kind of mentality makes your emotions go haywire. For example, in December 2009, you spend over two hours crying over a rejection from an agent. Two hours! You could've spent that time watching a movie or baking cinnamon bread or, you know, revising your book.

So please find a couple hobbies outside of writing. Like painting. Or photography. Or signing up for that baking class you've always wanted to take. The key here is to balance out your life. Right now, you focus so much on writing that it blinds you from the other good things in your life. And that isn’t healthy.

Well, I really should get going—I have to get back to the future to record the newest episode of So You Think You Can Dance—but I want to wish you good luck and I hope you'll keep your chin up. There are going to be some tough times ahead but you’re going to get through them just fine. 

Oh, you might also want to invest in a company called “Twitter.” Trust me. It’ll be for your yacht fund.

Caroline Tung Richmond is a freelance writer living in the great wilds of the Washington, D.C. suburbs. Her work has been featured in the Baltimore Sun, Highlights, and USAToday.com. Along with freelancing, Caroline also writes MG and YA fiction, mostly of the speculative sort. She’s represented by Jim McCarthy of DGLM, and she blogs regularly at carolineinspace.blogspot.com

Random Funny Things My Kids Say - Part 51

If you follow me on Facebook then you know that my sister just had a baby and that I am a proud auntie once again! I have to admit, it was love at first sight. My little nephew is so cute and so sweet. It is amazing how much you forget about what babies are like. My 3 girls and I keep fighting every minute over who gets to hold him.

Having a new baby in the family reminds me of how quickly time flies. My oldest is now 12, Angus turns 10 this month, and youngest is 7 years old. But it doesn't feel that long ago when they were all this small. It's bittersweet. I'm so proud to see my girls growing up, turning into great people. But I also miss them being small and defenseless - where I could pick them up and hug and kiss them as much as I want. Oldest is exactly my height and Angus is not far behind. And Youngest is too heavy to pick up anymore. But no matter what, they will always be my babies.

So I'm in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and I overhear the girls talking about babies and how cute Sebastian is. And then the conversation veered into when they grew up and if they would have kids.

Oldest - Babies are cute but I don't want to be pregnant. Yuck.

Angus - I think it's more painful than getting a tattoo!

Youngest - Let's just have dogs and cats. They don't hurt.

Angus - But then you have to clean up their pee and poo. Too much responsibility!

Youngest - Hey, when the baby is in the Mommy's stomach, what happens when it pees and poos?

Angus starts cracking up.

Youngest (laughing) - And what about when the baby farts? Where does it come out?

Angus - I bet when the baby farts the mother burps or farts it out too.

Youngest - So when the baby poos...

Both girls shriek making grossed out sounds.

Oldest - This is a disgusting conversation. I'm leaving. (runs upstairs)


When they grow up, I'm going to miss these conversations.

What's the Best Writerly Advice You'd Give Your Younger Self - Mike Jung

Today's guest post is by the other member of the Ninja Triad, the great and all powerful Mike Jung, who my kids like to refer to as Zombie Mike. This is because for some odd reason when they were on a zombie kick, they all delighted in drawing pictures of Mike as a zombie. Mike is also hysterically funny and wildly talented (yes being hysterically funny was a requisite for being a member of the Ninja Triad.) So I take special pleasure in welcoming Mike to guest post for me!

Hey there Ellen Oh’s blog readers! You may or may not have read my post for DEAR TEEN ME, where I first said what I’m basically gonna say here – I, uh, don’t get too worked up about what I could have done differently in the past, just because it’s done, ya know? And when we’re talking about my nascent career as a writer, well geez, I like how things are going these days. I’m working with the best people, having fun, meeting other writers, feeling as confident of my creative abilities as I ever have...my career feels like it’s off to a pretty good start.

So I’m halfway inclined to make my advice nothing more than “you know what, just keep doing what you’re doing – the letters, off-the-cuff short stories about alien rabbits, bizarre explanations of art projects, song parodies, actual songs, inappropriately handled essays, weird one-act plays, and all those emails about nothing at all – keep it up, yo, because it’s gonna happen. You’ll be a writer.”

But of course who can resist the siren song of what might have been? And there ARE moments that have stayed with me over the years. For example, there was that guy I met during orientation, right at the start of my freshman year of college – the one who said he was writing a novel. I remember saying “cool, dude,” or something equally inane, but I also remember thinking “a novel? Really? Who does that? No way can this guy write a novel.”

