Dear Reviewers,
I love Goodreads too. I love it as a reader and as a drama-loving red-blooded twenty-year-old extroverted Aries, but I also love it as a writer.
I'm sorry that we've fucked up Goodreads.
I'm having a hard time writing this because I'm so fucking frustrated, and because I'm goddamn ashamed of how I've seen people behaving lately. I feel like this is Boy Meets World and we have to keep learning the same lessons every week and then we go back and make the same fucking mistakes.
I want to tell you that I get why there is vitriol towards YA writers.
We keep doing this shit to you, and I'm so sorry.
I'm not giving any links because this isn't an isolated incident, but in case you've missed what's been going on lately, the gist is that we invade reviewer space, whether on reviews of our own work or a friend's, and act like assholes.
While I don't support anyone's decision to act like an asshole, it's really stupid for us. I get that sometimes you want to take that writer hat off and be a real person, or be a reader. Hell, I still have internet spaces for real hannah, and they're not invisible; you can go friend me on Facebook and watch me exchange videos with my girlfriend and discuss Motion City Soundtrack with my mom and post half-naked pictures from Rocky Horror, you know? (Just drop me a note saying you're a blog reader so I know you're not a random creeper looking at my half-naked pictures from Rocky Horror, cool?)
But I don't really get to be a reader anymore, not fully, and that's just fucking reality. And maybe it's not altogether awesome, and maybe I miss it, but it's a pretty small price to pay for being a motherfucking author.
That doesn't mean I can't write reviews, even negative ones; I do sometimes, and there are some amazing combination writer/reviewers out there--Phoebe North, anyone?--but it does mean that if I go out there and comment on bad reviews with sarcasm and bitchiness and general asshole-dom, I make writer-hannah look like a fucking idiot.
What's more, I embarrass my fans, I disrespect people who support me, and I give YA writers a bad name, and that just isn't how this shit is going to go down.
I don't know why this is such a hard concept for some of us, and I'm so, so sorry that we're just not fucking getting it.
If we can't stand Goodreads, we shouldn't go there. But if we choose to anyway, it is fucking ridiculous of us to think that just because we get those sexy author profile pages Goodreads is suddenly our space to be assholes to people who are doing what Goodreads was made for: reviewing books and interacting with people who love (and hate) books as much as they do.
Don't get me wrong, I love that we have a space where we can obsessively refresh to see how many people have added our books and see what page people are on and read what quotes they've added (THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD) and cry over bad reviews and cry over good reviews and cry because this shit is stressful, damn it.
But we are guests here, and Goodreads is your space, and I'm sorry we keep being idiots about it.
Love,
hannah
P.S. to authors: I know that bad reviews can hurt. I know that sometimes bad reviews are objectively WRONG. Shut up anyway. If you're a decent person with a good book, your readers will defend the thing. And that's the dream. That's what Goodreads is for.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
An Open Letter to Those Who Review on Goodreads
Thursday, December 22, 2011
2011 Round-Up
I do these every year.
Mostly real-life hannah, but writer hannah makes her appearances too.
1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?
Had two books come out in one year. Started dating a girl. Went abroad with my family. Starred--twice--in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Wrote one, solitary book.
2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I kept almost all of them. I'll probably make some more.
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes.
4. Did anyone close to you die?
No.
5. What countries did you visit?
Just Spain.
6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?
Serenity.
7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
April 19th, 2011--Invincible Summer!
December 20th, 2011--Zombie Tag. And that other thing. She's going to come up a lot.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Selling magicgayfish was really, really amazing, as was Teen Author Carnival and doing a panel next to David Levithan, oh my God.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Not writing.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
There was the exciting head-over-heels-down-some-stairs adventure that left me with a sprained ankle and a shitton of scrapes, and I had the flu in the spring. And then I tested positive for Lyme, despite having been tested and treated and cured four years ago, so I had to do a round of antibiotics which made me sick, and hell if I even know what's up anymore. I'm finally on meds for the arthritis and they're helping a ton. THIS IS BORING, I'M SORRY, I DON'T MAKE THE QUESTIONS.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
No contest.
12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
My magic gay fish, of course.
14. Where did most of your money go?
Clothes, as always.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Turning 20. Invincible Summer. Each semester to be over. Holidays, always. Rocky shows. The deal for Fishboy.
16. What song will always remind you of 2011?
"Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas, because...yeah.
17. Compared to this time last year, you are:
Happier?
God, yeah.
Richer?
Yep.
Thinner?
noooo
18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Reading, like always. Sleeping. Being calm.
19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Same as last year: "Freaking the fuck out."
20. How will you be spending Christmas?
At home with my family, and I can't fucking wait.
22. Did you fall in love in 2011?
Ask me in a few months.
24. What was your favorite TV program?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA come on. You know me.
(Supernatural.)
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
No.
26. What was the best book you read?
SO GLAD YOU ASKED. There are six I read for the first time that I absolutely HAVE to mention.
