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Fans of Scott Westerfeld rejoice! For there is a book of essays about the Uglies series, and the first one is by me!
The book is called Mind Rain.
In Extras, the last book in Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies series, Aya tells us that when Tally Youngblood made the mind-rain fall, it cured all the pretties and changed the world forever. But Tally and her friends did more than change their world; they changed ours too.
Mind-Rain continues what Tally started, with startling, funny and insightful essays on the world, characters and ideas of the Uglies series, plus the short story that inspired Westerfeld to write the books in the first place.
Think you know everything about Tally’s world? After Mind-Rain, you'll never look at the Uglies series the same way again.
With Pieces From …
- Lili Wilkinson
- Robin Wasserman
- Diana Peterfreund
- Sarah Beth Durst
- Gail Sidonie Sobat
- Rosemary Clement-Moore
- J. Fitzgerald McCurdy
- Janette Rallison
- Linda Gerber
- Charles Beaumont
- Ted Chiang
- Will Shetterly
- Jennifer Lynn Barnes
- Delia Sherman
You can read an excerpt
here.
I keep going to schools and things and people don't recognise me because my author photo is old and I now have different hair. So I got Dad to take some photos to try and get a new one.
Which do you like best?
I'm not sure I like any of them.
I had my astrological chart done yesterday. It's not really the sort of thing I'd normally do - it was a birthday present from some friends. But it turned out to be very interesting.
I don't believe in astrology. I don't think that what time of day I was born affected my personality. But I think that there are common experiences of being a human, and therefore humanity has common stories. These stories - myths, fairy tales, fables - are useful in interpreting our own lives and stories, and understanding what it means to be human. So astrology is a bit like that - it's a fictional construct, but a useful tool to help us understand ourselves a little better.
So here's what I learnt about myself yesterday. I'm an Aries Sun, Aries Ascendant, Aries Mars and Aries Venus. This is a lot of Aries. I am headstrong, fiery, bossy, curious, creative. I'm independent but not alone. I have a Taurus Moon, which makes me take all my Aries energy and ground it, turning it into something practical and valuable - like writing books.
Anyway. One of the most interesting things that the astrologer said was my relationship to the feminine. She said that other bits of my chart indicated that part of my "quest" was to champion the feminine, and bring it to the fore not as an opposition to the masculine, but as an equal, a compliment. Which resonated quite a lot given the ranting I've been doing lately about women's stories and female protagonists.
The astrologer also told me the Sumerian myth of Inanna and Ereshkigal, which I shall repeat here later this week, as it's one of my new favourite stories.
I am interviewed by the lovely Steph Bowe over at Hey, Teenager of the Year, talking about superpowers, imaginary friends and books, books, books.
I have open the page to post at least a dozen times.
I started a post about Cassie being the only dog to bark through more than half of her class at Canine High School. I deleted it. I wanted, and could, connect it to writing but it would take more time that I had to post at the moment.
I started a post about all the things I am have messed up lately and the emotional effect that is having on me. I deleted it. Why bring anyone else into my Eeyore room?
I started a post about the presentation I'm working on about social media and writers. I deleted it. I'm really grateful to the people who have answered my survey (and if you haven't yet, there's still time) but I decided that rather than post about it I would just tell you that I am going to teach an online class about and you can let me know if you want to be notified when that happens.
Which brings me to this post, which is not much of a post, which makes me feel like I have forgotten how to blog.
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Jacqui is offline.
Jacqui is trying to sleep.
Jacqui's son posted a note: "MAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA!"
Jacqui is turning off the baby monitor.
Jacqui's cats have sent her a "pawful of litter to the face."
Jacqui is fine I'm up okay?!
Jacqui blocked the application "Morning Breath."
Jacqui is trying to pour milk into a sippy cup without opening her eyes.
Jacqui is reading Richard Scarry's THINGS THAT MOVE. Again.
Jacqui is no longer part of the group "People Who Shower Daily."
Jacqui is a fan of caffeine.
