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Invisible Ghosts Coloring Contest (open!)

Meet Rose & Jamie, two advanced drama students, reluctant teen exorcists, adorably nerdy characters from my new novel INVISIBLE GHOSTS. The book comes out June 5, but this free downloadable coloring sheet is available RIGHT NOW, and even better, if you post yours on instagram by June 3 with the hashtag #invisibleghostscoloringcontest, you’re entered to win one of three coloring themed prize packs!

*** Download Your Free Invisible Ghosts Coloring Sheet Here ***

This is the coloring sheet, designed by the fabulous artist Sara Elena!


The GRAND FROMAGE (note: prize is not actually a cheese) – 15 MILDLINER PENS, these are amazing, if you have a bullet journal or are a student or just like highlighting books these will change your life. Also SUPER RARE signed Advanced Reader’s Editions of The Beginning of Everything, including a mega-rare edition with the original title, cover & release date, these were actually PURPOSEFULLY DESTROYED by my publisher when the title changed to The Beginning of Everything, there are maybe 100 of these in the world? Maybe.

SECOND PRIZE – the Doctor Who pack. 5 MILDLINERS and an awesome Doctor Who Coloring Book

THIRD PRIZE – the Harry Potter pack. 5 MILDLINERS and a Harry Potter postcard coloring book, you can write love notes on the back after coloring these! Or just pretend you were in Hogsmeade?



Not-so-Invisible Ghosts + A Giveaway (CLOSED)

You guys. I am SO EXCITED to share the cover for INVISIBLE GHOSTS, which is coming out on June 5! I know, I know, you only just found out about Ghosts a few weeks ago, and now it’s a real thing. With pages! And a cover. Speaking of covers… here we go:

Okay, I’m sure you’re wondering… a pastel pink cover with the word ghosts in the title? An enormous bee? A boy’s face coming out of said enormous bee’s butt? Just what kind of book is this, anyway? Glad you asked:

Rose Asher believes in weird omens. She also believes in ghosts, since she has one for a best friend. That would be Logan, her annoying, Netflix-addicted brother, who is forever stuck at fifteen. Rose is happy spending all her time with Logan—until an old friend moves back to Laguna Canyon and turns up in her drama class.

Jamie Aldridge is charming, confident,and a painful reminder of the life Rose has been missing out on since her brother’s death. She watches as Jamie easily rejoins their former friends—a group of magnificently silly theater nerds—while avoiding her so intensely that it must be deliberate. Yet when the two of them unexpectedly cross paths, Rose learns that Jamie has a secret of his own, one that changes everything. Rose finds herself drawn back into her old life—and to Jamie. But she quickly starts to suspect that he isn’t telling her the whole truth. All Rose knows is that it’s becoming harder to choose between the boy who makes her feel alive and the brother she isn’t ready to lose.

Robyn Schneider, author of Extraordinary Means and The Beginning of Everything, delivers a sharply funny, romantic tale about love, theater, party-crashing ghosts, and sneezes that predict the future.

Let’s see, what else can I tell you that isn’t in the Official Book Summary… That, while this book is a supernatural romance, it reads more like a realistic YA. That there are Hamilton references. And kissing. That it snows powdered sugar. That the love interest is an incredibly hot half-Filipino art history nerd who is also, possibly, a reluctant teen exorcist. I might be making that last part up. Or I might be completely serious. You can find out on June 5, or on January 1st, by entering to win a signed advance reader’s copy below!

I’ll also be giving away copies to newsletter subscribers, so if you’re not already signed up for my newsletter, which I promise isn’t spam, because I have literally NEVER sent a newsletter out (although I swear I will in January) you can do that in the sidebar.

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Very Exciting News!

Here’s some very exciting news– a new novel! Actually, I feel like this PW rights report can explain it better:

Oh…did you think that A NEW YA NOVEL was all the news I had up my sleeve? Well these here are wizard sleeves, they contain multitudes of, um, news.

Also, did you see that last part? The part about a MOVIE DEAL for The Beginning of Everything? I know. I’m dead. DEAD. The producers are amazing and completely get the story (also, fun fact: literally everyone involved in making this movie has a PhD–except for me. It’s like a confluence of film-making academics got together all clutching little blue copies of TBoE, and my heart has never been so happy.). Also, I’m writing the screenplay. Okay, I already wrote the screenplay, and then I wrote a second draft of said screenplay, and then the director got his hands on it…and, anyway, the point is, I’m actually somewhat involved with the potential making of this movie, which is just bananas. Dr. Bananas, because everyone else has a PhD? Or would that be Drs. Bananas?