Yep, that’s right, my advice isn’t something as standard as “don’t listen to those asshats who insist you can’t follow your bliss,” although it IS good advice, and not just because I enjoy saying “asshat.” Don’t get me wrong, though, “disregard the haters” is an integral part of my advice - in fact, you could rightly call it prerequisite advice. Disregard the haters, because if you don’t, you will become one of them.

THIS! Avoid making this kind of doubting asshat face!

“But Mike!” all of Ellen’s blog readers squeal in protest. “You’re not a hater! …um, are you? I only know you via the internet, after all, so maybe you are? I don’t know…” Well, I like to think I’m not, but to be frank I’ve indulged in my share of bad attitude. And maybe there’s not all that much to be done about it in the end, because, well, life is just much bigger than any single piece of 20/20 hindsight. Still, advice aimed toward one’s younger self can be relevant to one’s future self too, right? And “don’t be a hater,” despite my fondness for the verbiage, is reductive.

Ah yes, it’s taken me this entire blog post to figure out how to say it. What I really, really mean to say is learn to cope with fear. Fear that you’re not good enough, fear that the haters are right, fear that you’ll try and fail and end up feeling worse than when you started, fear that your insecurities will prove to be cast-iron truth…fear that you’re a loser. The haters? They’re just barfing up their own fear all over you, buddy, trying to force you to carry that burden for them instead of learning how to cope with it themselves.

Don’t forget the fear – yeah, right, like that would ever happen, but seriously, the fear is a really nutritious kind of mulch for your future creative efforts. Just…learn to cope with it without turning into a hater yourself, and that’s tricky, chump. As we’ve already seen, you’re eminently capable of it. I could say “if only in your own mind,” but that’s the most important component of it, because that’s where you unleash the hate on yourself. That guy you met in college? Who knows where he is, but your internal skepticism didn’t affect him at all. The only person it affected? YOU, CHUMP. And damn, boyo, it’s so backward, because you’re good at this! You can write like hell!

Which I guess brings me full circle. Learn to cope with fear, ignore the asshats, don’t become a hater…sounds good, right? Sure it does. Keep cranking out the weird little stories, oddball letters to friends, song parodies, bizarre one-act plays, inappropriately fictionalized school essays, slightly unprofessional work emails, and so on. In fact, you know what, just keep doing what you’re doing, because it’s gonna happen. You’ll be a writer.

Mike Jung still writes all kinds of strange and random stuff, but these days he does it mostly via blog posts and Facebook updates. Oh yeah, he also got past the hater barrier and wrote a middle-grade novel called GEEKS, GIRLS & SECRET IDENTITIES, which is forthcoming from Arthur A. Levine Books/Scholastic.

What's the Best Writerly Advice You'd Give Your Younger Self - Martha Flynn

Today is the start of a regular series I'm doing called "What's the best writerly advice you'd give your younger self?" (When I say regular, I mean once or twice a month.) I'm starting with a guest post from one of my NinjaTriad critique members, Martha Flynn, who is not only an incredibly talented writer, but she is just an all around fabulous human being that makes me laugh til I pee and loves food as much as I do.

So here is the fabulous Martha Flynn in her own words:

Like many writers, I can't remember a time when I wasn't telling a story.

I've taken crayola to scrap paper. I've lied through my teeth to rivet a cafeteria of classmates. When met with language barriers, I've taken a stick to the playground sandbox.

But after high school, I got my head up my ass.

I debated whether to write every day or when the muse strikes.
I was sidelined by plotting versus pantsing.
I experimented with banging out a draft versus editing along the way.
I formed opinions on adverbs because all the cool kids had one.
I wavered on whether to be well read or to come in fresh to a genre.
I crapped my pants on how to blog, tweet and facebook.
I spreadsheeted the pros and cons of traditional versus self publishing.
I looked for patterns in what's hot and what's hype.
I angsted over whether I should angst and whether I was angsting enough.

I spent an enormous amount of time and energy forming opinions, seeking the advice of others, reforming my thoughts, and beating a lot of dead, mutilated, practically cremated horses.

Worst of all, I thought I had the holy grail: answers. I become a naysayer. Nay to opening a query with a question. Nay to having a character look in a mirror to describe herself. Nay to telling and exposition. Nay to any font that isn't times new roman. Worst of all, nay to things I knew nothing about.

I'm not saying I shouldn't have explored my craft and debated the businesses and worked networking mojo and followed industry standards. A writer should do all those things.

But I shouldn't have cared so much.

