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It's been exciting, the Olympics - it really has. All those amazing human bodies everywhere you look, doing all those amazing things. But it's important to remember that not all competition is good for us. Let me tell you a story ...
Here’s how it is.I have an older sister.This is not unusual.Many people do.And many people find their older sisters irritating.But no one has an older sister who is as irritating as mine.
Because mine has done everything.
Let me give you an example of how irritating this can be.
When I was about to go to university, my sister came into my room and handed me a nice, leather-bound notebook.
“This is for you,” she said.
“Oh, thanks!Is it a journal, for me to write my experiences with boys and men in?”
“No.It’s a journal in which I’ve written my experiences with boys and men.Read it carefully, and you won’t have to make the same mistakes I did.”
“Oh.Well, what makes you think I won’t make my own, new mistakes?!”
My sister just smiled.“I think you’ll find I’ve already made them all.”
Well, I wasn’t having that.I went off to university and set out to make all the mistakes my sister hadn’t.
I thought, I’ll date my professors – I’ll date my room-mate’s brother – I’ll date the entire football team – I’ll date the janitor … but when I checked, I found that every bad idea I came up with had an entry in my sister’s journal already.
It was when I saw the sign called for recruits for the newly-formed Scottish Historical Re-enactment Group that I realised I’d cracked it!
This she hadn’t done, I was sure!
It turned out the Group consisted of two boys – Trevor (the president) and Greg (the co-president).They were wearing Braveheart wigs and cardboard swords.
“We don’t get a lot of girls,” said Trevor.
“You don’t get any girls,” said Greg.
“Yuckedy yuck.Look who’s talking.”
“At least I’ve had a date!”
“Snogging my cousin when she was unconscious doesn’t count as a date!”
Wow! I thought.This has got to be the best mistake EVER – my sister won’t be able to hold a candle to this!
“Anywho,” said Trevor.“We’d better get started.As you know, Historical Re-enactment Groups strive for absolute accuracy.To that end, we will be performing the Battle of Bannockbuns wearing nothing but our tattoos.”
“What?!” I said.
“In the historical nuddy.You, too, of course, Miss.But don’t worry, it’s not as if we’ll be really naked.Greg and I have painted ourselves with blue runic letters, just to make it decent, and we’d be more than happy to do the same for you, wouldn’t we, Greg?Greg?”
The co-president’s eyes had glazed over in a worrying fashion.
“Never mind him,” said Trevor.“Here, let me show you mine …”
As the president of the Scottish Historical Re-enactment Group began to strip off, I beat a hasty retreat …
I phoned my older sister as soon as I got in, and told her about my experience.I waited for her to say, “Well!Now that’s something that never happened to me!” but I waited in vain.
“Oh yeah.I did that,” came her voice, as smug and superior as ever.“I think you’ll find some pretty clear advice on the whole re-enactment thing, round about page 87.Look it up.Bye!”
No way, I thought to myself.No bloody way.She’s bluffing.She has to be!But she wasn’t.When I turned to page 87, there it was, my older sister’s warning, staring up at me in big, black, undeniable words:
BEWARE GEEKS BARING GLYPHS ...
There are some competitions you are never going to win, and sometimes even taking part is a bad idea. Choose your battles, my friends. Choose your battles.
Once upon a time, there were two poets. For the sake of anonymity, we will call one Emily and the other Sylvia. They were both extremely good writers - modern yet accessible, challenging yet mellifluous, edgy yet musical. They each kept a wary professional eye on the other’s successes and failures. Because they were decent human beings, they tried to rejoice at the former and not to rejoice at the latter. Sometimes they managed this better than other times, but still, they tried.
For many years their areas of special interest did not overlap, so they did not tend to be up for the same awards or invited to the same festivals. Emily focussed largely on urban subjects; Sylvia’s work was strictly metaphysical. But then – an example of convergent evolution – both Sylvia and Emily became interested in birds. Perhaps they both received literature from the RSPB during the same mailing campaign. Perhaps they both were given bird feeders as Christmas presents by totally unrelated relatives. Whatever the reason, both writers began to produce reams of poems about our feathered friends …
… until the inevitable happened. They were both short-listed for the RSPB Bird Poet of the Year Award.
On learning that one has been short-listed for anything, a writer’s invariable first thought is, What shall I wear? This is because they are not normally dressy people. Pyjamas, baggy track tops, elderly jeans – these make up the usual uniform of work-from-home writers. The two poets hadn’t a thing in their wardrobes appropriate for such an occasion.