Jacqui wonders if kids can OD on frozen waffles.
Jacqui is even if they're organic?
Jacqui is no longer a fan of winter.
Jacqui refuses to accept responsibility for the fact that it's freezing and you have to wear a coat.
Jacqui's daughter posted the note: "25 Random Things I Have to Touch When I Am Supposed To Be Brushing My Teeth."
Jacqui should have left ten minutes ago.
Jacqui's children are no longer members of the group "People To Whom Jacqui Is Speaking Nicely."
Jacqui is pulling her son out of the driver's seat.
Jacqui's daughter is not attending the event "First Five Minutes of School."
Jacqui is snabblefrug.
Jacqui is a fan of day care.
Jacqui is wracked with guilt over that snabblefrug.
Jacqui is practicing deep breathing.
Jacqui should be writing.
Jacqui is the Queen of Text Twist.
Jacqui just has to do this one more thing.
Jacqui is staring at the blank page.
Jacqui has nothing to say.
Jacqui is no longer a fan of her novel.
Jacqui is fine just write something already you loser.
Jacqui wrote a whole page.
Jacqui wrote three more.
Jacqui is writing.
Remember my office? Remember how I excited I was about it? How I promised to clean it up? Hmm. Let's just say it got to the point where I would just crack the door, toss junk inside, and slam the door before anything fell on me.
This week, though, it was suggested to me by the guy from that show Clean Sweep a very wise friend that clutter in one's work space is a sign that one is terrified of the novel one is supposed to be writing not taking one's work seriously. Obviously this person has access to my internet records doesn't know anything.
I worked and worked. I bribed Destructo with all the masking tape he could eat and we worked for two hours. And voila!
I know. But look at the clear desk top! I sat there for two hours today and wrote and wrote and wrote. Baby steps, people.
Scatterheart is in German!
It's my first overseas edition, my first translation AND my first hardcover. AND my first book with SPARKLES. It is as SPARKLY as the SPARKLIEST of vampires.
The best thing about being in another language, is running the blurb through Google Translator. Thus:
Als Hannah Cheshire den Heiratsantrag ihres Hauslehrers Thomas Behr ablehnt, ahnt sie nicht, dass sie damit ihr Schicksal fur immer beseiglt. Von einem Moment auf den anderen verwandelt sich ihr wohlbehutetes Leben in einen Albtraum. Und ihr wird klar, dass ihre Vergangenheit auf einer einzigen groben Luge beruhte...
...becomes:
As Hannah Cheshire the marriage of their teacher's house rejects Thomas Behr, an idea they did not put them so that their fate for ever beseiglt. From one moment to the other wohlbehutetes transforms her life into a nightmare. And it is clear that their past on a single broad based Luge ...
Which pretty much sums up the book.
Scatterheart is published in Germany by
Coppenrath.
The narrative of this lovely, lyrical novel unfolds in short vignettes, like a delicate bird skimming just over the water, dipping now and then to leave deepening ripples on the surface.
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I am returned from Phili Byland, where much food and drink was consumed, games were played, films were watched, books were read, and bracingly-cold swims were taken. Now I am all invigorated for 2009!
I'm looking forward to:
- the publication of Pink and Angelfish this year
- a UK trip which will include seeing Snazzy in Cardiff, going to a Diana Wynne Jones conference in Bristol, and the Edinburgh Book Festival
- Reading Matters 09
- getting my quota of slashy lols in Merlin
- good books, good cheese, good wine, good TV, good friends.
I have no New Year's Resolutions, just Epic Plans.
In which I explain why some of you saw my superhero name briefly this weekend.
It was bad enough when The Mighty Thor and I sat down at the Golden Compass website to discover our daemons. Thor got a snow leopard. Sweet, eh? Yeah, mine was a raccoon. Dissatisfied, I took the whole thing over. Raccoon again. So my daemon, my alter-ego, the reflection of the inner Me, is a rat in a mask.
Sunday, I was revising avoiding dishes screwing around on the internet and came across the Superhero Name Generator.* And got this:
Your superhero name is...