The only thing I need to know, the only thing that matters, the only thing to care about, the only thing that will satisfy a true storyteller at the end of her life is story. Whether its crayola on scrap paper or an auditory show or sand carvings with a stick.

Story matters.

Everything else is noise.

Martha Flynn's love of young-adult literature is second only to her love for her family, her friends, delicious food, San Francisco, action-adventure movies, surviving the apocalypse and...well, okay, she loves a lot of things. Her contemporary young-adult fiction with paranormal flair is represented by Jennifer Mattson of The Andrea Brown Literary Agency.

The Fountain of Poo

There is a fairly new town center development in the town over from mine that I've only been to a few times. In the middle of the town center is a large water play area which in the summer is filled with kids running in their bathing suits. Water sprays up in about 50 little geysers. Last summer when I took the girls up there, we had the great pleasure of watching as a young boy decided to pee right in the middle of the water while his mother just stood by watching him. The girls and I decided to leave immediately.

This year we met some of our friends for lunch and afterward the girls and their friends went to run around in the fountain area. After awhile they got tired and lay out in the sun. I was standing with my friend and suddenly noticed a pile of brown stuff on the left side of the water area, right between a few geysers.

"That's not what I think it is, right?" I asked my friend.

"I don't know, I don't think so, but I'm not walking over to find out!" she said. "Besides, if it were what we think it was, our kids would have definitely said something."

"Yeah, you're right," I said. Then our friends had to leave. We said our goodbyes and then as we walked away, Angus and Youngest start to shriek.

"Mommy! There's poop in there! And it definitely wasn't there before!"

"It is? Are you sure? I mean it could be a leaf or a pile of dirt?"

All three girls walk closer and then run back to me. "That's POOP!!!!! And those kids just ran through it!!!"

I then noticed that some of the brown stuff was definitely smashed now. But still a big turd was left untouched. I quickly walked over to a group of parents who were watching their kids play in the water and I warn them about the poop. They all thank me and call their kids over - but not to come out, just to stay on the right side of the play area. I'm a bit shocked. So I walk around the square until I notice a security guard and then tell him about the poop. He calls over a cleaning person and ask me to show them where the poop is. By now everyone with kids in the water area can see that I'm pointing to a big brown pile of poop and the woman who is cleaning is making the nastiest face of disgust. I mean I don't know how much clearer it could be. THERE'S POOP IN THE WATER AREA!!!! But the kids are still allowed to play. They are still running around. At that point, the girls and I are so grossed out we once again run away.

As we are leaving, Oldest said, "Boy, Mom, we have really bad luck there. Last year we see a boy going number 1 in to the water, this year we find number 2, what will happen next year?"

Angus - Diarrhea, definitely, diarrhea.

Youngest - I say vomit.

Oldest - I say we don't go back to the fountain of poo again.

All in favor said aye and the ayes have it. No more fountain of poo for the Oh family.

Random Funny Things My Kids Say - Part 50

Angus, the 9 yr old has decided that tattoos cannot be trusted. This is because my nephew was over the other day and since he was only wearing a tank top, his shoulder tattoo was on full display. Now this is a beautiful creation and when he was researching what he wanted last year, he talked it out with both his parents as well as me and Da Man. He wanted something that captured both his New Zealand roots as well as his Korean and American ones. The resulting tattoo is truly a work of art that he got done by a wonderful tattoo artist in New Zealand. But Angus is afraid of it. She somehow believes that tattoos are scary.

Me - Why are they scary?

Angus (looks at me like I'm crazy) - Do you know how they make a tattoo? They use a needle and the needle pokes paint into your skin! Your skin!!! That's crazy!

Me - Well they are definitely painful, but why are they scary?

Angus - Because they make you look scary.

Me - You think your cousin (N) looks scary now?

Angus nods vigorously.

Me - Remember your old favorite preschool teacher? She had a tattoo and you didn't think she was scary.

Angus - But her tattoo was of flowers and butterflies!

Me -  But what about Uncle Stu? You don't think his tattoo is scary, do you?

Angus - Uncle Stu is funny and awesome! That's why he's not scary.

Me - I'm confused.

Angus (sighs deeply) - Mom, don't you see? Ever since N got a tattoo, he isn't the same person anymore. He's changed. He's taller and has more muscles and grunts a lot and he even has a yucky beard cause he forgets to shave. And stupid girls all like him and write on his arms. He's not the same anymore and it's all because of the tattoo!

Me - Oh honey, it's not because of the tattoo, it's just because he's a grown up now.

