HE IS SO MARK WINTER. You all thought I was crazy when I said it years ago. But here we are.
(Hey, have you downloaded your free copy of Survivors yet? Or entered the giveaway?)
November 12, 2012 airows

HE IS SO MARK WINTER. You all thought I was crazy when I said it years ago. But here we are.

(Hey, have you downloaded your free copy of Survivors yet? Or entered the giveaway?)

YA paranormal, THE SURVIVORS, is FREE on Kindle right now. Now you're out of excuses to have not read it.

Hello Tumbling population. Today’s an exciting day for me, wherein my publisher has decided to GIVE YOU a free copy of my award-winning (strikethrough for humility, but it doesn’t make it any less true) first book, THE SURVIVORS. You know, THE SURVIVORS, right? The sophisticated/smart/creepy/stylish/addictive/effed-up YA supernatural series debut? The one FOUR MILLION PEOPLE have read online? Of course. That one. You remember now. It’s only free for a bit so… GO! Hurry! Download it now! Even if you do have the world’s largest TBR pile…

Go HERE to get it free. Or here for a fun giveaway of the second book and other things.

You can read about the series (and its fashion! soundtrack! awesomeness!) here, and more about me here.

And stay tuned for some news on a super awesome Tumblr project you’ll not want to miss…

GO DOWNLOAD IT. NOW.

Then tell everyone you know.

You see it, yes? Growing more and more Mark-ish by the day.
July 19, 2012 airows

You see it, yes? Growing more and more Mark-ish by the day.

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I could not love him any more than I already do.
Unless of course we sell the film rights to Survivors, actually make a movie, and he comes my Mark Winter.
THEN IT’S ON.
July 3, 2012 airows

I could not love him any more than I already do.

Unless of course we sell the film rights to Survivors, actually make a movie, and he comes my Mark Winter.

THEN IT’S ON.

June 13, 2012 lap3titefemmebleu
Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote  (via thatkindofwoman)

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whereisthecoool:

Two bodies of water have trouble mixing because of different densities. 

I can’t help but think of my beloved Sadie and Everett when I see this photo. From the outset, they are undeniably two parts of one being. Whether we know why or not — or even whether or not we know if there’s a Why — this is something you have to accept in some way, don’t you? Even if you love Cole. Even if you think there’s no way in hell they’ll end up together. Even if. Even if. There’s something about them, right? Fated? Or supposed to be?
And yet they can’t quite mix together. Not in the way you want them to. Not in the way that lets one melt into the other, lets one become the other. Instead, they coexist in this way that is as intimate as it can be. They press in on each other at every inch, and they cannot separate from one another. Not really. This seems a bit like a blessing, and a bit like a curse. Should they want to escape each other, how might they? And should they get tired of the endless friction, then what? And what is it that’s really keeping them apart? Me? I think it’s just what it is with these waters: they are two different entities, made up of different matter. Similar enough to touch, but unique at their very cores. And is that something they can ever overcome?
Yes, there’s a barrier. It’s invisible yet ever-present. It’s real but somehow ethereal. 
These waters will never mix. So will our fated couple?
May 30, 2012 airows

whereisthecoool:

Two bodies of water have trouble mixing because of different densities. 

I can’t help but think of my beloved Sadie and Everett when I see this photo. From the outset, they are undeniably two parts of one being. Whether we know why or not — or even whether or not we know if there’s a Whythis is something you have to accept in some way, don’t you? Even if you love Cole. Even if you think there’s no way in hell they’ll end up together. Even if. Even if. There’s something about them, right? Fated? Or supposed to be?

And yet they can’t quite mix together. Not in the way you want them to. Not in the way that lets one melt into the other, lets one become the other. Instead, they coexist in this way that is as intimate as it can be. They press in on each other at every inch, and they cannot separate from one another. Not really. This seems a bit like a blessing, and a bit like a curse. Should they want to escape each other, how might they? And should they get tired of the endless friction, then what? And what is it that’s really keeping them apart? Me? I think it’s just what it is with these waters: they are two different entities, made up of different matter. Similar enough to touch, but unique at their very cores. And is that something they can ever overcome?

