Remember how that one time I finished NaNoWriMo? In, like, 2009? Well this is the resulting novel, after some heroic editing on behalf of the Onions, and my wonderful friend @snazdoll.

More on this anon!

It’s been declared

A Stonewall Honor Book
This is an ALA Award for books of “exceptional merit relating to the gay/lesbian/bisexual/transgender experience”.

as well as being on the

Amelia Bloomer List
Another ALA honour, this time for “the best books with significant feminist content that will appeal to young readers from birth to 18 years old”.

and the

2012 Rainbow Room List
This one is from the a joint task force of the Social Responsibilities Round Table and the Gay, Lesbian, Transgender and Queer Round Table of the American Library Association.

and finally the

Reluctant Young Adult Readers List
Hurrah!

I’m so pleased – not just because it’s my book, but pleased that funny, pink books that are light but not insubstantial and still have Stuff To Say are getting recognised. I’m actually about to sit down and write a chapter for my PhD about the subversively political nature of chick lit, so this couldn’t have come at a better time!

That’s from this article what I wrote for Meanjin. It’s pretty closely linked to the work I’m doing for my PhD.

Oh, and a month or so ago I had my First Ever Academic Journal Article published in Write4Children, edited by the wonderful Anthony Eaton. My article is what’s called a “practice-led paper” which means I talk about the Important Philosophical Theory behind my novel Pink. It’s in Volume 3, Issue 1, and can be found here.

AND, I have a chapter in a new book called Read to Succeed: strategies to engage children and young people in reading for pleasure.

Speaking of writing, I’m sure you’re all be pleased to know that I finished my personal NaNoWriMo target of 20,000 words. Hurrah!

Now I’m getting my Christmas on (I know, shocking, right?) – yesterday I made candied peel, ginger-and-orange cordial and ginger-and-honey infused whiskey before heading over to Mum’s and making six dozen mince pies and a Christmas cake. Then I was all domestic goddessed out, so Mj and I ordered pizza for dinner.

The batter

• 220g plain flour
• 60g potato flour or cornflour
• 200ml dashi (a kind of miso-like stock – easy to find in Asian groceries)
• 2 eggs

Mix all these things together.

The filling

• 3-400g roughly chopped cabbage
• 20g pickled ginger
• 160-200g of The Things You Like

This is the fun part. Adam Liaw’s recipe calls for 100g of raw peeled prawns and 60g of cheddar cheese – which sounds kind of weird but is excellent. I’m partial to pickled baby octopus and mushroom. Chicken and mushroom is good too. Just whatever you feel like. Add this mix to your batter.

The cooking

This amount of mix will make three or four reasonable sized okonomiyaki, or two really big ones. It’s plenty for 3 people. Put some vegetable oil in a frying pan, and add half the mixture (for two okonomiyaki, or a quarter if you want to make smaller ones). Spread it out into a circle and cook for about 7 minutes, or until the base is brown. Flip it over and poke some holes in the top to let steam out. Cook for another 5 minutes, or until cooked through. Repeat until all your mix is gone.

The topping

• okonomiyaki sauce
• Kewpie mayonnaise
• dried bonito flakes
• powdered seaweed

All of this can be found at your local Asian supermarket. Add it to your pancake and NOM IT ALL.

But I was wrong!

The Name of the Star has all of those things, PLUS a London boarding school, some Historical Colour, life-threatening danger AND (teeny spoiler) a little paranormal mystery.

Rory Deveaux is a Louisiana teenager, recently moved to London to attend a posh private boarding school. But everything is not alright in London. A serial killer is on the loose, mimicking the brutal 19th century crimes of Jack the Ripper. Rippermania takes over London – everyone is equal parts paranoid and excited. But the case is a stumper. How come none of London’s seventy squillion CCTV cameras have spotted the killer? Who is that strange man that Rory saw lurking around on the night of the murder, and why didn’t her room-mate see him? And, what was that? Sekrit London police squad of spunky young people who share an Unusual Ability? I’m in.

Dear Maureen. When is the next one out? Can it be sooner? Thanks, Lili.

(you can read the first 78 pages on Maureen’s website)

(This post is part of an occasional series where I talk about books I like. They’re not reviews – I’m calling them book clutches, because they’re all books that I want to clutch close to me.)

BUT I’m not expecting to finish, nor am I working on one single project. I’m using the pressure to get some serious words down on both my PhD novel and my Next Book which at the moment is nothing more than a two-page synopsis. If I can do 10 000 words on each, I’ll be stoked.