So, after thinking, What shall I wear? Emily went out in search of an outfit that would be as beautiful as the subjects of her poems. Something feathery, colourful, suggestive of wings and flight.
After thinking, What shall I wear? Sylvia also went out in search of an outfit that would be as beautiful as the subjects of her poems. Something suggestive of flight and wings, colourful, feathery ...
On the fateful evening, they arrived at the award ceremony, both a little late, just in time to go onto the stage and be introduced to the audience.
They were dressed identically.
Sylvia turned to Emily. “Nice dress,” she said.
“Thank you,” Emily replied. “So’s yours.”
“Symbolic?” asked Sylvia.
“Absolutely,” said Emily with a cautious smile. “The old form and content thing.”
“Where would we be without metaphor, eh?”
There was a short pause. Then Emily crooked her arm, inviting Sylvia to link up with her.
“The grand entrance?” she murmured. “As if we’d planned it?”
10 Comments on A Common Dilemma - Joan Lennon, last added: 11/22/2011
I'm a nice person. Nice, nice, nice. On the outside, anyway. Chances are, you are too. Which means we are well and truly cut off from the joy of insults. (Giving, of course, as opposed to receiving.) Think about it ... When was the last time you really enjoyed insulting someone - really savoured the syllables, letting them roll about your tongue, or flow down your arms to the quill clutched in your inkstained fingers? I wager it's been a while. I wager it's been too long, you frothy, beef-witted ratsbane ...
I'm here today to help. From the kit below, start with the word "You" (or "Thou" if you prefer) then choose one epithet from each column and put them together in the way that gives you the most satisfaction. Because we're nice, we don't have to tell who the insult is for - but WE'LL know. Oh yes.
Ta Da!! Here it is. The December surprise. This is the first page of a story I'll be posting up a picture at a time for the next couple weeks. I'll post every Tuesday and Friday. So if you want to find out more about our new wizard friend check back on Tuesday. That'll be when his story really begins.
Don't want to miss an update on the story? Follow me on Twitter. :)
Here is the first page of Melwick's story. It was a crazy day but here it is. Look for the next page on Friday. (although, after that I'm pondering making it a weekly post just so I have a little tine for other work, we'll see. :) Previous page -- Next page
It's Tuesday and that means that I'm supposed to post Melwick. He's going to be up tomorrow. Sorry for the delay. To hold you over until then here is another illustration I just finished and wanted to share.
This image is also the newest update on my newly updated website. I'd love to hear what you think about it. (meaning the website, but you can tell me what you think of the image as well)
And, last week I received this:
Which was super nice of PZ desigs to find my blog and award it to me. I am finally finding time to pass it on. But first I have to tell you all seven things about me. Here we go:
1. In the very near future you may see me dressed up like Tinkerbell at a birthday party near you (if you live in Utah). I'm working on the ol' costume and will soon be attending parties as Tinkerbell.
2. Cooking is my new favorite Hobby. I just made some awesome bread and can't wait to eat it for dinner tonight.
3. Jeeves and Whooster is a really funny show. Doctor Who is my favorite show.
4. Going off of that last one, I have a crush on BBC drama's.
5. I didn't think I would like Twitter, but I really do. I've been a tweeter for a couple months now, and I have been avoiding Facebook as much as possible. It sucks away your time if your not careful.
6. I'm currently reading Linchpin. It's fantastic. My favorite of Seth Godin's books (that I've read) so far. I just have to apply it to life now... and I will so there.
ok so that's not 15 but, and I do follow a lot more than 15 awesome blogs but... well that's all I'm posting for you. Have a great day!
If one of those blogs is yours and you want to accept the award this is what you do:
1. Put a picture of the Stylish Blogger Award in your blog. 2. Thank and link back to the person who awarded it to you. 3. Share 7 things about yourself. 4. Pass this award to 15 other creative bloggers!
Here is the next Melwick page. I'm getting excited for next week's page as well. We are about to the climax. I hope it's climactic. I've learned a ton and think I will probably try a new story after Melwick is done, but do a better job of it. Anyway, enjoy today.
