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Please tell us your name and what you do!
My name is Alethea, but since I was little everyone called meLeah…Except in high school when they called me Alley.

Describe your memory of the first time we met. (haha!)At the faire, I was sitting in my shop (which was a tent at the time)and holding Kayla and we starting talking about how close in age ourdaughters were…It was love at first sight! :)

How old were you when you began sewing? Did you take classes inschool, or did you learn how to do it through trial and error? What’syour favorite type of project?I remember really starting in high school, in home ec….but mygrandma sewed and I watched her all the time. I learned from mygrandma, from Emily, and from lots of trials and tons more of errors.My favorite type is doing something new! I love making the corsets,but I can almost do them in my sleep now…I want to be challenged.

Are you still sewing for commission, and if so, how can people get intouch with you?I am sewing for commission, they can contact me atgrapesgalore@gmail.com or leah_williams@comcast.net

So…Dean or Sam?well duh, Dean…sorry…but I have a thing for the bad guys.

Vanilla or Chocolate?hhmmm both! It would be a disservice if they weren’t equally loved.

Top or Bottom?Bottom

Bert or Ernie?Ernie…he was so misunderstood.

You’re standing in front of three doors. What colors are they andwhere do they lead?Burgendy, Blue and Orange.Burgendy to Jason bedroom
Blue to the kids
Orange to friends
Which one do you open?
Right at this moment, the one to Jason’s bedroom…

If you could spend a hundred dollars in a minute and buy something youhated, or spend a hundred minutes with one dollar but buy somethingyou loved, what would you do?
spend a hundred minutes with one dollar…I would buy me and the kids a sundae from mcdonald’s…we could shareand sit and talk.

What’s your favorite song?Favorite, like of all time? Always makes me feel better song…this is tough but I would say let love rule by lenny kravitz

Can you curl your tongue?yes I can! I can also make if fold in 4

anything else about you we should know?I have a scar on my wrist from a bunny rabbit.

For anyone interested in Leah’s sewing work, she’s pretty amazing. She made this dress:

Which I love and just might wear at RT! :)Also, she’s tons of fun and I’m always glad when I get to hang out with her…M

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I just packed six cans of Diet Coke with Splenda in my cowboy boots in my suitcase. Because you never know when you can find that shizz.

Had a great birthday, thanks for the wishes and the gifts (you know who you are and who you are NOT!)  –I’m up at 3 am to catch a train to NYC for a conference, won’t be back until Sunday, late, so…see youse on the flip side!

M

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And I’m gonna have a good time!

*waits for appropriate homage*

M

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74000 / 100000 words. 74% done!

lines of the day:I dropped the belt. It was a prop and I didn’t need it. Wasn’t going to use it. If I couldn’t leash and collar him with my words, then I didn’t deserve to have him.

I also finished my rough draft of Layover and I’m just waiting for final crit to make sure it’s all pretty and stuff before I send it in.

I have 100 pages to go in Switch and more story than that to fill them. EEEP! Oh, well. It will all work out in the end.

And then it’s on to Pleasure and Purpose, and man, am I excited!

M

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with the flat-ironed hair, guyliner and skinny tie.

Mmmmmmmm.

Also. It must be hard to be the ugly brother. I’m just sayin’.

m

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Look, I’ve had people say nice stuff about me, and my books. And I thank them. I appreciate it, I really do. And I don’t even think they’re full of crap , mostly. I mean, I’m GLAD when someone says something nice about my books (or me) and I’m really happy to please readers.

That’s a totally different thing than ME telling YOU how great I am. And you know what else? Let me be the one to tell you how great you are. Because if you tell me how great you are, I’m just going to roll my eyes and mock you on my blog.

M

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Ok, so it’s true, I would never have called myself a fan before a few hours ago. But something has changed. Something that’s been creeping up on me over time.

You’re pretty much impossible to ignore — what with the whole celebrity thing going on and all. So I always knew who you were. Add to that you have one of the single most lovely lines in any song I’ve ever heard — “I’ll never let your head hit the bed without my hand behind it” — and so, yeah, I know who you are. Plus, dude, your songs are unavoidable all over the radio.

But I dunno, lately…the Borat bathing suit pics found their way onto my browser one day, and then I just…well, my dear John Mayer, I think I love you.

Not because you’re a great musician, though there’s no doubt you are. But because you seem like a great GUY. Actually, you seem like a fun and normal sort of dude, and frankly, my future BIL started sending me your videos on Youtube and…well…

I love you.

So now I guess I have to go to iTunes and buy all your music because I have to show my love with financial support.

Oh. And you’re awfully cute.

I might have to make my next hero a dark-haired mop top who wears velvet coats. Well. Actually, I think I already have written a couple like that.

DUDE!

I think I love you!

M

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So, right now I’m a little sad.

Did you ever really love something, a whole, whole lot, and then…something happens, something stupid, and you don’t love it so much any more but you’re still LOYAL to it and you still want to love it but then something else REALLY stupid happens and no matter how stupid you know it is, you still discover you  might not love what you loved any more.

That happened to me this weekend.

And I won’t even say what made it happen because it’s super stupid and really, really lame, and it’s sort of that kind of thing that is based entirely on conjecture and circumstance and you have no idea if what you think about it is the truth but it just sort of keeps on feeling that way.

Needless to say (though I said it anyway) I feel sad because something I loved a lot, really, really a LOT, like…loyally and passionately and something I really got a lot of inspiration and joy from…no longer makes me feel that way.

And I’m sad because it’s been a few years now, that I’ve loved it. And to not love it any more is disappointing.

M

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