Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Writing on Wednesday: Why Writing in Bed is Not So Weird After All, or the Odd Writing Habits of a Few Famous Authors
Carl Hiaasen likes to face a blank wall, and wears noise-cancelling earmuffs.
Dan Brown occasionally dons a pair of gravity boots and hangs upside-down from a special frame.
Ruth Krauss kept her manuscripts in the refrigerator.
Agatha Christie ate apples.
Flannery O'Connor preferred vanilla wafers.
Victor Hugo wrote in the nude so he would not be able to leave the house and instructed his valet to hide his clothes.
Roald Dahl composed in the privacy of his garden shed.
James Joyce wrote lying on his stomach in bed with a large blue pencil and wearing a white coat.
Truman Capote also liked to write lying down.
Stephen King is quoted as saying he had a goal of 2000 "adverb-less" words a day.
Lewis Carroll preferred using purple ink.
Joseph Heller arrived at some of his greatest ideas while riding the bus.
Woody Allen was inspired during crowded subway rides.
Some of my fellow writers claim they must be at the local library or sitting in a Starbucks since there are too many distractions at home. Others keep to a strict daily two or three hour time frame or their required 1000 or 2000 words. Still others have warm up activities - such as write about the last thing that made you laugh/cry, or do 30 jumping jacks. Another must wear red flannel pajamas.
So what weird thing do you do? And does it help?
Maybe we don't have writer's block after all. Perhaps we are like Harold and all we need is a purple crayon.
Andrea Perry, November 19, 20114
Monday, November 10, 2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
thought he was the one who
originally sent the poems to her,
but maybe it was the other way
around. Anyway, I get
embarrassed when he starts
showing them to me
because some of them are downright mushy,
even racy and passionate,
I’m thinking he’s probably
made some mistake and gotten
an old girlfriend’s stuff
mixed up with my mother’s stuff
because this certainly isn’t the mother
If this is my “old” mother,
I want to know more about her,
I already know more than I want to know
about this “new” mother.
Beth has nothing
takes both my hands in hers
and says, “Well, Laura,
it looks like we are in this
together. Do you know why?”
giving her a completely honest answer
and a very blank stare.
we both have work to do,
and we can do it right here in
my shop, together.”
“So sorry you didn’t win,
but guess you can’t win
if you don’t try. Have you
I turn fully around and hiss,
“Not on your life, Dennis Martin,
not on your life.”
too, if I had to spend an evening with 88 Fingers
and his cheerleading pals.
Seriously, I can’t believe
your father will let you go,
and even if he does,
you wouldn’t consider it, would you?’
Friday, October 31, 2014
In the spirit of the season, pun intended, I'd like to share two vampire poems: One by Kenn Nesbitt, U.S. Children's Poet Laureate, and one by Andrea Perry, resident Route 19 Writers rhymer. You can count on both of them to produce a toothy grin:)
I know that sounds insane,
but listen for a moment and
allow me to explain.
We don't live in a castle,
and we never sleep in caves.
But, still, there's something weird
about the way my dad behaves.
I never see him go out
in the daytime when it's light.
He sleeps all day till evening,
then he leaves the house at night.
He comes home in the morning
saying, "Man, I'm really dead!"
He kisses us goodnight, and then
by sunrise he's in bed.
My mom heard my suspicion
and she said, "You're not too swift.
Your father's not a vampire.
He just works the graveyard shift."
Friday, October 17, 2014
by Adam Rex
"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade ..." or in this case, if the villagers chase you with torches and pelt you with rotten produce, make a sandwich! Adam Rex delights us with a number of stories about monsters, and even some about monsters AND food. Some of the hilarious offbeat monster subjects include The Creature from the Black Lagoon, who went swimming too soon after eating, The Lunchsack of Notre Dame, a lament about why one hump lumps this poor lad with all the other monsters, and Count Dracula Doesn't Know He's Been Walking Around All Night With Spinach in His Teeth, since of course his castle has no mirrors. Who should tell him so he's not embarrassed any further?? Halloween Hilarity Abounds.
by Laura Leuck and Mark Buehner
A light breezy monster verse about how baby monster knows how much its mother loves it. Who else but a loving parent would take their child to the swamp to swim, bake cookies filled with bugs, comb cobwebs out of their bangs, or breathe fire to start a cozy blaze in the fireplace? If your monster mama also tucks you into bed at night with a bat, that's how much you are loved.
by Lois Ehlert
Have you seen him? Leaf Man, a life-sized leaf collage (with body parts identified on a separate ending page) traveling across pages of die-cut panoramas, is simply beautiful. And after you enjoy his wondrous autumn adventure, you too will go looking for your own "leaf man" (or woman!) as the rainbow of October leaves gently drift and glide all around us.
by Jack Prelutsky and Peter Sis
Mother Ogre's Lullaby, just one of the seventeen poems in this monstrous collection, has always been one of my favorites:
"Hush baby ogre, stop raving and rest,
Slumber, sweet savage impossible pest.
Stifle your tantrum, no kicking, don't bite.
Close your red eye...baby ogre, good-night."
We also visit with witches, trolls, Bigfoot, wizards and goblins, not to mention a solitary yeti feasting on dinosaur bones. From stale witch birthday cakes with snakes instead of candles, to an invisible wizard unable to reverse its spell, to a troll full of sour applesauce, you will enjoy all of their garish gruesomeness.
by Keith Graves
Who could resist a Halloween book with a cover such as this, advertising "625 Monsters Inside...Can You Find Them All?"
Meet Edgar, a poor bored boy who can't find a Halloween costume scary enough to scarify him. He wanders past costume shops until he happens upon one he'd not noticed before. Dark and understaffed, he finds an odd machine there, puts in a dime and steps inside. So goes the rhymed verse tale of the Monsterator Machine, and what happens to Edgar once inside, complete with the fun final pages of a partitioned flipbook to monsterate on your own.
If you like to be scared silly, I am sure that one of these books is likely to delight!
Saturday, October 11, 2014
Books Cecelia loves to EAT!
by Danika Lagorio
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
DYSTOPIAN YABEEN THEREDONE THATWILL IT HAPPEN AGAIN?
First of all,
just what is a Dytopian Book?
It’s the opposite
of a Utopian Book.
Looking toward the future...
So, what do you think? Do you agree that teens will still want to read about an imagined future where a teenager figures out that grown ups are really stupid and they're crushing humanity and it will take a teen or a group of teens to save them all?
Yeah. Like, duh, of course dude.