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Dianne Salerni : Writer of Teen and Middle Grade Fiction | Hot Boots, a Mean Lady, A Chicken Hat, and a Chillingly Good Read

Hot Boots, a Mean Lady, A Chicken Hat, and a Chillingly Good Read

I had a chance to try out my new electric ski boot warmers last weekend when my husband and I took our daughters (plus two extra teenagers) skiing at Bear Creek Mountain Resort in Macungie, PA.

First of all, I have to say the boot warmers were the bomb. Now I need to find out if they make similar accessories for gloves!

Next, I’d like to rant about people who try to “save” a table for themselves in a crowded lodge and expect the table to be left empty all day – reserved for their use only – while other people have no place to sit. In particular, I bear a grudge against this lady …

… who was nasty to my children (and my borrowed children) because we ate lunch at “her” table. She had the nerve to say to me: “I went to some trouble to spread our stuff all over this table so it would be saved for my group. We got here early so we could do that.” Note: My family also arrived early, before the lifts even opened, but we weren’t selfish enough to try to save a table for our exclusive use.

Okay, rant over.

Third item of note: When I get around to writing the contemporary thriller set at a ski resort that is percolating in my brain, it will definitely include this conversation:

You are not wearing that hat.
Yes, I am.
You are so NOT wearing that hat.
Hey! Give me my hat back.
Oh my God, it’s shedding yellow feathers.
Give me my hat back!
Fine! Here!
WHACK! Don’t touch my hat again! WHACK!

Yup. That’s real teenage dialogue, folks. Wouldn’t all you YA writers like to come with us on our next trip so that you, too, can pick up scintillating dialogue?

(Oh BTW, also in my ski resort thriller, a lady who hogs tables is going to fall off a cliff.)

And finally, a plug for a great read: I may be a competent skier, but my stamina was not up to teenage standards, so I quit early and went into the restaurant for a glass of wine. While I waited for the others, I opened up my Droid’s Kindle app and called up my newest purchase, Michael Northrop’s Trapped.

Now understand, I’m in a crowded, bustling restaurant with a glass of chardonnay. My toes are toasty warm. The guy seated next to me is wearing a Rastafarian Dreadlock ski hat and chortling with his buddies. But as I read the opening chapters of Trapped, a claustrophobic sense of impending doom and isolation descended upon me. My cozy surroundings faded away as I was sucked into sharing the plight of seven high school students during the worst blizzard in recorded history.

Yeah, it was that good. When my husband started texting me — Where are you? I give up! — and I saw him clomping around the entrance to the restaurant with snow covered kids – I seriously considered not answering.

8 Responses to Hot Boots, a Mean Lady, A Chicken Hat, and a Chillingly Good Read

  1. salarsenッ says:

    Electric ski boot warmers??? Ooh, nice.

  2. Linda G. says:

    Grrr. I hate when people treat public places like their private property. It’s just downright inconsiderate.

    But yay for the boot warmers! They sound heavenly.

  3. Gabbey says:

    You forgot to mention how I was stuck in between them while they were having this conversation. Yup, that was fun.

  4. Lenny Lee* says:

    hi miss dianne! wow you got that ya dialog down good. now i could use it to practice for when i get to be a ya and wanna get everyone feeling crazy. ha ha. for sure my brothers and my sister are gonna thank you. ack! im glad your foot heaters worked good and i hope you could get those hand ones. that lady was rude for sure. im glad she going over a cliff. ha ha.
    …hugs from lenny

  5. Katie Mills says:

    ugh, skiing? Chardonay? A good read? Welcome back from heaven babe. Hope you had a good stay.

  6. Glad to hear that your boot warmers worked so well.

    Sorry to hear about the lady who hogged the table all day. I can understand saving a few chairs, but not the whole table.

  7. Boo to the table hogger. The world is like a huge candy store for a writer. We can shop for delicious personalities and sweet dialogue and sugary mannerisms to make our writing irrestible. I bet if you spent the day in the lodge people-watching you have enough stuff for a few books. LOL, b

  8. Jen Daiker says:

    What a rude lady! The nerve she had saying anything to you!! Butthead! Freak out over.

    I am dying to read Trapped, I really need to move up on my TBR pile list. I love the novel cover!

    Yay for boot warmers! I agree definitely in need of glove warmers!