It's happened to all of us.
You spend hours, days, weeks preparing for THE EVENT.
You primp and you preen and you rush around making sure everything is absolutely perfect.
And then you wait.
Five minutes go by.
And before you know you've spent two hours on the couch waiting for someone who is clearly never going to come.
Now that I'm old and married with 3 crazy kids I was under the misguided impression that my days of being stood up were long over.
And then I hosted my first open house.
And no one showed.
And it sucked.
But there's a silver lining. (Isn't there always?)
I get to channel all of this angst into one of our books. Whether it's a huge zit, the perfect song blasting on the radio on a spring day or getting your ass handed to you by the real estate market, every day we get little reminders about what it was like to be 15. Most 32-year-old women probably ignore these adolescent aftershocks, but I'm not most 32-year-old women. One of my favorite shows is MTV's Awkward and I typically have more in common with the nannies at the playground than the moms.
The moral of the story? The next time life gives you lemons, write YA.
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