The more connections I make in the writing world, the more I have the opportunity to read early copies of novels (which I love). This week I finished reading my ARC of Carrie Mesrobian’s debut Young Adult novel Sex & Violence, and I wanted to talk about it with someone. Actually,
Guilty Pleasure Marathon 2012
Like most Americans, I dutifully spent Turkey Day in full consumption mode. I ate more turkey and potatoes and stuffing than I had capacity to digest and so, spent the next day combating killer heartburn and indigestion. Feeling like an idiot. I did put the hurt on the TUMS, though,
Look
I promised fellow bloggers Maggie at Fly Away Home and Aubrey at Write Aubrey Write that I would participate in the author tagging game called the Look Challenge. The game’s for bloggers who are also writers and is a way to let others sneak a peek at your work.
Here’s how it works: Search your manuscript for
Haircuts and other acts of bravery
I need to cut my hair off. It’s long and heavy and ridiculous.
But I don’t want to. Maybe long hair reminds me of being young…
That’s the problem, see? I’m NOT young. I’m on the verge of forty, and the locks need to go before I “cross
The fine art of a Party Cat battle
I’m not sure why I love this mural. It’s painted on a building along Seattle’s busway in the SoDo Urban Art Corridor.
Maybe it’s the absurdity or the tension or the cat’s pink party hat or the red star on the girl’s pocket.
There’s something about the look in that Girlie’s wild cartoon
One ticket, please, for that other Earth.
Offline. What a weird concept. It didn’t even exist back in the eighties when the most we could do to “disconnect” was take the phone off the hook.
Which I never did.
That was back when I was the social version of myself.
Now I’m more a hermit version, but I still can’t
What I remember about summer camp: Sleeping in a covered wagon, kissing boys, and buying candy at the camp store.
When I was a kid we lived near a Bible Camp where I went to camp most summers. Aside from kissing boys and buying candy and falling in “kid love,” my most vivid memory is sleeping in a covered wagon at a camp called “Wagon Train.”
Instead of cabins, we slept
The Best Bad Book Titles EVER!
My friend Carrie Mesrobian is getting ready to have her first novel published. With a real publisher and everything. The book is YA and is going to be rad and she’s gonna be famous and all that.
So yesterday, Carrie mentioned that she still doesn’t have a title for said forthcoming novel,
THOSE kind of people.
This week I’m reading Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower and, of course, now I’m thinking about how I like quirky, distinct characters in writing.
Also I’m wondering how best to create my own characters like Charlie, the book’s first-person narrator.
If you haven’t read the book, it’s worth the read. Unless
Why I heart my MFA Program
My last post was about my choice to pursue on MFA in creative writing. This one’s about which MFA program I chose and how I chose it.
But first I’d like to echo the article Poets & Writers wrote on the topic this past fall and say that my decision to
Writing A Magical Story
This week I’ve been obsessively searching for the magical ingredients of successful story writing. Not like the obvious stuff that we always talk about–character, theme, plot, blah, blah. And please don’t suggest I go read Joseph Campbell.
I’m talking about the magic! Secret somethings that
Extremely Incredibly Peculiar Child Narrators
As a rule I like kid narrators. I read a lot of them. An embarrassingly high percentage of the books I read are YA and most young adult novels feature a first-person narrator between the ages of 14 and 17.
This week, I met sixteen-year-old Jacob whom I accompanied on a quest to