The Sensational Weirdo
Sigh. The Sensational Weirdo. It's so true, I fear. And I was laughing so hard I hit "publish" which makes me both weird and technically unqualified to blog. Double sigh. At least there is chocolate. Oh, wait. I ate it all.
*Someone linked me there. I can't remember who. If it was you, I'm sorry not to give you credit.
In which I reveal the depths of my childhood dorkiness.
Oh, the things I have found this week! My parents moved recently and sent me this:
17 boxes full of stuff from my childhood. The pile includes all my old books, every card anyone sent back RSVPing to my Bat Mitzvah, and a box I haven't opened yet which my sister has labeled "Jacqui: Toys From College."
Tonight I reached randomly into the first box and found treasure: my Names Notebook. For three years, I kept track of every single girl's name I could think of or came across. I wrote them all down in a black composition notebook, one letter of the alphabet per page, like this:
There are 568 names in here, starting with Alison, ending with Zari, and passing Efraziti (which I have to use in a book someday) and Moon Unit ("as in Zappa!!!" I wrote), though not including Tinkerbell or her actual name. The cool thing is that I'm not positive why I decided to keep the Names Notebook, but I have a hazy memory that it was so that I'd have names for characters someday, if I ever, gasp, got to be a real, live author.
Now, you may be thinking, "That's not so dorky." Just wait. Peruse briefly that first page where I have invented 45 punny names from "Idy Testchew" to "Bo Nannah." Now flip to the almost end of the notebook. No, not the last five pages, on which I seem to have written and solved long division problems involving fractions, apparently just for fun, which I then circled and numbered in order of difficulty. Go to the Z names, and then turn one further, which brings us to this:
Yup. That's a dated running record of how many names I'd collected, including a key to the symbols I used to codify the words by spelling, uniqueness, and gender ambiguity. It's updated almost every time I added a new name. Note my excitement at 500. Yup, that says, "Let's party!!" Twice.
Don't laugh. At least I know my dork cred is legit. What you got?
And if you need names for your NaNoWriMo characters, you know where to come...
EDITED TO ADD:
Concerned I might either out-dork him or run off with Cindy (see comments) The Mighty Thor (failed Eagle Scout) admits: "You know how Boy Scouts have merit badges? I was unhappy with the merit badges that existed, so I made up 50 of my own. I designed actual badges for them and painted them onto cardboard circles so I could display them. These extra badges included such achievements as "Illuminati" (for playing the board game Illuminati well), "Communist" (where you learned a lot about Karl Marx), and "Calculus" (self-explanatory).
Oh my. Do we deserve each other or what?
In which you get a glimpse of how quickly my mood can change.
I am revising. Again. One last scene needs fixed. One last teeny tiny little one scene in a book full of fabulousness that I love. One scene. All I have to do is quick re-write it and the whole thing will come together like a well-poofed soufflé. All I have to do is figure out what's going to happen in the scene and then quick re-write it. Well, write it, really, since it's going to be all new. Okay, all I have to do is figure out what's going to happen, compose an entirely new scene a little earlier on that foreshadows it, and then quick write the one little scene all over again. And then go through the rest of the end of the book and make sure it still makes sense. And then...
Sigh. Revising is like pulling a thread on a sweater; one little tug and you have to re-knit the whole thing.* Makes me swing wildly between "this is the best book ever" and "wow, this is absolutely rotten." Did you ever read the great Remy Charlip picture book Fortunately? If not, go read it. Much fun.
Fortunately Jacqui has a cool job like writer.
Unfortunately, she has to revise.
Fortunately, it's just one scene.
Unfortunately, she doesn't know what should happen in the scene and everything she writes is drivel.
Fortunately, she still has chocolate.
Unfortunately, it's all apparently laced with melamine.
Fortunately, she has these three things to make her smile:
1. This post from Jacqui's Room is now at the top of the list of sites that come up if you Google "What are milk and poultry made up of?"
