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So, I wrote a book on accident.
Hereâs how that happened...
Iâm the youngest of eight kids and, no, it wasnât a Brady Bunch deal where two reasonably sized families were joined by marriage. Rather, all eight of us were born to the same mom and dad, one right after the other, and we all grew up together under the same roof, usually stacked on top of each other in bunk beds.
It was like being born onto a football team. There was a lot of shouting and running around. We were a tide of humanity that swept across public places like thundering linebackers. We caused a lot of damage, incurred many injuries, and accumulated a lot of stories, which we still retell to make each other laugh.
Then, after fifty some odd years of withstanding my family, the house we grew up in burned down. Totally on accident, which was the weird part, considering I had nearly burnt the house down three different times that I can recall.
When my sister Martha called to tell meâfirst and most importantlyâthat everyone was fine, no one was injured in any way, but everything from our childhoods was lost, we both started laughing. She texted me pictures of the smoldering ruins, and to this day they make me giggle.
Unfortunately, this phone call with my sister Martha happened just minutes before a conference call with my editor and my agent. I had to explain to my agent and my editor that I was only partially prepared for the call because the house I grew up in had just burned to the ground. I really tried to say it with a straight face, but I couldnât. I burst out laughing.
Naturally, they had some questions.
I told them that if they knew my family, theyâd know that the house had survived far longer than it had any right to. And burning the house down is just so Angelini. It was bound to happen someday.
Thatâs when they both told me I needed to write about my family. For years now my husband has been telling me the same thing, and heâs usually right about stuff like this. So I said okay.
I started writing down anecdotes. I went for the old classics, the oneâs my family had memorized. I had a blast writing it all down, laughing myself to tears. But when I read it back, it didnât make any sense. It was a mess. I realized I couldnât tell the funny bits without telling all of it. And the more I wrote, the more of those funny anecdotes I removed.
Memoirs are not my thing, apparently. But fiction is. I came up with a story, I added some characters and took others away. I never intended to write this book, and yet somehow, without meaning to, I ended up with Snow Lane.
SNOW LANE is a work a fiction. It didnât happen this way. But itâs all true. This is the most honest book Iâve ever written, not because the plot is a faithful recounting of my childhood. But because if you read it youâll understand why my sisters and I can laugh at tragedy.
The book comes out January 2nd, and I am so excited for you all to read it!
You can pre-order your copy here. /amzn.to/2sqpVXc
P.S. For those of you who canât wait that longâ¦. I just received some ARCs. :)
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Whereâd I Go?
Hello again! Itâs been years since I posted. Literally. I was never very good at posting to begin with. Managing a social media profile is more than a skill. Itâs a talent. There are some people who have it, and then thereâs me.
Itâs not that I donât like writing. I write nearly every day. I just usually prefer writing about the imaginary people Iâve created in my head than about myself.
See, I just donât have that much to write about. I rarely have life-altering realizations. I donât have the ability to paint crazy cool designs on my fingernails, Iâm not fussed enough to dye my hair unicorn colors, and I almost never have good advice. In fact, if I ever give you advice, probably donât take it. Every good thing thatâs ever happened to me has happened pretty much on accident after I made about a million terrible choicesâas if the universe saw what a mess I was making of my life and decided to throw me a bone.
But, seeing as how you all took the time to sign up for this, you deserve to know what Iâve been up to. The long and short of it is I had a baby. And nearly three years of my life just flew out the window.
I suspect there are more than a few new moms out there, stealing five minutes for themselves to read this post, who are glancing up at the title and wondering where they went, too. It just happens when you have a baby. You check out of the âYouâ motel, with itâs crisp sheets and whenever wake up time, and willingly subjugate yourself to something like the army, but way harder. Drill sergeants have nothing on colicky babies when it comes to yelling.
Then they stop being babies and turn into toddlers, and you really canât take your eyes off them for a second or theyâll be chewing on electrical wires or licking the bottoms of their shoes. You say the craziest things when you have a toddlerâthings youâd never think youâd have to say to another human being. Like, Please donât stick your finger in the catâs butt. He doesnât like it. Or, No, your diaper is not a nest. Do not put scrambled eggs in there.
Toddlers. The only thing that separates them from the clinically insane is age.
And then, suddenly, they become little girls. They choose their own outfits and use the bathroom by themselves and they start saying please and thank you and I love you, mommy. And your heart breaks into a million pieces.
Thereâs no checking back into the âYouâ motel. Momming is a life-long gig, and I hear it gets way harder from here on out. But thereâs finally more time and thereâs more room for me.
So thatâs where Iâve been. And Iâm back. Hello again.
And stick around because I have two important announcements coming up. ð¸
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