It has been quite a while since I just did something for fun. Our First LEGO League team needed a design for their t-shirts this year. So I had all the kids draw up designs. Since I didn't want to just take one kid's idea, I merged elements from all the designs into one. I took the ultrasonic sensor eyes from one design, cape and crown from another and the lightening from another. (I couldn't resist spiffing it up a little in Photoshop.)
It felt good doing something just for fun. I hope the kids approve.
Man, I wish I had a name like that. Mine has all those bouncing syllables and stuff. His...simple bookends. Now we all know Mr. Zusak's THE BOOK THIEF - which was a wonderful read and I enjoyed it for all the praise-worthy reasons.
BUT - having just finished I AM THE MESSENGER I have to stand up and cheer - and hand out recommendations to anyone looking for a mysteryious, thoughtful, deeply funny first person narrative. I don't pretend to be a "reviewer" so I'll keep my horn-tootin' to this:
Read it. All the way to the last words that gave me chills.
On a related note: I didn't READ it. I listened to it on a car ride my son and I took last weekend to New Hampshire and back. Both myself and my 13 year old were captivated by the story that features a 19 year old deadbeat of a main character and a coffee drinking dog and a mystery involving 12 playing cards.
I drove him to and from school all this past week so we could listen to the chapters - we drove in silence as the story continued to hold us and make us laugh and smile...and think. We finally finished the book in our driveway - and since the main character Ed is a cabdriver - there was something fitting about it.
Read it. Or listen to it, which for me was a delight because Mr. Zusac is Australian and the actor who read the book was an Aussie giving the flavor of the story with his accent. (I love an Australian accent - and this guy was great!)
Jamie at Duward Discussion tagged my great friend Sandee at Comedy Plus with the Fifth Sentence Book meme. Mary The Teach at Answers To The Questions tagged Jamie and titled the Meme the Book Meme whereas my sweet friend Sandee at Comedy Plus referred to it as the 123 Book Meme. So, I thought, I would come up with my own title as well so this meme is called the The Fifth Sentence On Page 123 meme, but it's all the same meme.
Thank you Sandee for always thinking of me! I enjoyed writing this meme because I love books, and the book I'm reading was right by me, so it was as easy as pie- that is, it was as easy as eating pie - not baking one, because it is not easy to bake a pie...
Anyway, all you have to do with this meme is find the book closest to you that has at least 123 pages, and...I don't know why I'm writing this- because here are the rules...
Here are the Rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book ( of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people & post a comment here once you post it to your blog, so I can come see.
The book I found is the one I'm presently reading entitled S Is For Silence, by Sue Grafton. After writing and publishing this post I noticed that Sandee at Comedy Plus and Dawn at Twisted Sister both added a plot summary about their books in their posts. Dawn also pointed out how this Meme is a good way to learn about what other bloggers are reading. Consequently, I learned something from my two great friends Sandee at Comedy Plus and Dawn at Twisted Sister again, who encouraged me to rise to the occasion. Therefore, I will write more about the book by my side, S Is For Silence. S Is For Silence is part of an alphabet mystery series written by Sue Grafton. The protagonist,(Kinsey) is a private investigator and each books title starts with a different letter in the alphabet. For example, the first book is entitled, A Is For Alibi, and the rest of the series titles will continue through the alphabet until she reaches the letter Z -
With each series title the plot moves through whatever case Kinsey is investigating, although what I love most is watching Kinsey's character develop along the way. It's as if Sue Grafton allows the reader to view more about Kinsey's character and personality in each title. You will love this series if you love books that focus on plot, character development, or just love a good mystery- all the ingredients are there.
The next three sentences after the fifth sentence on page 123 are:
"She put out her cigarette. "You have any change?"
"What for?" he asked, but he was already digging in his pants pocket, coming up with a handful of coins.
This weeks Tuesday's Question asked, What Was Your Most Embarrassing Fashion Memory? Which meant to give an account of a time when you left the house feeling out of place or like something wasn't quite right.
Or to recount what you wore in high school, junior High or some other decade. You know, those times when you left home with other things on your mind beside what you were wearing... Well...my readers did a wonderful job of remembering their horrifying moments and they were kind of enough to share them with us. Thank goodness because they left the funniest replies I've read in some time.
Lately, I've been posting the answers/comments to Tuesday's Question on the same day that I posted the question. Because I'm afraid the search engines might think I'm posting the same post if I write the question one day and the answers the next with the same title. But I think it's funnier when you read the answers right after you read the question. In addition, you can read the comments all at once, rather than having to come back and read the comments throughout the day.
