ransom and i got married several months ago in an intimate ceremony, but recently had a larger reception for more family and friends, and it was a blast! as we’re both writers, it seemed fitting to have the event at one of our favorite bookstores: the last bookstore in downtown LA. we’ve had a lot of requests for photos, so i thought i’d drop a few here. hope you enjoy them as much as we do! 

:::for the especially curious:::

my bouquet: was made from the pages of ransom’s novel (miss peregrine’s home for peculiar children).

our photographers: brandon + katrina of brandon wong photography.

venue: the last bookstore in downtown los angeles.

catering: the extremely fabulous heirloomla.

flowers: from floral art!

rentals: furniture from found rentals, dishes from dishwish!

the band: one of our favorite local indie bands, the gallery.

hugs and books!



Photo credit: John Nowak/CNN

On the Passing of Elmore Leonard:

As you have probably heard, Elmore Leonard passed away at 7:15 this morning due to complications from a stroke. He was at home surrounded by his loving family.

It feels not in keeping with Elmore’s “no fuss” persona to try to pay tribute to this great man. But Elmore was a true legend—unpretentious, unbelievably talented, and the coolest dude in the room.

William Morrow has published 47 titles with Elmore since 1980 with more than 8 million books in print in the US, including e-books. He has won more than a dozen literary awards, including a medallion from The National Book Foundation saluting lifetime achievement.

All of us at HarperCollins will miss working with this national treasure and one of our favorite authors of all time.

—Michael Morrison, President & Publisher, HarperCollins

Through good therapy and friends and self-love you can practice treating the demon like a hacky, annoying cousin. Maybe a day even comes when you are getting dressed for a fancy event and it whispers, “You aren’t pretty,” and you go, “I know, I know, now let me find my earrings.” Sometimes you say, “Demon, I promise you I will let you remind me of my ugliness, but right now I am having hot sex so I will check in later.”

Other times I take a more direct approach. When the demon starts to slither my way and say bad shit about me I turn around and say, “Hey. Cool it. Amy is my friend. Don’t talk about her like that.” Sticking up for ourselves in the same way we would one of our friends is a hard but satisfying thing to do. Sometimes it works.

Even demons gotta sleep.

—  Amy Poehler being perfect, as usual.
This is not a sad love song.

In January, I went back to New York for one of my best friend’s weddings. 

I hadn’t been to the city since this summer, when Aaron and I traipsed around Brooklyn and Long Island for five beautiful days in June.

I sensed him with me on every step of this trip, but never more than when I stepped into the offices of HarperCollins and sat down with a team there to talk about our story.

My agent (WHAT. YES, I JUST TYPED THAT FOR REAL) and I were fifteen minutes late, which to both of our Midwestern selves is basically like not even showing up, but we did show up, and to the best of my knowledge nobody noticed how sweaty I was or could see my heart beating through my coat.

It is hard to act casual when what you are talking about is basically just the story of your life, so I didn’t act casual. I acted like a total weirdo, I said the f-word a few too many times. At one point I was sure that Julia Cheiffetz, a very lovely and sophisticated woman with the humble title of Executive Editor, could see that under all the layers of J.Crew I was wearing, I was basically just Chris Farley in Tommy Boy, and this book was my pretty new pet…

Are you ready to write this? someone asked (not sure who, I kind of blacked out?), and I answered truthfully: 

I will never be more ready. 

To write our story is the greatest gift that I can give to Aaron, the only way I know to repay a man who changed my life so completely and indelibly. The only time to do it is now, with all of the viscera and molten hot grief. Nothing else would be as true.

When I got back to my hotel room that afternoon, I cried as hard as I could. For beautiful Aaron, and the story we lived together. For my wonderful, literary father who never got to sit at the table like that. For my own wounded heart that wanted so, so badly to make the two of them proud.

And I will.

In Spring 2016 (don’t hold me to dates, people, I’m an artist), our memoir will be a real, honest-to-goodness book published by Dey Street at HarperCollins. If you haven’t heard of Dey Street, they recently took a chance on a lady named Amy Poehler who I think will be doing some pretty big things, check out her book if you get the chance. If you haven’t heard of HarperCollins please contact me directly because I am very interested in meeting an alien life form. 

We’re calling it This Is Not A Sad Love Song, because you know as well as anyone: this isn’t a cancer story or a sob story, this is a love story. This is a life story. 

And this, this right here, is a thank you. For reading my blog. For sharing it with your friends. For writing me the best emails and Tumblr messages and Facebook messages and Tweets. For being good humans who care about other humans, for being bright twinkling lights in the very darkest moments a person can experience. For caring, goddammit.

Thank you so damn much, I promise to make you proud.



NIMONA by @Gingerhazing has been nominated for a Harvey Award for Best Online Comics Work! Congratulations, Noelle! You’re in good company. 

Best Online Comics Work

(via ‘Hawkeye’ and ‘Saga’ Lead The 2013 Harvey Award Nominations)