I don't remember exactly what Edward on a Stick was up to, but I do remember that the post was quickly followed with a second post: "I Feel Badly About Edward On a Stick."* This immediately told me several things:
1) Myra is not afraid to stand up and claim the things she enjoys.
2) She's hilarious.
3) She worries about hurting people's feelings... even the feelings of fictional people.
4) She may be slightly insane, in the very best of ways.
So naturally, I began to blog and Twitter-stalk her.
I discovered that she is also a lovely, caring, genuinely kind person. She posted a thank you to her husband that even the Shark couldn't resist; she wrote an inspiring post about the ways depression makes writing from the gut extra difficult; she helped organize a massive fundraiser, and took time out during deadlines to help me organize something similar.
She gave me advice during querying, and notes during revisions, and at some point she called me a double rainbow, although I'm not really sure why, and I know any time I want to yell THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER MYRA, she will respond, AS IF YOU COULD OUTRUN ME. Or something like that.
Also we accidentally named characters after each others' sons, which is weird and somewhat creepy, but also speaks to our great cosmic connection.
Myra and I have never met in person, but I count her as a dear friend, and I count myself lucky to do so. One of these days I'm going to head east on I-40 and show up on her doorstep. We will probably create mayhem in the Music City and have to call our agents for bail money or something.
But at least we're mature enough not to drag Edward on a Stick into our shenanigans.
You can follow more Myra love at these other lovely blogs:
And find her books here:
And because I am awesome at multi-tasking, this is also an installment of YA Highway's Road Trip Wednesday: Write a post about someone you love and link it in the comments, then hop from blog to blog and see what other Road Trippers are saying! (Someone cleverly linked the two topics.)
(It was me.)
*Mysteriously, both have disappeared from her archives, but because nothing ever dies on the internet, I happen to have found photographic evidence in my own semi-embarrassing post about New Moon excitement. Look, we all have our sparkly skeletons, okay?