Angus - Well, I don't want to grow up then! I don't want to change.

Me - That sounds good to me. Let's put off growing up for as long as we can.

And the Winner is....

Congratulations to Pointy Star! You were randomly chosen by the random number generator to win the 2 signed copies of Huntress and Fury of the Phoenix!

Please email me at helloello@ellenoh.com with your address and I shall mail you out the prizes!

In other news, my parents are big gardeners. They have a passion for it. Me, I have the black thumb of death. I am known as the cactus killer. I still don't know how I do it. I must emit toxic fumes to plants. But my parents can grow flowers out of rock. It's amazing. So when they come to stay at my sister's place (I have no garden since I'm in a townhouse) they love gardening. They've spent the past 3 years cultivating a large peony bush in my sister's front yard. Well this year, for the first time, the peonies began to bloom. My parents were so excited. Finally this past weekend they began to open up. My parents got to enjoy it for all of one day and then some jackass came in the middle of the night and cut every single peony bloom off leaving the bush completely naked.

My parents laughed about it and shrug the whole thing off. They just hope someone is enjoying their beautiful peonies. They are much nicer than me because I'm wishing that particular someone a plague of a thousand mosquitoes on them. They desecrated 3 years of my parents hard work and they left them with nothing to show for it. We didn't even get to take a picture to memorialize the results of all their hard work. And that just kills me. They didn't even leave one flower behind! And there were over twenty blooms! Why did they have to take them all?

A plague of mosquitoes isn't enough. May they be infested by a plague of every evil creepy crawly insect known to man, and then some. May boils cover their body and then burst out with maggots. May they burp scorpions and fart snakes.

My parents just said - May they enjoy the beauty of the flowers and come to appreciate what it took to grow them and perhaps realize the error of their ways...


All right, fine then. But at least may they step in a pile of dog poo and track it all over their house before realizing what it is. Then I shall be satisfied.

See? I can compromise.

Sometimes Surprises are Good - and Time for a Book Giveaway!!!

I had a fabulous time in NY this past weekend. Even though it was Friday the 13th, it was a very lucky day for me! First of all, I had a fantastic meeting with my editor, Phoebe at the HarperCollins offices. I also got to meet her lovely assistant Jessica who I will also be working closely with. I got to see Phoebe's editorial process, her book and manuscript covered office, have a fabulous lunch with her, and then leave with a huge bag filled with HarperCollins books! And even though I hurt my back cause of the sheer weight of all my books that Phoebe gave me, I wouldn't have put a single one back!

I then went and had possibly the best dinner of my life with my best friend Sylvia and her fabulous husband Stu, who took me out to Socarat, this amazing paella bar on West 19th Street. We had these fabulous tapas, my favorites of which was an amazing anchovies dish and also their garlic shrimp. But the star of the night was the Arroz Negro, a crispy black paella seafood dish with squid ink that was incredible.

Ok not the best picture, sorry, the light was very dim in there and I didn't have a flash. But oh man was it good!!

So Saturday started with breakfast at a diner with Malinda Lo, author of Ash and Huntress, and Cindy Pon, author of Silver Phoenix and Fury of the Phoenix, and our buddy JJ, an editorial assistant from St. Martin's Press. After breakfast we all headed down to the Diversity in YA panel at Books of Wonder where I got the best surprise ever! Barry Goldblatt and Joe Monti, the best agent duo team in the world, showed up with a special surprise for me. My signed contract and my first advance check!! I admit it I freaked out. I jumped up and down, ran around in a big circle and had to sit down in order to keep my heart from jumping out of my mouth. I was a quivering mess. But how else was I to respond? I'm officially a paid author!!!

I was so out of it, I didn't have a chance to snap some photos of Barry and Joe or of the authors panel! I was a quivering mess inside. In fact, I didn't calm down until I was on my way home on the train, back to DC. I think it is that first check that makes you feel like a real author. I think I may have a heartattack when I finally get a copy of my published book. Barry has promised to send paramedics to deliver my finished book. I will most definitely need them!!!

So to celebrate, I'm going to have a signed book give away! I'm giving away one copy of Malinda Lo's Huntress and one copy of Cindy Pon's Fury of the Phoenix - both signed by the lovely authors themselves!

All you got to do is leave me a comment letting me know that you would like to be entered into my book give away. That's it! Just a comment right here on the blog! I shall pick a random winner this weekend. So come on, what are you waiting for? Comment already! These books are FANTASTIC!!!!