In any event, I decided to write another title and post the last Tuesday's Question's comments today. Then, I can ask you in a poll which way you like the best, or which way you think I should publish Tuesday's Question. I will put the poll up before I post the next question.
Oh, and by the way, the handsome fellow in the image is Eric from The SpeedcatHollydalePage. I used his picture on another Tuesday's Question post entitled How would we know You? in May of this year and he's so funny I couldn't resist using it again...I hope he doesn't sue me...
Anyway, before he does, I thought this picture would work perfectly for this post, especially since I'm celebrating Tuesday's Questions star bloggers this week, and Speedy is a Quiz Whiz badge recipient.
Alright, my lawyers have just informed me that I better hurry before he sees this post.
Here are your answers to this past Tuesday's Question, What Was Your Most Embarrassing Fashion Memory?
The answers started with my nightmare:
It was raining, so I ran to my car and jumped inside. I could see my neighbor from inside the car, waving to me, but the rain was so loud I couldn't hear him, only see his mouth moving as he stood in his doorway.
I wondered what he was trying to say. After all, I was running with a purse on top of my head in the pouring rain. Wasn't it obvious I couldn't hear him?
When I sat inside my car I was relieved to get out of the rain, except I was worried about keeping my eyes open while driving down the road. I had been working hard lately, trying to save money for this and that. Such as my cat Simon’s root canal and the outrageous cost of his therapy.
Every time something unexpected happens in my life, it threatens the wind in my sail, and throws my life as well as my hormones overboard. I'm afraid my ship will wreck before my dream ship has had time to dock. I’ll been o.k. though, well, I'll manage, but yesterday was one of those days when my "troubles looked as though they were here to stay," to quote, a Beatles song.
Hence, by the time I walked inside the grocery store, I was in a daze. I kept staring those long stares that never end, you know the long ones into thin air? When your eyes focus on a spot and you can’t move them? Then you yawn the long yawn that stretches your mouth open so wide a semi truck could plow over your tongue.
And I keep yawning the annoying yawn on the coffee isle of all places. I stood staring at the coffee on the shelf for I'm not sure how long, when at last someone woke me. I felt a hand lightly touch my shoulder and say, “Are you o.k. Miss? “
“What? Oh, I’m sorry. Yes, yes, I’m alright; why do you ask?” I said. Instead of answering with an “I’m sorry, I’ve just been tired lately." Because I thought that answer might make me sound delusional or on drugs.
I thought the stranger may go away but he keep looking at me as if I had recently entered the Earth’s atmosphere and decided to have a look around. I said, “I’m fine, sir," again thinking he would go about his business, but he continued his gaze. I could see his eyes look down my shirt, and then move back to my face, as if he was looking me over. It was creepy, so I said something like, "O.k., good day then” and scurried out of there to get my milk.
Then after I got my milk, I was shocked to discover another starer in the grocery line. It was weird; I mean I could understand why someone may be concerned about why I was staring into space, but that was one person, now another person was staring at me. They weren't "staring into space" like I had the decency to do, they were staring at people. I hate it when people stare at you, because you don't know whether you should stare back, wave, look quickly the other way or what, since you don't want to appear too threatening or too friendly.
Anyway to sum up this brief excerpt, the cashier stared at me too, in fact, she looked as if she took pity on me and the guy that bagged my groceries smiled sweetly and said, "Hang in there. We all have bad days." I have never wanted to get out of a place so fast in my life, it was like living in a bad episode of the Twilight Zone.
On the way home my blood ran cold at the thought of so many people finding me so interesting all of a sudden. After all, what was the big deal about staring into space in the grocery store? I mean we've all done it, right? Plus, most of the people who were staring at me didn't witness me staring at the shelves on the vegetable aisle anyway.
When I finally returned home and brought my groceries in the house, I called to my son to come and carry the heavy bags for me, but when he saw me he looked startled- then he started laughing. I said, "What is it? Everyone keeps looking at me like I have egg on my face. What in the world is it son? You tell me right now."
He playfully took me by the hand and brought me before the bathroom mirror and everything fell into place. Although I was humiliated by what I saw: My blouse was on inside out, I had eye make-up on one eye and not the other, or better yet, I had make up on one side of my face and not the other and I wore a different earring in each ear.