I thrive under pressure and competition, what can I say?

• Noise cancelling headphones. We bought these ones for about $70 online, and they are AMAZING. They use phase cancellation, which means they emit (very quiet) sound at exactly the same frequency as is going in – which basically cancels out the original sound. In short, they work with magic. Apparently low-frequency noises cause anxiety in humans (I guess instinct says LION! EARTHQUAKE! RUN!) and the loudness of planes causes extra fatigue – particularly as you have to turn up the sound on your little telly all the way (our headphones came with an airline adaptor!). These cut out most of the aircraft rumble, making the whole flight feel more serene.
• Change into trackies. Either as soon as you board, or just before. Trackies, a comfy top, and a comfy (or no) bra. This way you are comfortable for the flight, more likely to sleep, AND you’ll have almost-clean clothes to get into when you arrive at your destination.
• Drink as much water as possible.
• If you’re on an Asian airline, always choose the Asian meal.

For the US

• Get some Metamucil and multivitamins. In the big cities there is great food, but once you hit the middle, there is A LOT of fried, and not much green.
• Got an iPhone? Get an AT&T sim from eBay before you leave. Register it online with any US address (but don’t try and put credit on it). Call your service provider and ask them to unlock your phone. In the US, pop your new sim in, and find a wifi network. Go to unlockit.co.nz and follow the instructions there to change your APN. Then go to the AT&T website and put credit and data on your phone (where it wants you to pick a state for your credit card, there’s an option that says something like Outside US). Done!
• Priceline.com is an excellent way to book posh hotels on the cheap. Only once did we feel like we’d been given the “Priceline room”.
• Having said that, the posher the hotel, the pricier the wifi…
• …and the less stuff you get – no coffee-maker or kettle, no iron, no fridge – but you get all that in a cheap motel.
• But the posh hotels have very comfortable king-size beds, great pillows, and ace showers.
• The tipping system is ridiculously complicated. Get an app to help you out.
• Wholefoods is an organic supermarket with a wonderful salad bar. There’s one in most cities. You will need it in the middle.
• If you’re driving a lot, pop into a Best Buy and grab a GPS. Our car hire company wanted to charge us $10 a day to hire one (which would have ended up being $280), so we bought one for $105, which Best Buy replaced for free when I accidentally spilt Vitamin Water all over it, and now we are updating with Oz maps to use here.
• When they say Entree, they mean Main. And when they say Marinara Sauce, they mean Neapolitan sauce.
• Tripadvisor is the best way to find good food that you never would have found otherwise. The Lonely Planet’s food recommendations were sadly not as reliable.
• We also grabbed the Zagat app to help us find decent food, which was useful in the big cities.
• Avoid Dairy Queen – worst burger ever.
• When ordering a Navajo taco, and asked if you would like Large or Small – say Small.
• In fact, that’s a pretty good rule for all food-ordering. Get the Small.
• Root beer is just disgusting.

Taking some high-speed photos at San Francisco’s Exploratorium

Putting our feet in the Pacific to prove we made it ALL THE WAY ACROSS

Getting water in my bra at Disneyland (do you like Mj’s Facing Certain Death With Grim Determination face?)

Staying at the Millennium Biltmore in LA, which you may remember from Ghostbusters, Pretty in Pink and One Million Other Films and TV shows.

Dropping off our hire car and celebrating our ability not to break it in ANY WAY despite our 10,000 km drive

Did you see that? 10,000 km! Without breaking the car OR getting shot!

Popping over to Tokyo for a few days. This was a slightly mixed experience. I love Tokyo – I lived there for six months when I was 21, and I love going back to visit, plus we got to meet up with our friend Warren who lives in Fukuoka. But I had the worst jet lag of my life this time. The first three nights I slept maybe 2-3 hours total, and the last night I didn’t sleep at all, and made myself sick with anxiety. That part sucked. But the rest of it was AWESOME. We…

Went to Akihabara Electric Town – a whole suburb of electronics stores (Mj liked this particularly).

Went to Nippori Fabric Town – a whole suburb of fabric shops (where I died and went to fabric heaven).

Went to Tokyu Hands – my favourite shop in the world.

Visited some shrines.

Did some excellent people-watching.

Ate gyoza, onigiri, teppenyaki, yakitori, chashu ramen, kaiten-zushi and ONE MILLION OTHER DELICIOUS THINGS. This was particularly exciting after the blandness of a lot of US food.