Yes, there’s a barrier. It’s invisible yet ever-present. It’s real but somehow ethereal. 

These waters will never mix. So will our fated couple?

under-radar-mag:

With their forthcoming new album Synthetica due out June 12, Metric have announced an extensive tour through North America and Europe. For those who like to get their tickets early, every stub purchased for a headling show will come with a download of the band’s lead single, “Youth Without Youth.” (via Metric Announce Tour | Under The Radar)

Metric’s new album is coming out the same day The Survivors: Point of Origin is. I’m going to pretend I’m so cool in the eyes of Metric types that that was planned. Mmhmm. A straight up collaboration.

Or… I guess we can just spin it like: YO. There will be two totally awesome things coming out on June 12! Metric’s album and my book.
May 2, 2012 undertheradarmag.com

under-radar-mag:

With their forthcoming new album Synthetica due out June 12, Metric have announced an extensive tour through North America and Europe. For those who like to get their tickets early, every stub purchased for a headling show will come with a download of the band’s lead single, “Youth Without Youth.” (via Metric Announce Tour | Under The Radar)

Metric’s new album is coming out the same day The Survivors: Point of Origin is. I’m going to pretend I’m so cool in the eyes of Metric types that that was planned. Mmhmm. A straight up collaboration.

Or… I guess we can just spin it like: YO. There will be two totally awesome things coming out on June 12! Metric’s album and my book.

Under The Water by The Pretty Reckless from Hit Me Like A Man EP

The Pretty Reckless

Under The Water

The Pretty Reckless/ Under the water 

So very Sadie, circa book one, chapter 9.

Know what I mean?

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theatlantic:

Adulthood, Delayed: What Has the Recession Done to Millennials?

Generations are social constructs. There is no chemical or biological difference between Gen-Xers and Millennials, but we talk about them as if they were different species. That Gen-Xers grew up “independent” and Millennials grew up “entitled” aren’t anthropological observations. Rather, they’re marginally useful stereotypes. If it’s true that members of a certain age group have commonalities that they don’t fully share with older or younger groups, this isn’t the result of generational determinism. It’s just circumstance.
The circumstances surrounding the Millennial generation are particularly strange. Many came of age in the longest economic expansion of the 20th century and graduated into the worst recession since the 1930s. The abrupt contraction of opportunity has left a mark. Unemployment among 18- to 24-year-olds was 16% in 2011, twice as high as the national average. Median earnings fell more for the young than any other cohort, and college debt, most of which is held by 20-somethings, is at an all-time high.
With education comes opportunity. That’s the deal, as this generation understood it. Now, they’re the highest-educated generation in American history, and they’ve graduated into … this.
Read more. [Image: Scarleth White/Flickr]


This is a concept I have a very high interest in. I went to a top-20 university, ended up at the top-rated graduate school in my field, and, yes, I did grow up in a generation that believed the deal: get an education, get an opportunity. Or really: get an education, get the life you want.
But that isn’t what happened. My friends and peers, for the most part, are a group of Ivy Leaguers, high-end liberal arts college grads, or others like me who fared well at my kind of university. And some of us are thriving. But some of us are failing. We have $200K educations and work at coffee shops, or at unpaid internships two years out of school, or what have you. But by and large what we aren’t? Married, buying houses, having kids and/or completing all these other constructs that somehow define someone’s version (fine, maybe a lot of someones) of adulthood. Does that mean that none of my friends are doing that? No. Not at all. But it does mean that more and more of the people around me are 24 and not at all near adult. We’re still figuring shit out. Really. We may have grad degrees, but you’d be surprised at how not all that helpful that is when you’re trying to go through the giant process of Figuring Your Shit Out.
And that, my dear and wonderful friends, followers, and readers, is why so many of the characters in The Survivors, in my young adult book, are in their 20s. All the time, when people ask in interviews “Is your book really YA? Your characters are in their 20s” I say that it’s really that most of them are 150 but appear physically to be in their 20s so what’s the big deal? That’s the real thing. I wanted age to be a non-issue because I grew up in this world where someone can be 21 and independent and doing okay, someone can be 25 with a grad degree and unemployed and unsure of where they’re headed, and someone can be… Mark Zuckerberg. Age isn’t the thing that tells you about someone, not anymore. Some of those who are the youngest or appear the youngest in my series are the oldest, in a sense (real, not just supernaturally speaking). But there is a 145-year-old protagonist who looks between 19 and 21 and knows about as much about herself as a 16-year-old typically does while having the independence it takes most people a decade of career-having to obtain. And there is a twentysomething (actually 25… he’s human) love interest. Because take it from a twentysomething: love, life, what you want, who you are, and where the hell your life is headed in this day and age… we haven’t figured it out. You’re lying if you think you have.
One way or the other, my generation is still very much figuring itself out. We’re young adults in the truest sense, YA novels and all.
February 14, 2012 The Atlantic