You know I don't have one. I can look at some old pics and laugh at the make-up we wore back then but I looked just like everyone else, so no harm, no foul.
I once left the house without my skirt but it was winter and I had a long coat on so no one knew but me - I got all the way into the subway when I realized that the draft I was feeling was my lack of skirt! I was wearing a body suit and somehow in my rush to get dressed I grabbed my coat before my skirt. (I had a studio apartment and only one closet so coats and clothes were all in the same closet, which happened to be in the entry hall).
I would never wear any of the clothes I wore when I was young, not because they were inappropriate, they were right for the times, but I would never even fit into them today. Let's face it a chubby 62 year old woman should not wear hot pants! (But I have a pic of me at 25 in hot pants - ooh-la-la I looked good!)
November 13, 2008 7:45 PM Delete
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kim at Purplefrogcat
I hate it when i decide to wear a skirt it happens to windy as hell that day...sometimes i still don`t realize that i put on a black bra then i white t-shirt..What the hell was i thinking?not thinking at all cause i am trying to rush out of the house chasing the kids..
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't worry, next up is a comment from the hilarious Daisy, The Curly Cat...
From Daisy's Mom: My biggest fashion secret is that my cat dresses better than me. And has more outfits. Oh dear!
November 14, 2008 5:26 AM
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next is from the fun and always funny Maunie at Maunie's World
On my birthday, a black day indeed, I wore a white leather skirt...mini mini, a pair of white boots, a white hat perched on my head...and a white jacket...Of course, I had on a black tee.
You have to forgive me though, it was the big three "o"
I thought I looked amazing...hubby was in New York and I felt sorry for myself so I grabbed two girlfriends and off we went...now looking at the picture I look like a "hooker out of a job"
I do have to say I got hit on a lot...even though we just went out to eat and to a jazz bar...
well what do I win honey for exposing myself like this...yeah, yeah, all in good fun but I bet you can see that image for a long time...
I don't have a story either. There are some styles in the past that I cringe at, like polyester. But I really don't have a horror story.
I loved your shirt on inside out and half makeup and half not. Just goes to show you that you just have to take the time to look at yourself before leaving the house.
Have a great day and weekend sweetie. Big hug and lotsa lovies. :)
November 14, 2008 8:33 AM
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Then Dan from Using Humor bravely recounted his high school garments...
In High School For some reason, known to no one, I purchased, and wore, a bright yellow pair of hip hugger bell bottom pants and a matching yellow silky shirt, and wore them with a pair of four inch platform shoes. Even I realized I looked like a Canary the second and last time I wore the outfit.
And get ready to laugh yourself sill when you read this one from Sue at SanityonEdge
Annie, maybe this is not really a fashion embarrassment, but here it is. My Hubby and I were invited to a get together with some of his friends at work. There were going to be people we did not know there so we wanted to make an impression (stupid,stupid stupid) We smeared instant tan stuff all over our bodies, and because we could not see a difference we smeared more, and then smeared more. By the time it came for us to leave we both looked like pumpkins! Of course I am sure we looked as stupid as we felt. I will never ever do that again!
Then Maunie from Maunie James had a delayed reaction to my fashion nightmare...(laughing)
errr ummm how do you put your make-up on half your face? You are scaring me honey...I have to confess once when I was helping out a friend over at head-start I had a couple of brownies with hash added and none of us knew...I was going to a wake and three times I ran upstairs to put on my make-up...when I came down the last time I scared the kids...they actually screamed and so I washed my face...I managed to put it on three times but never half a face...hummm
The first thing I'm reminded of was about 1988. I was about to walk out of the bathroom at work and a coworker (bless her heart) stopped me because the back of my skirt was all stuffed into my pantyhose. If I were more vain, I would have at least checked my ass to make sure there was nothing funny going on back there - sheesh!
Then Abelle at Only In Silence kept the laughing going...we were on a roll...
I was and still am not so much into fashion. But one thing that I felt really embarrassed recently was when I was on the way to pick up Jeff from school.
The school was about 300meters away from where we live, and since we don't have a car, I took a jeepney (a public transport here in the Philippines) and from the jeepney stop, a 30-meter walk to the school. While I was walking, I felt something went loose inside my shirt. And seconds later, I came to realize that it was no other than - my bra!
I always wear my hair in pony tails. The good thing here is I have long hair which goes down to the middle of my back. So while walking a bit faster now, I 'un-pony tailed' my hair and let it loose so that people behind me won't notice what just happened.
