Words matter. These are the best MaryJanice Davidson Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
I’m really fortunate that I type 120 words a minute.
My 20s were a blizzard of rejection slips.
When I wrote the first Betsy book, ‘Undead and Unwed,’ I had no idea, none, that it would be a career-defining, genre-defining book, the first of over a dozen in the series, the first of over 70 published books, the first on my road to the best-seller list, the first on my road to being published in 15 countries.
I love interviews, meeting fans, teaching workshops, giving speeches… all of it.
I’m more to my family than a wonderful, luminous cook. I’m also a wonderful, luminous butler and a wonderful, luminous chauffer. And checkbook. I’m a luminous checkbook, too.
Being a writer is great, and being a parent is great, and I hate Marching Band.
I’ve found I can plunge the characters into whatever absurd, awful situation, and readers will follow as long as the writer makes them seem like ‘real people.’
I love traveling, but I love the bum I married, and the bums I gave birth to, more. And the dogs. I love them, too.
When I first quit my day job, I was terrified. I called my editors and said I’m trying to make a go of this, and they threw every contract at me they could. And for two years, I had a book or an anthology out every month.
I like the idea of federal employees licensed to carry weapons who are also heavily medicated; it just works for me on all sorts of levels.
Magic: The Gathering is like Dungeons and Dragons if D&D was played with cards and didn’t take 18 weeks.
I might occasionally forget how to open a car door and have too many shower curtains, but I’ve got some standards.
I guess you could say that no matter what the characters are enduring, I try to make them retain their humanity. Their self-absorbed, grouchy, selfish, aggravating humanity.
I can’t not write funny. It’s literally the only way I know how to do it.
Among other things, Marching Band forms state that if my kid starts acting like a li’l jerkface on a trip, Marching Band can call and command me to pick up my li’l jerkface.
I’ll cough up the bitter truth right now, at the risk of losing my Feminism Club Decoder Ring: I didn’t go see ‘Inside Out’ for Amy Poehler, though she’s terrific. I went to see my dark prince, Lewis Black.
I wrote for free for, like, fifteen years; I could redo my parlor in rejection slips. It would be surprisingly tasteful – they use nice paper.
