What I loved/ate/saw in April!

It’s your favorite neighborhood author, shucking off my cocoon and flittering my wings to bring you a springy update of what’s tickling my fancy. Let's do this!

When I was a bachelorette, I lived in the Brooklyn neighborhood of Greenpoint. Enids was my local hang: my Cheers, my Peach Pit, my Central Perk, my Giles’ house. Every Saturday morning I’d roll out of bed, find some clothes on my floor-drobe, and stumble down in search of their generous Southern-style fare: Huevos Rancheros, Drunken Pinto Beans, Fried Green Tomato Eggs Benny. Last weekend, the gf and I revisited the old stomping ground for a dose of comfort food and spring sunshine. Because while I enjoy breaking bread in a new ‘hood, Enids will always have a delicious place in my brunch heart. 

This month I attended my first Passover Seder at my friend Esther Perel’s house. Growing up secular in Australia, my greatest exposure to Judaism came from Woody Allen movies and when Charlotte converted for Harry in SATC. Now I live in diverse New York, and have attended Shabbats, Hannukah, and the annual Jews vs Christians improv match at UCB. What I loved most about the Seder was learning about the importance of storytelling, music and ritual to keeping the Jewish traditions alive. And the food was amazing. L'chaim! 

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Are you fascinated by Old Hollywood? The Charles Manson murders or the Blacklist? Meet one of my all-time fave podcasts, You Must Remember This. I was introduced to this podcast by a friend who knew I was researching the 1920s for my new novel, which is set in Hollywood in the silent film era. YMRT explores the secret or forgotten stories of Hollywood’s first century. It’s well-researched, really accessible and utterly fascinating. I love the MGM series, especially the episodes about William Haines, Lana Turner and Greta Garbo (pictured), who makes a sexy, if emotionally stunted, cameo in my new story. 

Spain, London, Dali, and cupcakes!

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It’s your favorite neighborhood author with what's been tickling my senses this merry month of March.

This month I was lucky enough to spend time in a 14th century Spanish castle and London, which I’d heard about in Downton Abbey. My Spanish jaunt was to attend the inaugural Rocaberti Castle Writers’ Retreat, a 6-day residency that matched writers with industry mentors to strengthen our craft and careers. I was paired with esteemed film producer Juliet Blake (The 100-Foot Journey), a wonderfully wise, generous, hilarious woman. Apart from the rambling, sun-drenched castle itself, the bestest Sight in Spain was the fantastic Dali Museum in nearby Figueres. If find yourself in Barcelona, it’s well worth the 2-hour drive north. As well as many of Dali’s paintings and sculptures, it also features a sizable collection of the man's insane jewelry, which was equally beautiful and unsettling (look Ma, they’re tiny hands!). Dali selected the stones and designed his pieces, which feature his trademark sensuous lips, soft clocks and otherworldly beasts. The piece pictured is called The Living Flower, 1959. 

Onto London! I scooted over to Ol Blighty and after a mad dash through Heathrow was able to catch the tail end of the Spring Bloggers Event in the Simon & Schuster UK offices, wherein four of my fellow authors talked up their new tomes to the people who secretly run the publishing industry. It was supergreat to jump on the tailend of this (the bloggers’ goody-bags had the first three chapters of The Regulars slipped in), but just as exciting was the stacks of theme cupcakes. I smashed a few in lieu of dinner: they were the creation of local cupcake hotspot Crumbs & Doilies, who are famous for everything from Lavender Caramel to Mexican Hot Chocolate to Buttered Popcorn (like what!?). Their Instagram is basically cupcake porn: follow at your own risk.

Keeping me company on my travels this month was one of my favorite podcasts, Throwing Shade. Hosted by two Californian (via Texas) comedians, Erin Gibson and Bryan Safi, this weekly podcast is a lucid, lewd, laugh-out-loud-funny skewering of current issues and scandals affecting women and gay folk (of which I’m both!). Well, that’s the pitch: the gold here is listening to these wonderful nutbags going on improv-y rants that are equally surreal, sharp and just so hilarious. In a Trump-soaked ‘Murica, it’s very comforting to hear two people make fun of the idiotic, small-minded jerks and their dumb laws that threaten my visa-invoked freedom. For some recent classic Shade, check out episode 218; I dare you to listen to their 15-minute David Daleiden bit with a straight face. 

February faves: sights, sounds and smells.

Greetings and salutations!

It’s your friendly neighborhood author here, with my monthly round-up of what’s on my mind and tickling my senses. 

I’ve been in Costa Rica for a wedding so my eyeballs have been overloaded with gorgeous, surprising sights. Giant pre-historic iguanas and crocs giving me suspicious side-eye, beaches of black volcanic sand and insanely warm water, blonde surfers with bodies like brown beer bottles. Most memorable vista? In the car one morning, we came upon a traffic jam: on the other side of the road, trucks were lined up behind the body of an animal the size of a large dog. “I’m not gonna want to see this,” I whimpered, peeking through my fingers. As we got closer, we saw the animal was alive. It was a sloth, crossing the road veeeerrrryyyy slowly: an army crawl, with its two clawed arms. Locals had gathered to ensure its safe trip. Turns out, I did want to see that. 

 

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My soundtrack of choice is jazz: Ella Fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis, Nancy Wilson. I’m obviously stuck in the past, so I was happy to discover contemporary jazz singer Cécile McLorin Salvant though her interview with Terry Gross on NPR’s Fresh Air. Her voice is idiosyncratic and powerful: playful, strong, punchy, earthy. And she’s a feminist to boot!

 

I love perfume, but my girlfriend is allergic to most of them. Lucky for me, she found one she likes. Rose Petals, Peony, & Bergamot Perfume Oil from Urban Outfitters. It’s made with apricot and sweet almond oils and it smells warm, fresh and romantic. I love how you can see the rose buds suspended in the oil; so pretty! The smell reminds me of kissing girls in long floral dresses and lunch in the hotel garden... J’adore!

The path to publication, as explained by childhood boxes

This week, my Dad sent a catalogued photo series of the dozen or so boxes of mine that are in his garage. I suppose he's entertaining some hare-brained idea that I might want to do something about them, considering I'm 35 (he's wrong). I thought I'd share them as they're a good reminder that the path to publication, and being a successful novelist (ie. a happy one) is not a straight line. Here you'll see evidence of my former lives and creative pursuits: short films I made, zines I produced, artworks I created, magazines I edited, articles, poetry, and more. For many novelists, the compulsion to write and create comes first, the form comes second. Is your path to publication might just as unconventional as mine? Let me know in the comments, an until then, enjoy this sneak peek into my messy and magical past...