No Cats Edition
This newsletter promises one thing, friends. And it’s pics of my cats. I’m here today to break that promise. Add your name to the long list of those I’ve disappointed over the course of my life. Like my dance audition partner in Summerstock, with whom I waltzed exquisitely outside the theater doors before remembering, mid-audition, that I actually can’t dance at all. Like my innocent family when I promised them a delightful holiday dessert and instead produced a frozen log of cherries nestled in mayonnaise. Like my sweet mother when we went looking for dinosaurs in Colorado but all they had was a Park and Ride with lots named after dinosaurs.
Anyway, if You Still Want to Hang Out
Boy, do I have amazing news for you. My upcoming middle grade novel, Nell and the Netherbeast, is launching on August 15, 2023 (HUZZAH!). BUT. We’re having an EARLY LAUNCH PARTY at MainStreet BookEnds in Warner, NH, at 2:00PM on August 12—three days early! Books will be available! And event-exclusive bookmarks! And cookies! (Although I will probably make at least some of the cookies, so hang on to your previous disappointment, because you will need it.) If you can’t make it to Warner, pre-order the book here for maximum netherbeastiness or order it from MainStreet Bookends here for super ultra maximum netherbeastiness!
Writing Life: No Writing Edition
I mean, I have actually been writing since the last newsletter. I’ve been working on another spooky, funny middle grade and a swoony YA fantasy. I also went to Las Vegas. I know what you’re thinking—”Adi was MADE for Las Vegas. It probably fit her like a GLOVE.” And you are, of course, entirely correct.
I brought my husband to Vegas (that’s what we insiders call it) for his birthday, to see his hero, Banachek. Mission accomplished!
Banachek was amazing. And, frankly, super hot. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. We also saw Penn & Teller, who were also amazing. We met a lot of nice people. Apologies to that one guy in the elevator who said K was freaking him out. Hope you’re feeling better, friend. No apologies to all the people with tiny dogs who were NOT interested in talking about said tiny dogs. You can’t cart a teacup poodle in a sparkly bag around a casino floor at 6AM and not expect me to make squealy noises and uncomfortable eye contact. I DON’T MAKE THE RULES.
On our downtime between shows, we took pictures of carpets.
And we went to Kiss World. I don’t really know any Kiss songs except that one famous one, but Kiss World was in our hotel, so there we were.
Have you been to Vegas, and would you recommend it for friends and loved ones? Did you see an amazing show? Did you go to Kiss World? Did you sit on the tongue? You can tell me. I won’t snitch.
Let me know. Until next time, happy writing, and may all your dreams come true.