YA New York

I have to ‘fess up to something, something really awful.

I can’t keep my schedule straight for the life of me. I miss doctor’s appointments all the time. Or I show up on the wrong day, or just at the wrong time. And then I get mad at my doctor.

All last week, I kept thinking, “I have something. Something to do. Next week. I’m doing something, and I can’t remember what.”

This is because I didn’t write it down. In order for me to keep my schedule straight, I have to write everything in a little notebook, and I have to write it again in a little text file on my computer, and I then I also write it on my hand.

In case you have a hard time reading my handwriting — I know I do — it says “Meet Rachel Vail.” Which is what I was supposed to do this afternoon, because I wanted to surprise you all with an interview with her. (You’ll remember her as the spectacular author of Lucky, which I reviewed here.)

Alas. I can’t believe I’m saying this. I can’t believe I did this. I stood her up. And not in the name of comedy. In the name of dumb-ass-ness.

See, when I do this to people I’ve known for ten years, they’re all like, “Oh, she’s pulled a Sabrina again.” And they forgive me, eventually, after I polish their shoes for a week. But you can’t do that sort of thing to famous authors who could blackball you from the YA authors’ circle. You just can’t. It’s very, very bad.

Please, Rachel, won’t you forgive me? I am on my knees, hands clasped before my face, begging for your forgiveness. And offering to like, clean your house every day for a week. Honest!

Now, dear readers, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have to go bash myself in the head a bunch of times. I mean, my continued head-bashing may be contributing to my forgetfulness, but I can’t think of any other more appropriate punishment.

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