I am Korean American

A while ago I was asked to post up a bio about myself on the "I am Korean American" website. This is a website which showcases normal, everyday Korean Americans and tells a little about what they are about. I thought it was a great idea and shot up a bio. Since then, I've met quite a few people who've reached out to me since my bio went up. And then I realized, I didn't actually blog about it. So here's a link to my bio.

If you are on facebook, please like the link. If you are on facebook and haven't friended me, please friend me (and let me know you are a blog buddy). And if you are a Korean American then please think of sending up your bio on I am Korean American.

Conversation between My Mom and the Girls

After church this past Sunday, my Mom turned to the girls and congratulated them for being so good during mass.

My Mom - You girls were so good and quiet during the mass today. I was so impressed because even I was so boring during the long long sermon. So boring.

Youngest - (very sincerely) You're not boring, Grandma.

Angus - Well, it wasn't too bad because of the old man who kept burping all during church. Every time he said 'Amen' he burped really loud and long.

The girls both start laughing.

Mom - He was burping? I thought he was snoring loudly.

Angus - No, I kept looking at him and he would glare at me and then he would burp again.

Youngest - That man was very gassy.

Mom - It must be because he was so boring.

Youngest - No Grandma, he was very entertaining, but disgusting.

Mom - Yes, very disgusting.

Interesting stuff ... well, at least I think it is...

So I've been out of commission due to a bad case of bronchitis which came about due to ongoing allergies that spiraled out of control. But now I'm finally breathing a bit better without coughing up a lung. Unfortunately, part of my recovery meant trying to stay indoors as much as possible, feeling completely exhausted and being unable to do more than wheeze pitifully. Even the internet was tiring to me, which was kind of unheard of and strange, even to me.

Now that I'm better, I can finally report on the fact that I met with my agent, Joe MOnti, and his lovely family on my birthday. We had an amazing dim sum lunch where his adorable 3 year old son proceeded to out eat my 12 year old and myself combined. I brought along Oldest who came for the sole intention of asking Joe about all the famous authors he's met over the years. And she was in complete awe at the fact that he not only met J.K. Rowling, but that he'd also worked with Stephanie Meyers on the Twilight movie tie-in book.

Meanwhile I was blown away by the absolutely amazing birthday present he and his wife brought me. Ta Da!

It's a ninja sword handled umbrella!! How cool is that? I've been gloating over this umbrella all week! I also had to beat the kids off of it as I refuse to share it. I love that my agent knew me well enough to recognize what present I would absolutely adore.

Next up, I get to meet with my fabulous HarperCollins editor, Phoebe Yeh, in the flesh! I get to meet her in her offices and I've already been promised a stack of new books. I am seriously having palipitations over this because there is a huge list of new HarperCollins books that I'm dying to get and this is almost as good as letting me loose in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. Hopefully, I will remember to be professional and not scare my editor off by acting like a crazy person.

And then I will be attending Cindy Pon and Malinda Lo's Diversity in YA book tour in NYC on May 14th. If you are in the NY area, please come to the event.

Saturday, May 14 at 1 p.m.

Books of Wonder

18 West 18th Street

New York, NY 10011

Not only will you be supporting a great cause, diversity in books! and the authors who write them - but apparently, Cindy and Malinda plan to release information about their supersecret epic Asian Vampire fantasy novel that they are co-authoring! So if you plan on attending, leave me a comment and I'll blog and tweet what I'm wearing the day of the event so that you can find me. I would love to meet my blog buddies in real time!

And that's all the news that's fit to print. 

Random Funny Things My Mom says - Part 9

Conversation with my Mom

Mom - Happy Birthday! Ok, where's my Mother's Day present?

Me - Mother's day? That's not til next month, isn't it?

Mom - Waaa? How can you forget? Your birthday is also My Mother's Day! I carried you for 9 difficult months, went through 24 hours of the worst labor pains that I can still remember clearly 40 years later, all with no pain relief. This is more my day than yours!

Me - You're right. Happy Mother's Day.

Mom - Good, now give me my Mother's day present.

I give her a big hug and kiss.

Mom - Happy Birthday my biggest baby.

Me - Hey, that means I get to have Mother's Day an extra 3 times a year.

Mom - You had an epidural all 3 times. Not the same.

Me - Darn!

It's nice having my folks around on my birthday!

The Signing!

I got my contract and signed it! 4 copies! Woo Hooooooooooooo! I am now officially part of the HarperCollins family. And yes, I'm a bit verklempt. That's why you can't see my face.

