Friday, May 16, 2008

Surf's up, sort of

This week, I'm part of a book cyber-launch party. Very fitting, seeing as my new book series, THE BRADFORD BLOGS, is toId entirely in blog format (as you may have guessed), and incorporates a big online component. It's so cutting edge! And this from a girl who seriously hasn't quite learned how to program her TiVo yet.

The party is in honor of Linda Gerber's book, DEATH BY BIKINI, which I cannot wait to tear into. Many different, most excellent authors will be posting on her blog:, including moi. It's like a virtual beach party! The best part? I TOTALLY don't even have to wear a bathing suit to participate. No self-consciousness, no three-way mirrors, no department store dressing room fluorescent lights.

In other words, my kind of bikini party!

For all that I joke about my new sedentary freelance lifestyle (or, what I lovingly refer to as "writer's butt"), I actually was once a very active person (for serious. Check out my website:, for photos of me running the NYC marathon. Madness). Believe it or not, bikini season didn't fill me with dread. Body image issues aside, the beach was kind of an ideal locale for me: sun (I know, I know, it's not PC or good for you, but I'm Latina--I thrive on sunshine and can't resist a good sunbathe), sand, surf...and time to read a book from cover to cover.

Today is the opposite of beach weather in NYC--I'm huddled in a coffee shop in sweats that are really only one step up from pajamas, wishing the waitresses would collectively decide to close the door against the dreary drizzle outside. I doubt I would even have gotten out of bed if it weren't for the mother lode of revisions hanging over my head.

So what's keeping me going? The promise of a beach vacation, of course.

My boyfriend, a fancy-schmancy big-time film producer, is off in Cannes right now at the film festival. Since he has work to do, I chose to stay behind, but next week I'll be meeting up with him for a tour of the beaches of the French riviera: Nice, St. Tropez, and Monaco (that lovely pic you see is us on last year's riviera jaunt).

Yes, I'll have to squeeze my writer's butt back into a bikini. That's the "bad news." The good new is, I've got my reading list all planned out:

1. Audrey, Wait!, by Robin Benway
2. The Show: Pilot Episode, by Jordan Cooke
3. Fly On The Wall: How One Girl Saw Everything, by E. Lockhart
4. I Am The Messenger, by Markus Zusak
and, of course:
5. DEATH BY BIKINI, by Linda Gerber!

That should tide me over for at least an afternoon.


Jennifer Echols said...

Now THAT'S what I call beach reading. Have a great time in OMG France!

Here it's cloudy/rainy/tornadoey--not beach reading weather, just plain reading weather. Last weekend I finished the EXCELLENT Breathe My Name by fellow Alabamian R. A. Nelson. Yesterday I finished Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone and I'm sort of wondering what the big deal is. *ducking tomatoes* Next up is Story of a Girl by Sara Zarr, and then, for Something Completely Different, White House Ghosts: Presidents and Their Speechwriters by Robert Schlesinger.

Aimee Friedman said...

Micol,Have a WONDERFUL time! Somehow I suspect that the French Riveria will be a welcome change from this dreary NY "spring."

I could go on and on about spots to recommend: the outdoor market (and the Picasso museum) in Antibes, everything in St. Tropez, the beaches in Nice...sigh. I'd give anything to go back! And if you happen to pass through Juan-les-Pins, think of me and my French romance that inspired a lot of my book, FRENCH KISS! :)

Oh, and for beach reading this summer: I'm saving Stephenie Meyer's THE HOST...


Little Willow said...

Have fun! Good luck, Noah!