Remember when I said Second Novel wasn't sexy yet?
Last week, Second Novel blossomed. Or, at least, the buds have begun to open. But they're pink and beautiful and smell of hyacinths and honey.
I've waited ages for this moment. The moment my friend Laini calls a "snick" -- when the pieces of the puzzle make that satisfying snap together. My new pages have life. The protagonist took action, strutted off on her own, and surprised me in a way that's perfect. It gives purpose, adds tension, and ties in brilliantly with another major story arc.
Happiness! Bliss! Huzzah!
I LOVE YOU, SECOND NOVEL! MARRY ME!!!
But there was one downer. While I was writing these pretty new pages, I missed out on all the fun! The fun related to MY OWN BAND.
That's right. I'm in a band.
We're called The Punktuations, and Kiersten White is the singer/lyricist and my husband, Jarrod, is playing all of the instruments. Which means I am basically just dancing around in the music video.
I could also provide a (weak) left-handed rhythm guitar OR some sweet action on the vibraphone.
I can rock a vibraphone for reals, you guys.
If you don't already read Kiersten's hilarious blog, here is her first post about our band (including lyrics to a Very Clever song about adverbs), and here is a follow-up interview about our first album, HYPErbolic.
Every song on HYPErbolic is destined to be a Top Forty Solid Gold Hit! It features seventeen soon-to-be-classics including: "Born to Run-on," "I'll DIE if You Don't Love Me (The Hyperbole Song)," "Passive Was Our Love," and my personal favorite --
"My Love for You is IN ALL CAPS"
But the thing I love most about our band is that we can change our name depending on our mood. So when we're pumped on adrenaline, we're The Punktuations! And then when we get confused about our next career move, we'll be The Punktuations? And then we'll go emo, and we'll call ourselves The Punktuations...
[Kiersten, darling, you're a genius.]
Soooo, speaking of My Boyfriend Chris Martin, the three of us -- Jarrod, Chris, and I -- were lounging around last night watching Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern (episode: bird's nest soup with frog ovaries and rooster balls on a stick), when suddenly Chris was like, "You know, that kind of reminds me of the makeup I wore in Shaun of the Dead."
My husband and I froze.
"What?" Chris asked. "Those frog bits. They're all pale and ooky."
Jarrod cleared his throat. "Shaun of the Dead?"
"Yeah, you know." Chris waved a hand around vaguely. "When I had that cameo."
"You were in SHAUN OF THE DEAD?" My eyes bugged. "How could you NOT have mentioned this before?!"
He looked startled. "I thought you knew. You guys watch it every Halloween."
"NO, I DIDN'T KNOW!" I said.
"Dude," Jarrod said. "That's awesome."
"LIKE . . . HOW BIG WAS THE CAMEO??"
"Pretty decent. I had a couple scenes." Chris sat up and stretched his legs, accidentally kicking over the footstool. Then he frowned. "Wait. How could you not know I was in it? They practically interview me in the end!"
I blushed. "I don't believe you."
So he grabbed the DVD, and we popped it in. And guess what you guys? My boyfriend WAS a zombie in Shaun of the Dead! How cool is that?
So now I feel terrible. Because, sure, anyone could miss the zombie cameo. But ZOMBAD?
(And now I have to make it up to him with extra dish washing and dirty socks cleaning and sugar cookie baking.)