Don't Give Up

I had a recent conversation with a fellow writer that bothered me enough to post about it. I was asking her how her writing was going and she said she hadn't been able to work on her project ever since receiving her last critique a few months ago. When I asked why she said, "What's the point?"

Me - What do you mean?

FW - What's the point of continuing to work on something that will never get published?

I admit that I got mad. She is a genuinely gifted writer who has a way with words that I truly envy. Her characters come alive on the printed page. But she was just going to give up? Not try? Because she got one negative critique?

Girl, please, get over yourself.

First of all, the opinion of a reviewer should not be treated like Moses bearing the Ten Commandments. It's one person's opinion and they could be right or they could be wrong, but they are not the gospel. A critique is only as good as what you take out of it. Filtering through it is the job of the writer. You take what sounds right to you and discard what sounds wrong. The writer is the final arbiter, not the reviewer. When you give too much credence to a negative critique, it can paralyze you.

Second of all, publishing as a goal for writing is a good thing. Publishing as the only goal of writing is not. You should be writing because you love it. You should be writing because you want to improve your skills. You should be writing because the voices in your head won't quiet down unless you put it on paper. Whatever the reason it is, you should be writing with passion. But if you are only writing because you want to get published, this is a mighty harsh industry that may ultimately end up breaking your heart.

I remember reading an article by a famous author who spoke about how she had graduated from her MFA program with several writers who were more talented than her and yet she was the only one published from her graduating class. She said that the only reason she achieved publication and they didn't was Perseverance. She never gave up writing. She never gave up trying.

Someone else once said publishing is as much about luck as it is about talent. That perfect storm of luck and timing - the right people in the right place at the right time picking the right story. Chance, luck, fortune - none of this is in our control. The ONLY thing in our control is the writing.

So I say to anyone else out there who might be feeling that sense of hopelessness.

Don't give up.

If you have a passion for something, be it writing, singing, acting, saving the world, investment banking, whatever it is.

Don't give up.

If you believe you have what it takes to make your dreams come true.

Don't give up. Because once you give up, the dream will die.

My little Artist

Pascal the Chameleon from Disney's Tangled by Youngest (7 yrs old).

One of the things that really impresses me about my children is how good they all are at art. The drawing talent skipped my generation. Both my parents are amazing artists. But I can barely stick figure. It's sad really. But my kids are happiest with pencil and paper. Youngest watched Tangled the night before. She woke up in the morning and announced that she was going to draw Pascal, the chameleon. And then she proceeded to draw it from memory.

I may be biased, but think it's pretty darn good.

Random Funny Things My Kids Say - Part 49

The other day the girls were fooling around when Angus, the 9 yr old did an elaborate (and clearly staged fall) and then began to whine about hurting her arm.

I asked her why she was whining and she began to sob that it hurt. I took a look at her arm and couldn't see any signs of swelling, bruising, or even a slight hint of red that might indicate where an injury might be. So I gave it a kiss and pronounced that she would be all right. Angus began to complain vehemently that it really, really hurt. Youngest sat by Angus's side and patted her hand, trying to console her but Oldest stood over her and rolled her eyes. Since I was in the middle of making dinner, I told Angus to calm down and get up off the floor and put an ice pack on it if it hurt so much, and left her with the other two.

Later that night, I went to bed and found the following drawing, rendered on a piece of tissue paper, lying on my pillow:

I guess I won't be winning any Mother of the Year awards, huh?

And now for something completely different

Remember the Starburst contradiction commercials? Some of them are really random, but the one with the Scotch Koreans are hysterical! I didn't realize they did one with zombies also!



My favorite line - You are boring me to death, and I'm already dead. You're boring me back to death!

Ok so for those of you who never saw the original Scotch Koreans, here it is:

Sometimes you just gotta speak your mind

Recently I ran into a Mom who's son used to go to school with Oldest. I hadn't seen her in over two years.

Being Asian, the first thing she said to me when she saw me was, "Ellen! Long time no see! Oh, you got big! You look like you need to lose some weight, huh. You need to watch what you eat and exercise. We aren't getting any younger, right?"

And then she laughed. And I swear she sounded exactly like the wicked witch of the west. Looks a lot like her too, except not as green.

She just happened to get me on a bad day. Instead of my normal "grit my teeth and smile" response, I said, "That's funny, (name redacted). I was thinking you must have lost all your manners, but then I realized you never had any."

And then I laughed. And she laughed. And we both smiled big toothy smiles while hating on each other.

But I bet anything that she will never make another comment about my weight again.