About Me
Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I'm Joann. Welcome! I'm really happy you're here. I'll scoot over. Have a seat and we'll chat.

I've got a husband that I've had since the olden days, meaning the days before *gasp* the internet! We've stayed together thanks to our irreverent, collective 12-yr-old boy sense of humor. Wine is also a big contributor to our blissful marriage. There's also the fact that he knows I'll be a cloud of dust if Bono ever shows up at my door to whisk me away. He's cool with that.  

I have three beautiful daughters who are all in their dramatic teens and early 20s. And yes, it's as gruesome lovely as you think it is. Someone's always PMSing. Someone's always expressing their feelings in great detail. Someone's always bursting into tears. And someone (mainly me, since I have the best stuff) is always getting their shoes, makeup and clothes stolen borrowed.

And even though it is an overflowing river of estrogen around here, we manage to shake up some good times and try our best to love each other in these days we're blessed to have together.

I'm a house vixen who hates domestic crap but loves bonbons and wine. 

And I've always had big love for the written word. My parents noticed this when I was a little girl. Having seven children, I'm amazed they knew anything about me besides my name. But they did. And they bought me a yellow notebook to write down all that was swirling around in my overly dramatic brain.

I've never stopped since.

A few years back, I had an early mid-life crisis, questioning the purpose of my life, knowing that half of it had already whooshed away when I wasn't looking. And that sucked. Like really bad.  

In a crystalline moment, I realized I needed to open my writer's notebook and Just. Do. It. 

I started writing a novel. At my desk, in my bed, in my backyard, in my car, (not while I was driving it), in my lawn chair at soccer practice, in doctors' and dentists' waiting room, in hotel rooms and in desperate peace-seeking moments, in my bathroom. 

I also had a real writing job as a columnist for our esteemed local paper. 

My columns were received quite favorably by my little Southern town and I am proud to say I received more positive letters to the editor about my columns than anyone or anything else. Well . . . except for the tongue-in-cheek column I wrote detailing my horror at being addressed as a ma'am for the very first time. 

Turns out little Southern towns don't appreciate tongue-in-cheek humor when it comes to their ma'am's and most likely, their Confederate Flags. I'm pretty sure if tarring and feathering were still the rage, I would have been plumed up good and run out of town, hanging furrily from a pole.

Even after whipping this small town into a ma'am fury, I kept up my columns and my popularity until I realized my column was taking up all of me. I stepped away from the paper and devoted myself fully to my novel.

Fast Forward and somehow, miraculously, I've managed to pull it off. My novel is finished, something I never thought I'd say! And now comes the scary part, finding an agent who loves my words. Aack. 

Let's see what else . . . 

I'm in love with my dogs, but not so much my cat. The ducks? Well, that just proves I'm a masochist.

I'm also really judgmental especially when it comes to bad drivers and people who wear leggings as pants. I'm a profanity linguist, still boy-crazy, a lover of shoes, blog followers, dark chocolate, Northern California, reading, good wine, Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. Not really that last part, I hate getting my hair messed up. And I'd rather have a vodka and cranberry than a fluffy coconut drink.

I hate gum-snappers and Proposition 8. I've got friends who are officially discriminated against by law.

And I used to drive a Pinto. 

That's about it, for me.

Now, how bout you?

Facebook me. Tweet me. Blog follow me. I promise you some good times. Come along, I'll bring the wine.


Anonymous said...

Awesome. Love it. Saw you on SITS.

Jennifer Vanderbeek said...

LOVE that picture of you! It reminds me of how I felt after my cruise to Belize! (almost wrecked the customs allowance on that one!)

Tahlia said...

I'd love to hear a bit about your novel. Can we read a bit? The first few pages for eg, or maybe the first chapter even? If it's ready.

I'm in a similar situation as you, but I've managed to get an agent for my novel 'Lethal Inheritance' (YA fantasy). If you're interested, you can read ch 1 at http://publishersearch.wordpress.com/lethal-inheritance/

Yuliya said...

Just found you, think you are hilarious and absolutely love the blog name!

Joann Mannix said...

Why thanks Yuliya! I hope you come back and visit a lot. I've always got some sort of fun I'm cooking up.

Lucy said...

Found you from the Red Dress Club. Love your About Me! I write letters to my hubby as well, but via email rather than posting on the bathroom mirror :)

Unknown said...

Hi Joann,
I heard about your blog from you husband. I met him on the plane from Las Vegas to San Francisco. He told me about how hilarious you are, what a great writer you are, and when he told me the name of your blog...well, I just couldn't resist. You know, I never even got his name.

Anyway, I'm a bit delayed with this whole blog world, but I am going to check it out, and will start with yours. :)

Xiomara Yasmani

Sarah said...

I HATE getting ma'amed! I feel so connected. Love your blog and I can't wait to read your novel :)

altadc said...

wow! i just came across a blog who sounded just like me! =) just dropping by to say hi! =)

Unknown said...

wow. that is a great about me.

you make me want to quit my job and be a professional blogger.

your hubby has my sympathies...that's a lot of hoo haa driven drama in his castle.

Beetique said...

Hi Following you. :) Deb

Jackie said...

Hi , you are hilarious ! I clicked on the pretty pour your heart out image and read your article and am now following you :)

NorwegianJon said...

Hi there, Joann.
Read your post on Ryan Gosling. Why did I read it you may ask? After I saw Crazy stupid love and Drive in the same week I had to google him. I'm not gay but, as you said "..power to turn a straight man gay.." Well not quite, but close. Came over your blog and must say I enjoyed your writing. And after reading this About Me, maybe one of the best I have read. It reminds me a lot of Janet Evanovich. I know she is old enough to be your grandmother since you are in your early twenties. ;) Still I of course assume that you have read some of her novels otherwise I strongly recommend the read, the theme might be different but the writing style is quite similar.
Merry Christmas from snowy Norway.

Barb said...

Seriously I laughed out loud at you wondering how your siblings even knew your name. Not only am I the middle child (which makes me a pain in the ass to begin with) but alas, I was the writer, the introspective one - in a family of crazy, very left brained business majors and engineers. I was always wandering off with a notebook or a book of Thoreau quotes. Too funny. I found you from Mom's Got Blog blogroll. Glad to have met you.

Maneesh said...

Hi Joann,

Thank you for taking me to the agents during the DFW writers conference. Lucky to finally find you on the web. Happy writing!

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