theatlantic:

Adulthood, Delayed: What Has the Recession Done to Millennials?

Generations are social constructs. There is no chemical or biological difference between Gen-Xers and Millennials, but we talk about them as if they were different species. That Gen-Xers grew up “independent” and Millennials grew up “entitled” aren’t anthropological observations. Rather, they’re marginally useful stereotypes. If it’s true that members of a certain age group have commonalities that they don’t fully share with older or younger groups, this isn’t the result of generational determinism. It’s just circumstance.

The circumstances surrounding the Millennial generation are particularly strange. Many came of age in the longest economic expansion of the 20th century and graduated into the worst recession since the 1930s. The abrupt contraction of opportunity has left a mark. Unemployment among 18- to 24-year-olds was 16% in 2011, twice as high as the national average. Median earnings fell more for the young than any other cohort, and college debt, most of which is held by 20-somethings, is at an all-time high.

With education comes opportunity. That’s the deal, as this generation understood it. Now, they’re the highest-educated generation in American history, and they’ve graduated into … this.

Read more. [Image: Scarleth White/Flickr]

This is a concept I have a very high interest in. I went to a top-20 university, ended up at the top-rated graduate school in my field, and, yes, I did grow up in a generation that believed the deal: get an education, get an opportunity. Or really: get an education, get the life you want.

But that isn’t what happened. My friends and peers, for the most part, are a group of Ivy Leaguers, high-end liberal arts college grads, or others like me who fared well at my kind of university. And some of us are thriving. But some of us are failing. We have $200K educations and work at coffee shops, or at unpaid internships two years out of school, or what have you. But by and large what we aren’t? Married, buying houses, having kids and/or completing all these other constructs that somehow define someone’s version (fine, maybe a lot of someones) of adulthood. Does that mean that none of my friends are doing that? No. Not at all. But it does mean that more and more of the people around me are 24 and not at all near adult. We’re still figuring shit out. Really. We may have grad degrees, but you’d be surprised at how not all that helpful that is when you’re trying to go through the giant process of Figuring Your Shit Out.

And that, my dear and wonderful friends, followers, and readers, is why so many of the characters in The Survivors, in my young adult book, are in their 20s. All the time, when people ask in interviews “Is your book really YA? Your characters are in their 20s” I say that it’s really that most of them are 150 but appear physically to be in their 20s so what’s the big deal? That’s the real thing. I wanted age to be a non-issue because I grew up in this world where someone can be 21 and independent and doing okay, someone can be 25 with a grad degree and unemployed and unsure of where they’re headed, and someone can be… Mark Zuckerberg. Age isn’t the thing that tells you about someone, not anymore. Some of those who are the youngest or appear the youngest in my series are the oldest, in a sense (real, not just supernaturally speaking). But there is a 145-year-old protagonist who looks between 19 and 21 and knows about as much about herself as a 16-year-old typically does while having the independence it takes most people a decade of career-having to obtain. And there is a twentysomething (actually 25… he’s human) love interest. Because take it from a twentysomething: love, life, what you want, who you are, and where the hell your life is headed in this day and age… we haven’t figured it out. You’re lying if you think you have.

One way or the other, my generation is still very much figuring itself out. We’re young adults in the truest sense, YA novels and all.

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"I didn’t have her power of reading someone’s emotions, but hers were written all over her. I could feel the grief, the despair becoming a part of the air we inhaled, a part of the things we touched. A part of us."