So that was the most exciting paragraph of my life, pretty much. Hmm, what can I tell you about my next book, Invisible Ghosts? That it’s coming out June 5. That it’s a supernatural romance, except it reads like a coming of age novel. That there’s an annoying, Netflix-addicted ghost. That there are Hamilton references. And kissing. And the love interest is an incredibly hot half-Filipino art history nerd who is also, possibly, a reluctant teen exorcist. I might be making that last part up. Or I might be completely serious. I suppose you’ll just have to wait until June to find out.

Links To Check Out #1

A roundup of some intriguing things I’ve found online lately.

Common Venmo Charges Decoded (from The New Yorker) Such a clever storytelling format!

An Eater’s Guide To Los Angeles (from Eater LA) Tried Tacos Leo from their recommendation on Saturday and hands down it was the best carnitas I’ve ever had.

On why celebrating POC in entertainment shouldn’t be exceptional, but should be the norm (via Shondaland)

Adding this Harry Potter themed cafe in Hong Kong to my bucket list.

Loving this tough-looking laptop bag from & Other Stories.

Ezra Faulkner would totally want all of these vintage canes with hidden features (via Mental Floss)

Damn you, CBS All Access, Star Trek Discovery is so so good. If only it didn’t require a subscription after episode 2.

Relevant to the book I was working on in France, you can now digitally explore a thousand year old illustrated manuscript of medicinal herbs and plants.

A great piece on the current state of activism, and why we need to show up and organize, especially when it’s not personal (via Shondaland)

Have you seen American Vandal on Netflix yet? It’s a hilariously insightful mockumentary series set in a California high school after a student is expelled for spray painting 27 dicks on 27 cars in the faculty lot– and claims he didn’t do it. Also, my delightful friend Ari is an executive producer so heyyyyy, well done, buddy.




Convalescing at a French Castle

I’m pretty sure most writers have this one on their bucket list: spend a few days writing in solitude in some remote and inspiring location. A few weeks ago, my husband’s company sent him to Paris for literally one meeting (Hollywood makes no sense) and he invited me to tag along. Which I gladly did, because weekend in Paris with my husband, but the whole time, I was plotting my escape to a French castle.

It went like this: A couple of hours on a train, $250 for an AirBnB, and then I’d have four days to work on a novel in Carcassonne.

My charming apartment, complete with antique writing desk, chandelier, and fireplace.

The castle on the hill- very Ed Sheeran.

Carcassonne is fortified medieval town in the south of France, and I imagined I’d spend my days like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, living a provincial life in charming midi dresses, singing to myself about the baker while I skipped home, a notebook under my arm full of freshly-written pages.

That wasn’t what happened. I know, I know I lied on insta stories. I made it seem charming and picturesque and perfect. But you have to understand– there I was, alone, on the other side of the world from my friends and family, and I was dying. Somehow, I managed to simultaneously contract an ear infection and bronchitis the day I arrived. I had to go to the doctor in French– not just in France, but in French. Somehow I managed, and was given about a million antibiotics. So instead of a writing retreat, I convalesced, and it sucked.

After a day of lying miserably in bed, I dragged myself up for a hike to the fortress. It’ll be inspiring, I promised myself, between swallowing ampicillin and hacking up phlegm. And it was beautiful, until I reached the top, where the castle of my instagram dreams turned out to be a tourist’s Disneyland. The place was packed with parka-wearing, suitcase-rolling, DSLR-toting tourists. In the middle of the week. In September. Shops selling plastic swords, restaurants with English menus, water bottles for 3 euro. It was a nightmare.

Here’s an absurdly-posed photo you might recognize from my instagram, that I took with a remote and my DSLR from a strategically chosen tourist-free angle.

So I stumbled back down the hill, taking the hiking trail instead of the tourist route. A couple of plants brushed against my legs, which I hardly noticed, until a few minutes later when they broke out in hives. I snapped a picture of the plant in case it was a deadly poison, then marched miserably back to the pharmacy, where I explained in tortured French that I was allergic to the castle.

Back to bed I went. Total medications at this point: 5. Pages written: 0.

There I was, convalescing in a French fortress. The part of me that wrote Extraordinary Means was secretly having a blast. But the part of me that was trying to write a New Thing while very clearly dying of hives, an ear infection, and bronchitis, was not having fun.

Anyway, I wrote about 2 usable pages, and bought about 100 Euro worth of interesting-looking beauty products from Super Pharma to cheer myself up, and there went my dream of writing a novel in the French countryside. It looked so much better from Instagram, right? But then, everything always does.