BROOKLYN, BURNING by Steve Brezenoff
CLEAN by Amy Reed
JELLICOE ROAD by Melina Marchetta
THE PIPER'S SON by Melina Marchetta
STOLEN by Lucy Christopher
THE GHOSTS OF ASHBURY HIGH by Jaclyn Moriarity
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Frightened Rabbit.
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
I saw Easy A for the first time on New Year's Eve last year and loved it, so let's count that.
31. What did you do on your birthday. And how old were you?
Twenty. We went out for fondue like we have for my last five birthdays. It was fantastic.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Not being in school.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?
Cozy.
34. What kept you sane?
Twitter, Rocky Horror, Supernatural, the Musers, my mom.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
He's surprised by the question.
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
Same as last year, DADT.
37. Whom did you miss?
Everything and all the things all the time. But it's going to be okay.
Labels: college wooo, COLLLLLLEGE, depressing stuff, Hannah Moskowitz, memes, not writing
Monday, December 19, 2011
Eating My Brain
So my third book, Zombie Tag, is officially released in 4 hours and 37 minutes. I have my last exam of the semester in about eighteen hours, and Hanukkah begins about four hours after that, let's say.
I'm thrilled and impatient and excited, but really I'm just sitting here crying a little and wishing I could disappear, and I figured I should blog about that a little, even if it's not the post I'm supposed to write. I should be writing a big BUY MY BOOK thing right now, but you guys know I want you to buy my book. You know how this works.
What I think you might not know is how hard this all gets.
The reason I don't like writing these posts isn't because I'm afraid of being honest with you guys; you guys know I'm pretty much the most open of books, and until someone is like WHOA HANNAH STOP I'm probably going to keep doing that forever and ever. But I don't write these sad damn posts because I'm worried about how they make me see, so, upfront, okay? I know how lucky I am. I really, truly do. I thank the universe every single damn day that I have this job.
And then stupid things swallow me whole.
You guys are so fucking NICE to me. That's what kills me. Do you ever look at people you love and just want to cry because you love them so much, and they love you, and you feel like there's this pocket of the universe that exists JUST to take care of you?
That's how I feel.
And it scares the shit out of me.
Because I don't want to let you guys down.
I don't want to fuck up and not sell and have to stop writing books.
I don't want the criticism to wear me down to the point that I can't write anymore.
I don't want to get eaten alive by my own brain and have to stop and work some office job.
I don't want to flame out before I'm thirty.
I just feel like I'm phoning it in lately, not with writing (because I haven't BEEN writing, and let's not talk about that tonight) but with publicity, talking to you guys, the sheer act of getting my shit together. And it's just this agonizing fear of failure weighing me down, and that's NOT me. I'm a lot of damn things, but, compared to a lot of writers and compared to a lot of the other things that are fucked in my head, I'm not much of a worrier. I don't overanalyze. I don't panic.
And yet here I am, crying on my bed because someone said something nice to me and my damn heart couldn't take it.
I keep writing things and deleting them because I don't know how to say it. I'm just scared. I'm scared no one will read the book and you guys will forget about me.
That's what it is. You guys loving me is scary because I'm afraid that one day you won't.
You don't have to reassure me and flatter me in the comments or something. I mean, I wouldn't HATE that, but that's not what I'm going for. Really I just want you to understand the crazy places a writer's head goes to, because I think release turns a lot of people into robots publicly, when really it tosses our brains like salads, and you know me and my problem with compulsive honesty so here I am.
So, uh, buy my book. I just hope you like it, if you do.
Really, I just hope that even if you don't like it, you don't give up on me.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
It's Teaser Tuesday!
Apparently I've never shared this excerpt, which surprised me!
From the magic gay fish book! Happy Tuesday, everyone.
--
“So I know where you came from, by the way,” I say.
“Humans and a house and all that. Yeah, I know.” Fishboy isn't even looking at me. His eyes are busy tracking something under the water.
“That house. The big one, right there.”
“You must think I'm an idiot.”
“What are you looking at?”
“I'm--” Then he dives and emerges with a tiny fish in his mouth. He spits it onto the deck. “Look at that! Check that out! Oh, man, Teeth is the king. Teeth is the king. I am the king of the seas. Look at that.”
I squirm away from it. It's flopping around like my brother during a bad night. “What is it?”
“Minnow. Oh, God, look at this minnow. Mmm. It's beautiful.” He kisses it and cuddles it against his cheek, then he neatly slits its head off with his teeth.
“Oh, Jesus, Fishboy.”
He looks up, a laugh, halfway through, frozen on his face. “What did you call me?”
“Fishboy.” But I didn't mean to. Shit. “It's, uh, what I called you in my head before I knew your name.”
He shrugs and nods a little. “Fishboy. Yeah, that's cool.”
Thank God. This would have been such a stupid fucking thing to fight about.
He's really grossing me out with this fish, licking the blood off its neck, so I shake my head quickly and say, “You know how I found out where you're from?”
“I don't care.”
“I made out with your sister.”
“What's made out?” He's looking at me with these huge innocent eyes.
“Kissed.”
“Ew,” he says. “You kissed a fish?” Then he buries his face in the minnow and rips it to pieces.
“This is so gross.”