The second I entered the gate of the school, I immediately looked for the girls' room, which by then was filled with some high schools and grade school girls. They looked at me as if their eyes were saying, 'What is this old lady doing in here?'. You know, it's not usual that parents go in there. I directly went in a cubicle, hooked my bra that has just decided to unhook itself, then went out and waited for Jeff near the gate.
That's it. Not so much of a fashion story, but it can pass as a horror story ;o)
November 15, 2008 12:44 AM
And Abelle, I think your story qualifies as both a fashion and a horror story, like mine...
And last, but certainly not least, The Muse at A Diva's Hammer...Wielded By The Muse wrote the kindest comment. Her words truthfully made my day, as well as crystallized the effort involved in putting this post together. Because sometimes you're not sure if you're making a difference, until people are thoughtful enough to write extraordinary kindnesses.
Thank you for making my day, The Muse, and I'm glad we made you smile.
Here's her comment:
LOL I loved this post!... On a day that has been ALL work, and seriously so, you have given me the opportunity to simply Enjoy life...LOL! Thank you!
November 15, 2008 10:29 A
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Thanks to every single one of you for your hilariously fun comments and for making Tuesday's Question a fun, open and thoughtful post every week. You're simply the coolest people I know...(don't tell the people I know who don't blog I wrote that. )
This weeks Saturday Movie moment will be posted tomorrow, due to the celebration of Tuesday's Question and the introduction of the Quiz Whiz Badges. Also, since I have so many posts published in relation to Tuesday's Question I will put the original question for this post in draft, particularly since it's the same post with your comments included.
And congrats to the following blogger's who answered this question who are now recipients of the Quiz Whiz Badge: Sandee at Comedy Plus, Grace at Broadway Matron, Kim at Purplefrogcat, Daisy at Daisy The Curly Cat, Maunie at Maunie's World, Sue or Ettarose at Sanity on Edge, Jackie at The Painted Veil, Abelle at Only In Silence...and for the rest of you, come back you're times a comin.'
Thanks everybody and do me a favor and have a fun, fun, fun weekend~
Cheers to Patti for making me think up this list: ten books that have influenced me most. It was interesting to see what pattern they show. Anyway, here she goes:
Pippi Longstocking by Astrid Lundgren If you’ve been following my blog a while, you know how much I love Pippi. Pippi taught me that freckles are great, and being different is cool. We need a YA Pippi, one who doesn’t worry so much about which hot boy to choose, but instead thinks of different ways to use a wedding dress. Like as a hammock for her veranda.
The BFG by Roald Dahl I loved disappearing into Roald Dahl’s books—they’re the ones I read with a flashlight, under the covers, when I should’ve been sleeping. If I had to pinpoint where my passion for reading began, it would be with this book.
Crusade in Jeans by Thea Beckman This one’s one of my favorite middle-grade books—it taught me history can be cool.
Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise Sagan I read this in my early teens and again as an adult. I think the writer was in her teens when she wrote it.
The ABC Murders by Agatha Christie Agatha Christie showed me how much I love a good mystery. I devoured her books.
John Sanford’s Prey series After I didn’t read for almost ten years (shame on me), a friend gave me one of Sanford’s paperbacks to read while I was on bed rest (pregnant with first daughter). This book reignited my passion for reading.
A is for Alibi by Sue Grafton Sue Grafton taught me that mysteries are cool, and that they’re even cooler with a butt-kicking protag.
The Safe House by Nicci French This book taught me how to create the perfect twist—read it and you’ll know what I’m talking about. I hope to write a suspense like that some day.
Drums, Girls, and Dangerous Pie by Jordan Sonnenblick This book was recommended to me when I was thinking about writing YA, and I absolutely fell in love with the book and the genre. Best YA voice. Ever.
Rat Life by Tedd Arnold My most recent pick, this YA is a perfect example of great crime fiction written for teens. It’s a favorite of mine—wish I could write like that.
Sometimes I get so busy with kids and deadlines and life in general that I forget why I like being an illustrator. When I was a kid, I used to draw and paint just for fun and I spent hours just drawing and not really having a clear direction where it was going. Sometimes I have to remind myself to do more of that. In fact, I think I'm going to try and post one "for fun" illo every week. This week's entry is evil scientist guy or scary dentist guy. Open wide... :)