Showing posts with label Sydney Salter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sydney Salter. Show all posts

Saturday, October 02, 2010

Party with Sydney Salter

Sydney Salter joins the party!

I met Sydney just over a year ago when we did a couple of signings together in Utah with Wendy Toliver and Aprilynne Pike. I love her sense of humor. Sydney loves reading, writing, traveling, cooking - but not cleaning the kitchen - and chocolate. She's the author of MY BIG NOSE AND OTHER NATURAL DISASTERS, JUNGLE CROSSING, and SWOON AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Here's the lowdown on SWOON AT YOUR OWN RISK:

You’d think Polly Martin would have all the answers when it comes to love—after all, her grandmother is the famous syndicated advice columnist Miss Swoon. But after a junior year full of dating disasters, Polly has sworn off boys. Now she’s just trying to survive her summer job at Wild Waves western-themed water park (under the supervision of ex #3 Sawyer Holmes) and focus on herself for once. So Polly is happy when she finds out Grandma is moving in for the summer –think of all the great advice she’ll get.

But Miss Swoon turns out to be a man-crazy sexagenarian! How can Polly stop herself from falling for Xander Cooper, the suddenly-hot skateboarder who keeps showing up at Wild Waves, when Grandma is picking up guys at the bookstore and flirting with the dishwasher repairman? And why, despite her best intentions, does Polly keep letting boys get in the way of her relationship with her best friend Jane?

No advice column in the world can prepare Polly for what happens when Jane convinces her to go on a group camping trip with three too many ex-boyfriends and the tempting Xander. Polly is forced to face her feelings and figure out if she can be in love—and still be herself. After all, true happiness doesn’t come from a boy. It comes from within. Well, maybe it a little bit comes from a boy . . .

And now, her reading:

Your compound number values are nineteen, ten, and eighteen.

Ten is a number of honor, of faith and of self-confidence. Ten is a fortunate number that indicates that one’s plans are likely to be carried out – however, it is symbolized by the wheel of fortune, which can signal a rise and fall in success.

SS: I do tend to carry out my plans—I am a stubborn, butt-in-chair writer. I don’t always feel confident, but I tend to fight through those negative thoughts, so I guess that’s faith. Rising and falling success? Yes, I’ve experienced that too. And from now on I’m going to blame the number ten for my rollercoaster publishing ride!

Eighteen is an ambiguous number. It can be a warning of materialism striving to destroy the spiritual side of nature, but it can also indicate counsel and the promise of being led in the right direction if one listens to the guidance they are given.

SS: Did you talk to my mother? I’ve been pretty independent since my toddler years—or so my family claims. But I am learning how to listen and learn, especially as a writer. I treasure the advice my agent and editor give me regarding my stories. As for materialism—do books count? I don’t have many clothes, shoes, or jewelry, but books… I guess I’ve killed a lot of trees.

Nineteen is symbolized as "the Sun." It indicates power and clarity, happiness, success, esteem and honor. People influenced by this number tend to have good friends and dislike pretense. Their lives are generally comfortable and lucky.

SS: I do not like pretense! Ugh. I try really hard to be myself and spend time with other authentic people. So I guess I am lucky because I have a lovely family and equally lovely friends—and those folks do make me feel happy and successful (no matter what my Amazon ranking says!).

Your name number vibration is one.

The number one indicates someone who is creative, independent, original, individual. Ones are good self-starters and natural leaders. Ones show interest in the arts, such as singing, acting, writing, painting, and love to curl up with a good book.

SS: Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. And yes. My goal is to become an interesting, slightly eccentric, old lady. Nothing interests me more than the arts—I love museums, theater, concerts, and writing, of course. And I can’t remember the last time I went a day without reading.

You can find more about Sydney at sydneysalter.com.

Today's daily giveaway is a signed copy of SWOON AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

What's Up Wednesday

Book Signing
Finally met Aprilynne Pike and Sydney Salter last night at our signing. So much fun, both of them! Here I am with Sydney, the B&N CRM extraordinaire, Brandi, and Aprilynne. Insider hint: be sure to watch Aprilynne's blog for an upcoming announcement that's sure to make fans smile.

The TBR Pile Grows
How could I spend three hours in a bookstore and not come away with a pile of books???

Time Change
You may have noticed that I have changed the time setting for my blog to Tehran local time. Find out why here: http://scottwesterfeld.com/blog/?p=1050

Healing Thoughts Needed
My brother Reed is going into the hospital for surgery today. If anyone has any positive vibes to spare, could you shoot them his way? Thanks!

Friday, May 15, 2009

Partying with Sydney Salter

I'm very happy to welcome Sydney Salter to the party! I met Sydney through my friend and fabulous YA author Wendy Toliver and we will get to do some signing events together in Utah next month! Sydney is the author of My Big Nose And Other Natural Disasters, and the upcoming books Jungle Crossing and Swoon At Your Own Risk.

Distressed Denim by Sydney Salter

I stole my favorite jeans from my little brother: a pair of Levi 501s distressed to perfection, 5th grade boy style. For six months during my sophomore year in high school, my younger brother and I shared the same size (he soon grew a foot taller than me). Unfortunately, he marred most of his jeans with grass stains—but I caught this pair early. I loved these Levis, faded to bluey softness. I wore them to parties, skiing, and happily swayed my curvy hips down the halls of Reno High. By the time I packed them off to college, sexy rips crossed both knees.

I’m pretty sure that I was wearing these jeans when a cute guy in my biology class nudged his lab partner and said, “I’m going to date her.” He married me. (Levis do show off my best assets.) But my favorite memory of these jeans comes from Thanksgiving that year.
I’d flown to Palm Springs to visit my dad and step-mom. My dad, a physiology professor at a nursing school, took me to visit his campus—I wore my favorite jeans, of course. For the rest of the week, my dad and step-mom kept giving me money. And they took me to the mall (Dad is not a shopper). Great, right? Turns out that my dad thought I was completely impoverished and starving to death at college because my clothes were literally falling apart. (I guess his students only wore shorts living in the desert and all—or maybe he just didn’t pay attention?!?) A few checks and care packages later, my step-mom finally asked about my financial situation (mentioning the jeans). I laughed so hard, trying to explain how my torn jeans had actually reached a true state of denim perfection.

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