…well, not in the walls, exactly, but definitely hidden away in a nook of this magnificent old building. This is where I write now. At a heavy wooden desk in a room with marble floors and dark wood-paneled walls, and a faded Oriental rug, and two deep-set windows that also serve as my makeshift bookshelf. I feel like I haunt this … More lurking in the walls of the library…
My first illustrated story for kids–“A Pterodragon of a Different Color”–appears in this month’s Cricket magazine, illustrated gorgeously by the talented Laura Lowen. (It’s about Martians and friendships and, well, PTERODRAGONS.) As you can see, I was a tiny bit excited to get my copies in the mail:
“I have to get a hole poked in my eye tomorrow,” my mom announced cheerfully on the phone tonight. We both do that. Not get holes poked in our eyes–although I do have a horrific story about getting a hole poked in my eyelid*–no, we both start mundane stories as melodramatically as possible. I notice myself doing … More In Which I Lie A Little Bit, or Did You Know That Storytelling Is A Hereditary Condition?
You may have noticed a lack of hyacinthsnbiscuits in your life. I know I have. There is a reason. I have been writing a novel. My first novel, as a matter of fact. A feat which I never thought I’d accomplish until I was at least 25 years older than I am now. Because I’ve never … More One Backspace at a Time
What would my ideal bookshop look like? If I think about my favorite bookstores from each place I’ve lived, I come up with lots of different answers. I grew up in Clarksville, Maryland, and my favorite book haunt was just over the county line in Montgomery County: the Wheaton Library booksale. Picture this: 5,000 square feet … More My Ideal Bookshop
When I’m stressed out, I make lists of all the books I want to read. When I’m really stressed out, I buy them–all of them. But then I have massive piles of unread books lying around everywhere, which stresses me out, so I go back to Point A. Rinse, repeat. (Didn’t Einstein have a comment about that?) I’ve … More The Obligatory Rant on Covers-These-Days
Although I haven’t kept up very well with my dream diary this year, I still mumble in my sleep (and then ruminate about it) frequently enough that I’m considering retitling this blog “Notes From Oblivion,” “Slumbertalk,” or “Things I Say When I’m Dormant.” Anyway, two recent excerpts from the Sleepymumble Diaries (transcribed/remembered by my faithful stenographer, … More The Guilt Pile of Shelved Projects and Best Intentions