Yearly Archives: 2013

Teach His Own

In my next life I’d like to cruise the world in a food truck that’s been converted into a jazzy clothing boutique. In the life after that I’d like to name nail polish for a cosmetics line. Assuming I get one more after that, I’d like to teach creative writing in a school like Alpha Academy. The first two are givens, but I bet you’re wondering what inspired the teacher thing. I mean, I am not a lover of classrooms or their smells. And yet, I’d love to stand before you and school you on Pretenders. The problem is I don’t have the patience to reincarnate three times. I want to do it NOW. So I am working on a …

PARTYYYYY Live with Me

If you remember how much fun we had at my last Little Brown Live at the Lounge video chat with Megan McCafferty then you know this Holiday Live party is not to be missed.

Here’s the scoop on the event:

The Holiday Live at the Lounge on December 17th will feature LBYR YA authors Holly Black, Kami Garcia, A.S. King, Megan McCafferty, Margaret Stohl, and I chatting about everything from holiday plans, to new years resolutions, to our favorite holiday memory, to what to expect from each of us in 2014.  I’ll be wearing my ugliest holiday sweater and I hope you’ll join in on the chat wearing your finest tacky attire, too. Some of the authors attending the Holiday …

Guest Post on the Office Elf Blog

Hi everyone. As you know, Lisi has been stuck in her writing cave for many months now, and since hitting her 12.1 deadline for Pretenders: License to Spill, she’s finally able to get some fresh air, stretch her legs a bit and remember what it’s like to be human. She is away today spending quality time with family, but will return next week with her usual post. She has asked me to guest blog for her, so click the wifi signal or pizza slice below to re-direct to the Office Elf blog. Happy Holidays everybody.

 

xx,

Alisha, certified Office Elf…

10 PreTENders

I pretend I’m writing but I’m really searching for your confessions. #WeArePretenders

POST YOURS by messaging me on Facebook or Tumblr and submitting your confession, or just tweet it @LisiHarrison or comment on Instagram @Lisi4RealHarrison. That’s it!

TTYW,

Lisi…

From Author to Awethor

I heart book tour.

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My world–a white office with yellow accents and a dirty computer monitor–expands. The influx of new sights and sounds fills me with inspiration and always teaches me something new. Here are some of those things:

On Being in Awe

– It’s official. I am no longer an author, I am awe-thor. I met so many incredibly talented YA writers in the past month. I am humbled and inspired.

– I spent a fortune on YA books.

On Starbucks

– Employees are not charmed by my refusal to say things like grande or venti.

– Starbucks in Columbia, SC does not offer yogurt parfait.

– Everyone standing in line looks anemic.

– I now drink tea.

On

Catch Me If You Can!

Look up! Higher. Higher! Like 35,000 feet up! See that plane? See the person wearing the giant headphones waving? It’s me. I’m heading from LA to DC to SC to YA’ll Fest.  Join me, won’t you?

 

YALLFest

That news is big, but this news is BIGGER. I will be LIVE TWEETING (@LisiHarrison) at the events and giving S.W.A.P. bracelets away to fans.

Here’s where you come in. Write in the comments section if there’s anything or anyone in particular you’d like a picture of while I’m there. Hoping for a future shout out? Put that in the comments section too and I’ll make it happen.
TTYW,
Lisi

A Nightmare on Oak Street

Halloween is coming...
My street is to Halloween what the equator is to Earth: the center of it all. Don’t boolieve me? Come back Friday and witness the horror–my horror–as 2,000 sugar-craving freaks invade my neighborhood.

Halloween Town

SCARYYY Backstreet's Back, All Right

These raw and untouched photos will show it all. The question is: Are you brave enough to see it?

Freaks
Freaks
Freaks
If so, check out Lisi Scarrison’s Halloween Photo Installation coming this Friday, November 1, 2013.

Mwaaaaaaaa ha haaaaaa.

Pretenders Guide: Love The Day You Hate

Back when I was in school, nothing depressed me more than Sunday evening. The Canadian world outside my bedroom window was dark, cold, and still. The only light seemed to come from my desk lamp which cast a judgmental glow on the leaning tower of binders that had yet to be cracked. I was either exhausted from a sleepover or mourning the lack of messages from my latest crush. I also suffered from S.H.S. or Sudden Hate Syndrome–the fear of being despised on Monday for no reason. And then there was that homework. As much as I begged, it simply refused to do itself.

On Monday everything was fine. But that Sunday night sadness always returned, bringing with it a …