Explored the teensy cramped bars (no bigger than my laundry at home) of Piss Alley (Shomen Yokocho) in Shinjuku. Most could only fit the three of us and maybe two other people. It used to be a seedy area full of gambling dens and prostitutes, but now it’s awesome little quirky bars and great food on sticks.

And now we’re home. It’s absolutely lovely to be home, and I’m very excited about the two books I’m writing at the moment (the PhD one and Another One).

Holiday deemed a giant success!

It’s also the location of my favorite Christmas ever. I was 17, had just finished year 12, and was traveling around the West Coast with my parents. We were on our way to the Grand Canyon and realized too late that it was Christmas Eve and we weren’t going to get out of Death Valley in time for Christmas Day. We stopped for the night at some tiny, rustic cabins in a place called Panamint Springs. The only food we had was a tin of beans. Those who have ever met me will know that I like Christmas. A lot. A dingy cabin in the desert with a tin of beans was not my idea of a good Christmas.

Luckily there was a little bar that made us some burgers, and even poured me an underage Christmas Eve Baileys. We chatted to a pair of teachers from North Carolina, who asked is if we were staying for Christmas lunch tomorrow. “Um,” we said. “Hell, no.” But then the barman joined in, telling us we must stay. So we did. We went for a hike the next morning, and when we arrived back, the tiny bar was transformed. Nearly a hundred people had come from all over the world for this free, traditional Christmas Dinner. We ate next to a Japanese fighter pilot and someone from Mum’s hometown in Derby. It was wonderful.

We didn’t stay in Death Valley this time, just stopped to look at the sand dunes and the salt flats and remark about how damn hot it was (about 38 degrees, relatively cool for DV).

We drove out of the Valley and stopped in Bishop for the night. The plan was to drive through Yosemite the next day and end up in San Francisco, a 5-6 hour drive. The plan was not to be. A crazy storm system from the North dumped a pile of snow on the mountains, and all the roads to San Francisco were closed. ALL OF THEM. We ended up driving up to Reno, a four hour detour. It was a long day, with much snow. Snow. One day after 38 degree desert. California, you are peculiar.

The presentation was actually pretty convincing, delivered by an awesome Jewish/Italian lady with a thick Brooklyn accent. If you were the kind of person who travelled a lot, and always wanted to stay in resorts, then it’s a pretty good deal. But needless to say, we decided not to sink $15k into a Vegas timeshare.

This is Mj being happy that we didn’t buy it.

That’s our room at the Luxor, by the way, which is a casino inside a giant black pyramid. Our room had a spa in the corner where the wall slopes (cause it’s a pyramid), which was very awesome. Also all the elevators in the Luxor travel diagonally, which is a very strange feeling.

(I should add, that if you’re planning to visit Vegas and want a fancy spa room for a very small amount of money, check out smartervegas.com, which lists all the deals. Vegas can be VERY cheap if you’re not the gambling type)

So we left the boys in the hotel room watching TV, and set out to see the sights of the tackiest, most ridiculous city in the US.

We already had tickets to see Beatles Love, which was utterly amazing. So we decided that we should go to the other end of the scale, and see Tournament of Kings, where you watch jousting and eat a chicken with your hands. It was about as craptastic as you might imagine. Lots of “huzzah!”ing and raising of tankards.

I hoped the boys were getting along.

Then came our $150 of gambling credits. We were both a bit scared. The only gambling I’ve ever done before is betting on horses at the Melbourne Cup, and I’ve always been anti-gambling. Seems like an easy way to lose money to me. But we had free credit, so we had a go at the Ghostbusters slot machine (surprisingly fun) and played a few rounds of blackjack, which wasn’t so scary once you got the hang of it. When we’d used up all our credit, we had $120 of real chips that we’d won, which would have been a loss if it hadn’t been free to start with.

So here are my thoughts about gambling: it’s quite fun when you’re not using your own money. But after an hour and a half, I was quite ready to cash out, take our free $120 back to our room and have a glass of wine in the spa.

I can see how Vegas might make you go weird though. You have to walk through a casino to get anywhere, and they keep the lights dark all day so it always feels like drinking and gambling time. And there’s sex and nightclubs and strip poker around every corner, as well as sexy pirates and real lions in the middle of a casino and in one night you can visit Egypt and Paris and China and Venice and New York.

It’s not my kind of place, but it’s no wonder that it makes people do… strange things.