They're calling for a "wintry mix" here tonight and I am....less than enthused. I know, I know. I had a gorgeous summer last year and this is the required payment for another one: I am earning those sunny, blue-sky warm days. But that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it.
I THOUGHT I had managed to end all this wintry precipitation, simply because I finally broke down and bought myself some good rain/snow/ice boots. This after being in such denial that I had to wear motorcycle or cowboy boots during the last couple of storms, which made me look like a fashion victim as I'm out making snow angels with my kid. Luckily we live so far out no one could see me, but still. Sort of embarrassing. So I ordered these really nice black galoshes, tall and impenetrable, all the while assuming that of COURSE because I'd spent the money it would now never snow or ice again. Because that is Just My Luck. Also, I Control the Elements. Apparently. Or, um, not. If we have to have something, I am just HOPING it is snow, because ice scares me. Ice means downed power lines, which means no heat or running water (country living, we have an electric well pump!) which means inside camping, which is fun for about...oh, twenty minutes. Since we've been in this house, we've had The Big Snow of 00, where we got, like two feet and the entire world shut down for days, as well as what we delicately refer to as the Big Eff You of 02, the ice storm where we were without power for over a week. I do not feel like coming up with a clever rhyme for 2011. Just saying.
Remember the summer? Beach trips? Flip flops? Fresh tomatoes, not pale ones with white specks? When it didn't get dark until 7 or 8? Yeah, me neither.
In other news, thanks to DirecTV pay per view, I am FINALLY getting to see some movies that are kind-of current. Last weekend, it was The Other Guys, with Will Ferrell and Mark Wahlberg, which was not that great, which was sort of surprising. Then last night, we tried Dinner for Schmucks, with Steve Carrell and Paul Rudd. How much do I heart Paul Rudd, people? Oh, sa-woon! Adorable. And of course I love Steve Carrell even when he isn't Michael Scott, but especially when he is. But this movie, too, was not what I expected. it was....odd. I'm used to having a solid opinion about things like books and movies, either a yay or nay, but I wasn't sure HOW I felt when this one was over. Nyay? I'll get back to you about it.
Speaking of movies, like a lot of authors, I get asked fairly often if any of my books are going to be made into movies. My first two books, That Summer and Someone Like You, were adapted into the movie How To Deal back in 2003, but since then there hasn't been much happening on that front. Why? Well, there are any number of reasons. They might be hard to adapt, or there isn't a producer who was really in love with my work, like Bill Teitler was with the How to Deal script. (Thanks, Bill!) I would love, love, LOVE to see any of my other books make the jump to the big screen, but I long ago learned it's best not to hold my breath. This weekend, the fab YA author Ally Carter addressed this issue better than I EVER could with this blog entry, which should be required reading for any writer with Hollywood hopes. It's like my friend and mentor Lee Smith said to me when I signed my option, a million years ago, and was convinced I'd see my name on the big screen within a week or two: "Sarah, I think that's great. It really is. But you should know all my books have been optioned at one time or another, and nothing's ever come of any of them." Hard words to hear, but true. But, you say, your movie DID get made. Which is true! But it was seriously like winning the lottery, and had nothing to do with me or my books as much as a dedicated producer and the fact that Mandy Moore liked the script. I had about as much control over it as I do over....well, anything. Which isn't much. I mean, look what happened with the whole managing the elements thing?
Oh, well. At least I have boots.
Stay warm, everyone!