Yeah, I thought that was cool, sweet, romantic, and all that jazz too. So...I referenced it in one of my stories. In How to Resist Prince Charming, my hero has to keep his relationship with the heroine secret because her dad just might kill him if he found out. So I have a line that goes a little something like:
"Sometimes, he wished her father would find out about them already. He couldn’t stand this waiting for the other shoe to drop. Tired of keeping his feelings for her quiet, he was ready to go on the Oprah show and start jumping on some couches, for the love of God."
And now that line can no longer be quite so wonderful. And here I was so certain Tom and Katie would stay together forever. I mean, don't ALL Hollywood couples marry for life? Okay, I knew it wouldn't last, but couldn't they have at least had the courtesy to wait until my story was out of print before splitting? Geesh.
Damn you, Tom.
Yeah, I should probably make him share the blame with Katie since she's technically the one who filed, but it's just so much funner to blame him.
And that's enough of me being awful for the day, making fun of real people like they're characters in a movie. That must be the worst thing about being a celebrity: complete strangers making fun of every crisis in your life like it's no big deal. Makes me kind of glad I'm a nobody.
Well, this nobody is practically climbing the walls. I heard from the cover art director at Whiskey Creek Press and was told my book, The Color of Grace, has been assigned to a cover artist and I'd be hearing from her "shortly." Nine days later, and I'm still checking my email every ten seconds, hoping a cover or at least "word" about my cover will come in. Nothing yet.
I'm going crazy with impatience over here. It's making me do insane things, like rage at people I don't know for getting divorced.
But at least my edits are well under way for the story, which is helping to calm me down a little bit.
In less than two months, Grace will be here!!! I was excited about this story to begin with, but then my line editor had to go and tell me how much she liked reading it. And she didn't just say "oh, and I liked your story" like it was some kind of afterthought, she GUSHED, paragraph after paragraph, about all the different things she loved. To say the least, I'm over the moon with joy.
So...that's what's up with me. Have any famous celebrities totally ruined any of your books lately? :)