Everyone knows how a fairy tale ends. In bedtime stories and countless Disney movies, an evil enchantment is finally broken and the heroine, plucky or otherwise, marries her prince and lives happily ever after. In life, we've been taught to expect the same course of events, perhaps with a Dolce & Gabbana gown and a nice little spread in the New York Times Vows column.
Meet Robin Palmer.
With her dark hair, upturned eyes and lithe grace, Palmer has a princessy glow, and her converted barn outside Germantown is plenty palatial. But like the heroines of her revisionist fairy tales (Cindy Ella, Geek Charming, Little Miss Red, and the upcoming Wicked Jealous), Palmer has done it her own way. Which has nothing to do with waiting for some overbred royal to come to the rescue, and a great deal to do with John Burroughs' maxim "Leap, and the net will appear."
Palmer's self-dubbed "pink barn" is the warm beige of Bermuda sand. From the road, it looks austere, but inside is a breathtaking loft space with skylights, tall windows, and huge hand-hewn beams. When a realtor showed it to Palmer last year, it was love at first sight.
One of her first additions was a magisterial plank table built by a neighbor. On one end sits a saffron-cardamom date cake the author just baked, flanked by fresh tulips and silver candelabra. It looks just a bit like a magazine spread, except for two large jars of Gold's horseradish and gefilte fish on a shelf. No art director would put those there; this is a genuine home, quirks and all.
Palmer settles onto a couch, flashing the near-constant smile of someone who still can't believe her good fortune. She's dreamed of becoming a writer since her second-grade teacher read one of her stories out loud. "I was totally mortified, and then so pleased," she recalls. But the journey toward getting her wish wound through some dark woods.
She was six years old when her mother took her own life. "When you lose a parent really young—I felt so different from everyone, especially losing a parent the way I did. I didn't understand it. Nobody did," Palmer says. She remembers her father taking her to Disneyland, where she was photographed with Snow White. "My dad had just been widowed, and I desperately wanted him to marry Snow White." Happily ever after, again.
Three years later, her father did marry again, giving her a new stepmother and two older, more confident stepsisters. "The blueprint was Cinderella," says Palmer, who borrowed that blended-family dynamic for her middle-grade series Yours Truly, Lucy B. Parker, in which Lucy's single mother starts dating the dad of a Hannah Montana-like teen superstar.
Palmer's family moved several times during her teen years, from New Jersey to Massachusetts and back. She studied communications at Boston University, and went to Hollywood as soon as she graduated, renting an apartment in what turned out to be a drug mecca. "There were LAPD helicopters going overhead—I was terrified to leave my apartment. I thought, 'What have I done?' I had no job, I didn't know anyone—all my friends had moved to New York."
Within a few months, she'd found safer digs and an assistant's job at the William Morris Agency. "It was like going to graduate school. It's Ground Zero for the entire industry." Palmer's boss, "the nicest guy in the entire world," helped her move into script development. Eventually she was hired by Lifetime, where she was a network executive for five years.
It was a heady time, with many projects in production and an expense account. But something was missing. Palmer recalls her thirtieth birthday party. "I looked out at 100 of my quote unquote close personal friends, half of whom I didn't know, singing 'Happy Birthday.' All I could think was, 'How did I get here?'" The wish she made as she blew out the candles was, "Help me figure this life thing out."
What helped her untangle the knot was a screenplay she wrote on spec during her last year at Lifetime. Over the next five years, she also completed a memoir (Adventures of a Recovering Drama Queen) and a novel. All received positive feedback; none of them sold. "Meanwhile I was still living in LA, surrounded by the business, but no longer part of it. It was humbling."
The work itself kept her going. "I just knew I was never happier than when I was writing. In the middle of the night—I don't have kids, but I use the metaphor of birth a lot—I was up late writing, and I thought, 'I bet this is what it feels like to get up and nurse your child. This brings me more joy than anything I've ever done, and I will do whatever I have to do to support it.'"
That included a housesitting gig in New York, where Palmer's agent suggested she try writing a young adult novel. As she walked away from the meeting, "I had this vision of a blonde girl in flip-flops. And that was Cindy Ella."
Palmer had been reading Jung scholar Marie-Louise von Franz and Bruno Bettelheim, so fairy-tale archetypes were on her mind. "We're fed these fairy tales from such a young age," she explains. "My question was, 'How can I give them to girls in a way that empowers them?' Not the princess waiting to be rescued, but the antiprincesses, saving themselves."
She wrote 100 pages and an outline for a novel about Cindy Ella, a sophomore at LA's fictional Castle Heights High whose anti prom screed enrages her mainstream stepsisters,but wins her a pseudonymous online fan who just might turn out to be princely.
Early one morning, Palmer's agent called to tell her that Puffin had made an offer on Cindy Ella. Not only that, they wanted three modern fairy tales.
Palmer's smile widens as she remembers that day. She'd been paying her rent by selling off "a closet full of designer shoes from my former life" on eBay, and had just listed the last pair, the Chanel motorcycle books she couldn't bear to sell. "My first thought was, 'Oh my God, I've got a book deal!' And the second was, 'Can I get my boots back?'" (She did.)
"I couldn't believe I was going to be a published author," she says. "I called my father, and he said,'The happiest day of my life was the day you were born. This is the second.' He started to cry, I started to cry." Palmer shakes her head. "My childhood may have been crazy—wacky and chaotic, as everyone's is—but I have never felt not loved. My parents—all my parents, including my stepmother—always believed in me. That means the world. If you have that, you feel you can be whatever you want."
Including a bestselling author. Cindy Ella was followed by Geek Charming, a he-said, she-said Frog Prince that was recently filmed by Disney Channel. Next came Little Miss Red, whose heroine meets a wolfishly handsome bad-boy on the plane when she goes to visit her grandmother in Florida. Wicked Jealous, a hilarious Snow White remix with a houseful of seven variously doofy, narcoleptic, allergic, and bashful college boys replacing the dwarves, will come out in July, sandwiched between the fourth and fifth volumes of Yours Truly, Lucy B. Parker.
All told, Palmer has written 10 books in five years, including Ways of Being With, due out in 2013. Portraying a girl whose actress mother needs more parenting than she provides, it tackles much darker terrain. "I've made a whole career out of being funny, so it's been really interesting to write a book where I don't make the joke," Palmer notes. She recalls reading Judy Blume's books as a teen. "I would shut the door and disappear into those books, and feel like I wasn't the only one going through hard times. To understand and be understood—I've gotten that time and time again from books, and I just want to pay it forward."
When a teen reader emailed, "Your books make me feel normal," she was elated. "I write for the girls who sit on the side in the cafeteria. They have no idea how cool they are," she asserts, adding that popular girls reach their peak in high school. "They peak and we blossom."
Indeed. Alongside her blooming career as a writer, Palmer is a part-time consultant at MTV, overseeing development and production of four original movies a year. She commutes to New York by train three days a week, often writing en route. Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturday mornings are "total writing days." Weekends are for entertaining; she's currently on a Mideastern cooking jag.
Palmer is already mapping out her next book, a modern retelling of Alice in Wonderland set in Paris, and she's about to take off on a nine-day research trip. Then it's back to the pink barn to write. She smiles. "If you told me five years ago that I was going to buy a house—not just a house, a converted barn big enough for 10—by myself, I wouldn't have believed it. What my life looks like is not what I pictured. You can either not have your life because it's not unfolding in that traditional way, or you can go with it and create a life." Palmer's eyes glint with mischief. "Maybe the prince will move into my castle."
Whether he does or not, Robin Palmer has fashioned her own happy ending. "I never feel more myself than when I'm writing in this house. This is where I belong."