Skype Book group

October 20, 2011
I just had a wonderful book group meeting via Skype with folks from the Carnegie Library in Albany, Missouri.  Lots of fun discussions about sequels to the Heroines, including a father-son novel called The Heroes, or another one called, The Villains.  Such a delight to speak with people about the work.

The Heroines Optioned for Film

August 10, 2010
I'm happy to report that 3Arts Entertainment has optioned the film rights for The Heroines. Actress Chloe Moretz (recently the 11-year-old assassin in Kick-Ass) will play the part of Penny. I always knew the novel needed the right young actress to fulfill the part. The next step for my agent, Alicia Gordon, of WME in Los Angeles, is finding a writer-director. Then a studio.

Father's Day 2010

June 20, 2010
When speaking about finding a career or life’s path, myfather, Tom Favorite, always said, “If it’s not fun, it’s work.” He heard these words from his ownfather, Clyde Winston Favorite.

As a writer, I’ve always found writing to be fun. Even whenI’ve been blocked, blank, or stuck, the creative and intellectual conundrums ofwriting provide a special pleasure. Translating what’s in my mind to the pageis a constant struggle, and yet the moments when a character shouts out a funnyline I didn’t expect are the best in life. Carol Anshaw, my teacher, once had a short storyanthologized and did a tour with Garrison Keillor. Afterward, she said,“Publishing, reading—that’s all great, but nothing compares to the fun I hadwriting that story.”

My father would have loved what Carol said. He was a CPA with a private practice,and he was the only guy I know who had a great time doing people’s taxes. Every client was a character. Hisfavorite was an elderly woman who lived in a spacious Hyde Park apartment withPersian rugs and antiques. But the coup de grace was a poster of Farrah Fawcettin her orange one-piece bathing suit that hung in the dining room. Once my dad asked the octogenarian,“Mabel, what’s with the Farrah poster?” “Isn’t she beautiful?” My dad always smacked the table when he told thatstory.

And every time I heard that story (which was often), I laughed too.