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Frequenting a court clustered between stores, restaurants, and cafes, the place takes on a world of its own. I’ve been sketching here for quite a long time. Long enough to know it has its courtiers, kings, queens, and jesters. Dogs have a special ascendance. They are lavished with particular affection.
I often see the same people. The man above looked like he was visiting. The logo of the football team on his sweatshirt was an indicator.
I was in town watching people and drawing in my sketchbook. I realized I needed spellcheck.
I was in town watching people and drawing in my sketchbook. I realized I needed spellcheck.
Taken by my daughter while doing one of my favorite things.
I want to thank friends of Allen’s Zoo as we approach the end of the year, the response to my work still amazes me. I also want to wish everyone a very happy New Year and albeit a belated Merry Christmas. The holidays arrived before I knew it.
Just sent off the biog copy for Sounds Spooky.
Christopher's early years were spent near a large old rumble-tumble falling down house which he would often visit (but only as far as the fence) and he was forever creating stories of spooky happenings there.
Now he lives with his wife in a very old and sometimes crotchety, inner-city Sydney terrace. There are often creaking floorboards, knocking windows, rustling curtains, tapping sounds and scratching roof noises that happen for no reason at all ... but there are no ghosts there - or are there?
Christopher has written the words for a children's musical, an animation and many fiction and non-fiction books. He has been a classroom teacher in schools and at the zoo, and he really enjoys playing with words and creating stories. He also loves bats, snakes and especially dragons!
Its a happening thing!
Look what the wonderful Sarah has created for the Bio Page of Sounds Spooky!
I've been eyes-wide awake in my bed for two hours and now that I've finally gotten up, this stupid blinking cursor is teasing me. It is 3:30 in the morning and in one way I could thank my lucky stars that I've finally gotten up early enough to write. On the other hand, I'm not feeling well, I'm going on a weekend vacation and the last thing I need is to be sick for a plane ride and a cruise. The funny thing is that I'm the best sleeper in the world. I can sleep anywhere. I love naps in sunny spaces. I go to bed early. Maybe it is taking me a little bit to get used to Daylight Savings. My brain is just awake. Of course, once my brain is awake in the middle of the night, I think about all the things that are stressing me out that I try to push away during daylight hours (some of which I can talk about here and now and some of which I can't).
This is about the time in the semester when I start having my crisis of confidence. I miss my VCFA community. I so wish there was a mid-term residency. Just a short one. A weekend maybe. A time to get back together to say, "Yes, this is important. Our stories are important. You should invest this time in something that will probably never pan out financially because you are a writer and writers write. Because your story needs to be told. Because someone out there, some teen, some child somewhere needs this story." Okay. Tears now. But remember that I've been up since 1 am and that my throat hurts and that I've got gunk where gunk shouldn't be.
I'm a little concerned too, that my grad lecture has the potential to turn into something much bigger than the 35 minutes of brilliance that it needs to be. I won't know until I spend some concentrated time on it and the concentration of time is very hard to find.
The current political situation in our state and country and the disasters abroad certainly don't help. How do we move through our lives in relative safety when a major part of a major country has been all but wiped out and is facing a possible nuclear melt down that will affect us all? How do we communicate to our own leaders that cutting 42 billion in vital programs and jobs while allowing 42 billion in tax cuts for the wealthiest people in our country is unacceptable?
Moreover, and on a note much closer to home, how do I communicate to my almost 12 year old that he doesn't have to see me as his antagonist for the next six years? Oh my, God the arguments are wearing me down!
And how do I do all this when I am alone? When my husband is away for work for extended periods of time? When I live in a place that requires a lot of driving? When I don't want to impose on my friends too much? How do I get a break?
So yes, I guess I can't sleep because I'm stressed. It certainly seems that way. At least I get a vacation this weekend and... would you look at the clock, 4 am... time to write.
Even though it is raining and in the mid 50's I can't get away from the question, "What are you doing this summer?" Yesterday was the last day of school for my students so I got to answer the question time and again. My summer is packed with trips and events. The first exciting event is my graduate residency at Vermont College of Fine Arts. The year of the thesis (Critical and Creative) has been extremely demanding and the graduation will be a chance for me to celebrate my own efforts and cheer on the fellow members of my class: The League of Extraordinary Cheese Sandwiches. As always it will be ten days of community, learning, and love but from a very different and special perspective.
