As I pause from writing today, I’m struck by how bright and pretty the sunlight is streaming across our dining table. Our mantel clock ticks out the steady silence. In the fridge, a turkey is covered with a spicy rub. I’m grateful for my peaceful home, my kind friends, my kids coming soon, my relatives far in miles but close in heart.
Little moments feel so large sometimes.
Different perspectives made for an interesting panel last week when I joined fellow writers Pegi Deitz Shea, Dana Meachen Rau and Sandra Horning, and literary agent Alex Slater (of Trident Media) at UConn. Our panel, aptly named Writing and Publishing Children’s and YA Literature, covered picture books, illustrations, trends in the young adult market, work-for-hire projects,… Continue reading
I’ll be out and about this weekend.
This Friday, November 13th, I’m joining writers Pegi Deitz Shea, Sandra Horning, and Dana Meachen Rau, and literary agent Alexander Slater for a panel on Writing and Publishing Children’s and Young Adult Literature at the University of Connecticut. The event, located in Room 217 of the Austin Building, begins at 4:00 and is free and… Continue reading
It was a great pleasure for me to visit Amity Regional High School last week and exchange ideas with students about how and why we write. It was clear from the minute I met the students that they were genuinely fascinated by the writing process, and throughout our workshop, they were honest and respectful about each other’s work. I was impressed and inspired by their creativity, generosity, and willingness to take risks. Many thanks to the students, and to librarian… Continue reading
One of my young writer friends recently emailed me to say, among other things, that she believes it’s ridiculous to write a novel at her age, which is 13. This writer writes stories all the time, and yet she’s discouraged by the flaws in them, and she asks, “How am I going to ever write a novel in the future if I can’t accept my own ideas now?”
This is a wise person. She is well on her way. I’m posting my reply because I think… Continue reading
What lives in the tall grass can’t be seen from a distance. You have to go near enough to peek between the stalks. You have to lean forward, off balance, with your neck extended, and only then, when it’s too late, will you see the claw that shoots out to grab you by the throat and drag you in. Then you’ll be trapped there. You won’t be able to leave. The grass seems flimsy enough, but it binds you because you chose it. You were curious. You looked too close.… Continue reading