He comes up with a mouth full of flesh. “Oh my God. Rudy, this is the best minnow in the world. You have to try this.”
“I'll pass.”
“I'll save you the liiiiver.”
At least now I know he's screwing with me. “Do fish even have livers?”
“You're a liver.”
“How do you know that word?”
“I'm very very smart.” He licks the skin clean. “Oh my God. Minnow. You are a beautiful minnow.”
“It's dead.”
“It doesn't speak English anyway. Oh, lovely, lovely minnow.”
“You're disgusting.”
“You're the one kissing a fish. Sicko.”
“Your human sister.”
“I knew what you meant. Seriously. You think I'm an idiot, don't you?”
I lie down on my back, as far as I can get from the remains of the fishboy's lunch. He's chewing on all the little bones.
Eventually he finishes eating, and I don't say anything, and he doesn't say anything. He reaches up to the dock and walks the fish bones back and forth like they're people. I half-watch his hands and half-watch the sky. It's the first time we've been absolutely silent together when it doesn't feel like we're fighting. It almost feels like we're tucked in to go to sleep. The silence must last nearly five minutes before he looks up at and smiles at me.
It doesn't matter what side I'm on and what side I'm on, for a minute. For a minute, it's just me and that smile. It's this kid.
“If you're done telling me my family history,” he says, “I have a mission for us.”
Labels: Excerpt, Fishboy, Hannah Moskowitz
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Remember That Time I Had News? HOW ABOUT AGAIN.
In lieu of a post with actual thought-provoking content, how about some NEWS!
FIRST OF ALL, congratulations ONE ZILLION TIMES to Erin Bowman, the winner of the cover contest, with her use of a beaaaautiful photograph by John Goodridge!!
NOW. Okay! So!
S&S (and at least one other publisher, if I understand correctly) is trying out this badass new thing where they release a hardcover and a paperback simultaneously.
The logic behind this is that big bookstores like B&N and...oh wait, just B&N (guh my heart my soul) are more likely to stock a paperback than a hardcover because it is thinner and takes up less space. It's also less expensive to ship and generally lower-risk for the store to carry.
This is the main reason BREAK and INVINCIBLE SUMMER were in paperback rather than hardcover. Contemporary YA is a kind of scary place and putting it out in paperback increases the chances that the stores will be willing to stock it. (And I am SUPER lucky that B&N stocked both BREAK and INVINCIBLE SUMMER. Sidenote: they will be carrying ZOMBIE TAG as well. Which is a hardcover. So that news does not really belong in this post. HENCE THE PARENTHESIS.)
But there are people and places that like hardcovers more: some independents, libraries, my parents, etc.
WHICH IS WHY it is really, REALLY exciting that S&S has decided to EXPERIMENT ON ME
no no no not like that
and release GONE, GONE, GONE simultaneously in paperback and hardcover!
I KNOW, Jared and Jensen, cast of Fantastic Mr. Fox, and guy with chair!!
I'M EXCITED TOO!
I will have MORE INFORMATION closer to pub date, when I trust you to remember it (you dear little fish with your horrible memories) but I think you guys can figure out how to best support your chica on this if you are so inclined. You know as well as I do that the best way to show some love for a writer is with that wallet, so. If you shell out the extra money for the hardcover, eternal gratitude (AND POSSIBLY SOMETHING ELSE I'M WORKING ON IT). It shows the people over at my publisher that you like me enough to support me in hardcover, and they like when people like me because then they can wear their I LOVE HANNAH shirts without fear of embarrassment or egg-throwers.
BUT the paperback and the ebook will be available at exactly the same time (I should say when that time is, right? APRIL 17TH, 2012) so buy it in one of those if you'd rather. This is why we give you options. Because we love you.
Pretty, pretty fish.
Friday, September 16, 2011
At Long Last: Cover Contest FINALS!
Okay. Let's do this.
Here are our Top Four in the INVINCIBLE SUMMER COVER REDESIGN CONTEST! These are the 3 from my Top Ten that received the most votes, and the fan favorite you all picked from the remaining entries! I've scrambled their order just for kicks.
You may vote ONCE for ONE cover. Each cover's number is above it. Remember you can click each to make it bigger.
And so you remember what a big deal this is, the winner will receive...
--a signed copy of my first book, BREAK.
--a signed copy of my second book, INVINCIBLE SUMMER.
--a signed arc of my first MG book, ZOMBIE TAG.
--a signed arc of my third YA book, GONE, GONE, GONE.
--their cover, printed up on pretty photo paper, signed by me (if you want me to? It's your art, you might not be into that. Let me know.)
--however many bookmarks I have lying around (three?) signed by me.
AND. MOST IMPORTANTLY:
--the first chapter of my just-sold novel, FISHBOY, printed out and signed. This is pre-edits! Who knows if this chapter will even EXIST in the final draft?? This is a first look that ONLY YOU WILL RECEIVE.
You have until MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 19TH, MIDNIGHT EST to cast your vote.
WITHOUT FURTHER ADO:
#1
#2
#3
#4
Labels: contest, cover, Invincible Summer, this is kind of a big deal