After graduation I'm headed to LA to attend the SCBWI National conference. I've never been and can't wait. If anyone else is going please say hi in the comments and we can email each other. I'm hoping to add a new feature to my blog for the summer and fall. "Member Monday" will be a reposting of interesting goings ons at SCBWI as it affects New England from Headquarters and around the globe.
Later in August, you'll find me traveling through the Adirondacks and Western New York attending a family reunion and camping. Hopefully, there will be a few quiet days reading at the beach, gardening, biking, and running. I'll be finishing the novel that I'm turning in for my creative thesis and then September brings the infamous-- Hunt for an Agent. (More about that later.)
What are you doing this summer?
1. I just finished marking up and responding to six-one page letters from my pre-college English class. Two more will arrive over the weekend via snail mail. I marked up each one in Word then wrote a one page letter back to each of them. My head is pounding from the exercise. I can't even imagine what it is like to get 40 pages from an MFA candidate. God bless my VCFA professors. I can't believe how lucky I was to have each one of you.
2. This is the end of week one. Sixty three weeks to go. I'm so tired already. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, send me a private message.)
3. Rowed twice this week. No running, no biking, no swimming. Must figure this out. I need it to clear my head. Two new swimsuits arrived in the mail today though. Here's a picture of the suit for our "Angry Kitties" all girl (and allies) Triathlon group.
4. I had a pretty good week of writing. Not perfect but about three out of five days. One day was especially productive and lovely where all the ideas flowed easily. I'll try and make up for it this weekend.
5. Exciting things going on this weekend if you are an illustrator. First, Hazel Mitchel is meeting foks at the MOFGA Common Ground Fair in Unity Maine for a meet-up/sketch crawl. You can message her on Twitter @TheWackyBrit. The Massachusetts Independent Comic Expo is going on this weekend info here. And the Maine Illustrators' Collective meeting is Sunday the 25th. More info here.
1.This morning I braved our first frost and went on a bike ride. I came back with numb toes and fingers, but it was just beautiful. Perhaps it's time to move my bike riding inside. I'm amazed by the people who commute by bike all winter long.
2. My kids have a four day weekend. Today is a teacher furlough day, and while I'm happy to have my children home, I'm unhappy that our teachers are loosing pay.
3. With kiddos around there will be cleaning. Beware all you piles of dog fur in the corners! Stand back pile of laundry! We will defeat you.
4. I had a few wonderful writing days this week with high word counts, and dramatic scenes. I can really feel the forward movement of the manuscript (profluence, thank you Sarah Aronson). Very exciting to be climbing out of the muddy middle.
5. Monday, October 10th is my 18th Wedding Anniversary.
And you haven't even seen my post yet.
Thanks so much for visiting. I'm taking the day off for my birthday. Book Review Wednesday will return next week.
Please feel free to check out the review archives especially the post for Melissa Sweet's, Balloons Over Broadway which just won the Nonfiction award at the ALA Mid-Winter conference.
On Monday I'll post a round-up of the SCBWI New York conference.
Have a great weekend!
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As seen at various times of day.
Pictured above for those of you who don’t know, the zookeeper of Allen’s Zoo exploring at one of my favorite places.
I saw something while exploring the intertidal zone today I’m not likely to see for a while again if at all. While looking at the usually seen inhabitants, (hermit crabs, sea stars) I rounded a rock and saw what I initially thought was the largest sea star I’d ever seen. It was about two and a half feet long (.7 meters). My mind making sense of something I’d never seen in the wild. Then realized then it wasn’t a sea star. It was a Pacific Octopus. I recognized the coloration from images in books I’ve used as reference. Although I know they happen around these ocean zones I didn’t know if it was still alive. It was not in water. I reached for my camera then remembered took the batteries out yesterday as they needed to be replaced. I then thought it probably wasn’t alive and waiting for the tide like the other things in the intertidal zone. It’d be sad to take a photograph of it then.
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A Young Girl Reading by Jean-Honoré Fragonard
|(Taken in September 2010)|
|Suzanne and me in 2007|
|(But I can still meet wonderful authors like Richard Peck at book signings anywhere)|
|Yes, we were still using DOS computers|
|The ceiling leaked when it rained|