I’m over at Working for the Mandroid talking about why middle grade matters. I always find it strange when I hear about people who didn’t start reading until they were older – starting with either YA or assignment books or adult books. I feel bad – they missed out on one of the best times for reading.
Watching kids read middle grade at the library, how engrossed and absorbed they are reminds me of how powerful middle grade books are. At that moment they exist in a multiverse. One that is made up of the slow fade of library books shelves and the chatter of toddlers into the magic of Camazotz, standing before “It” knowing that the battle for Father and Charles Wallace is still far from over. Or the worlds that meld from the sixth grade lunch room into the halls of Hogwarts, the moving staircases and the knowledge that you’re a wizard. If that child keeps reading, and grows up into a reader it will happen for them again, sure, but never with the power that it did then when they were 10 years old.
It’s that awesome time when you truly believe that if you shut the book, the White Witch will win. Everything hinges on staying in the story.
We’re all Bastian. We’re all part of the Never Ending Story
And I’m a HUGE nerd.
Many thanks to Leslie at Working for the Mandroid (because the world needs more robots). She gets the Starburst of Thanks. They’re delicious AND fruit flavored, folks.
Shopping in this city is a nightmare.
It takes three stores to find the minimum of what you need.
Sometimes it takes three stores, a Bodega, a girl, her boyfriend and his friend with a stick.
Thanks to The Blue Hour for taking this desperate little poem, New York City Grocery Stores
I’m over at I Am A Reader, Not A Writer today talking about time travel, goals, what book I would live in and as a kid what I wanted to be when I grew up. Hint: It involves large extinct reptiles.
If you could travel in a Time Machine would you go back to the past or into the future?
Definitely the past. And yes, because I’m obsessed with Shakespeare I would go back to the 1500’s in England and risk getting the plague just to sit next to him in a pub.
Many thanks to Kathy for her awesome interview and Giveaway – one signed print edition and an ebook are up for grabs.
As always, when people do nice things for us, we say thanks. With candy!
So I’m over….er Jonathan Muse is over at Consuming Worlds talking about what it’s like to be a muse, what Shakespeare was really like and what that wretched Marlowe is up to.
Here’s a snippet:
I know that you take being a muse very seriously, but have you ever wished to be recognized for the work that you help produce? It can’t be easy watching others get fame and fortune for what you created.
“…Can a great musician be jealous of his cello? Can a cello be jealous of the hands that play upon her? They need each other and without they are only one half of a potential beauty.”
Read the rest here.
And if you’d like to know what Danielle thought about the book Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb go here.
Many thanks to Danielle at Consuming Worlds. We appreciate the invite. You know what comes next – my never-ending desire to express gratitude in the form of the best candy ever created – The Starbursts of Thanks!
Many thanks to the wonderful A.J. Huffman for accepting these two poems, Two Hundred Years to Die and Photograph, Age 11.
I wrote Two Hundred Years to Die after revisiting my old college campus and seeing a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time. It’s strange how time can start and stop like that. It was like being a part of the multi-verse. I could see the younger versions of myself everywhere in this wafer thin moment.
The second poem is based on a true story about me, some neighborhood kids and a dead fish. Growing up is weird, isn’t it? All those horrible sad things that happen.
Again, many thanks to Ms. Huffman for giving them a home.
I’ve got the first couple of pages of Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb over at Tumbling in Books. Here – I’ll whet your appetite
Chapter 1 – Something Wicked this Way Comes
The three witches were huddled so close around a spinning wheel they seemed like one person.
“You’re not supposed to be here”
“Not yet at least–not until we call you.”
There was a flash of light and a smell like burning hair.
One of the witches limped forward and you could see the spider web of scars running across her face. Where her eyes should have been were two empty sockets, blackened and charred. In one hand she held the soft flax of yarn that was being fed into the spinning wheel and in the other she clutched an eyeball, her black nails digging into the meaty tissue.
If you like what you see, you can buy it here!
So, 2012 recap – Got some stories and poems published, got my first novel published to some good reviews and was nominated for two Pushcarts. One for this poem and one for this story for which I am extremely grateful to the kick-arse editors. It’s been an extremely fun, extremely humbling, extremely bizarre ride.
2013 has a lot to live up to. But considering it should be starting with the print copy of Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb being available for sale, I’ve got high hopes.*
Thanks to Fara for the excerpt! She gets Starburts because they rule.
* No promises. Small presses and all…..but still, it’s coming so that’s something to be psyched about.