2. Baseball playoffs start soon.
3. I got fan mail yesterday. Complete with a hand-drawn picture of me dressed as a princess and, yes, the words "best book ever" in reference to The New Girl...And Me. Which I wrote. Do I have the best job in the world or what?
* Note I said "you" have to re-knit the whole thing. I'm not doing it. I can't knit.
... that modern science can gather samples from the surface of Mars, perform heart surgery on an unborn fetus, and clone a pit bull...
...and yet be unable to invent a cold medicine that will stop my drip long enough to let me sleep without making me wake up feeling like somebody dropped an anvil on my head?
For The (Not Quite) Perfect Boyfriend, this time from Sue Bursztynski at January Magazine.
Yes, it’s a teen romance and yes, it sticks to the formula that the heroine, something of a Cinderella, falls for the good-looking guy, who turns out to be a pill, and then ends up with the nice boy she has considered just a friend throughout the story (or, in this story, the one she finds irritating, but has to work with). But there’s more to it and this one is very funny.
Um, have I mentioned that we just moved? Oh, I did? 100 times? Sorry. Well, one of the many great things about the new house is that I HAVE MY OWN WRITING SPACE.
I was at a Michigan writers schmooze at the fabulous Shutta Crum's house this weekend and we talked about the ways in which we tell our brains it's time to leave the real world behind and begin writing. I use music. I choose an album or make a playlist for my iPod that reminds me of the tone of my book and I listen to it every time I write. I am very trainable in Pavlovian ways, so soon, whenever I hear that music, I get into my "writing space," even if I'm in the library or the kitchen or wherever.
But to have one's own room, like Virginia Woolf, in which to close the door on the chaos and the chores and to be a Writer. Yum. Check out Woolf's space.* Can't you just see her sitting there, scratching out bits of Orlando and gazing out the window?
Now, I too have a physical writing space. I can just open the door and step inside and be filled with creativity, inspiration, and focus. Come with me a minute. Here we go, I am opening the door and stepping inside. And I see this:
Okay, it may need some work.
How do you get in the mood?
* The Guardian's series on writers' rooms is great procrastination/inspiration.
1. Completely rewrite ending of novel*
2. Unpack everything I own
3. Finish last 200 pages of The House of Green the Seven Gables.
4. Invent and post creative, insightful, hilarious response to The House of Green the Seven Gables
5. Remove poison sumac from new back play yard
6. Babyproof new house**
7. Sell old house
8. Run three miles
9. Make homemade potato leek soup
I am not making this up. Sigh. Marvel at my realistic expectations for myself.
Going to peel potatoes. See you Monday.
* Yes, it's true. I talked to my agent this week. She insists the ending be "legally plausible." She is SO PICKY.
** Ha. Captain Destructo here. Me interrupt blog to say ha ha ha to that. As if. You try. Me can knock baby gates down now. Me can break cabinet locks. Me eat poison sumac. Mwa ha ha ha.
In which I reveal I am sort of a math geek and eventually get to something related to writing for kids.
I love numbers. I love numbers and I am actually quite good at math. There. I said it. This is not something cool to say amongst writers anywhere. But I confessed to some folks this week and it felt so good to be outed I want to shout it from the tree tops.
"I love numbers!"
Today is 8/8/8. Sweet. I can't remember what I did on 7/7/7, but I remember 9/9/99 was my birthday and that was also sweet. 9/9/81 was my tenth birthday and I was already so excited to be turning DOUBLE DIGITS and then my number-loving Grandma Myra pointed out that it was also, oh. my. god. SQUARE ROOT DAY.* Number bliss.
On 8/8/88 I went to a Crosby, Stills, Nash and maybe Young concert with my friends.** We talked about it for weeks, about how great the concert was going to be and how beautiful and life-changing and important, and given that this one concert might change the very core of who we were just by having been there, how cool it was that it was falling on 8/8/88, this day that had to have some extra magic in it by virtue of its 8-ness. So at 8pm on 8/8/88, we were standing on chairs and singing along at the top of our lungs and, yes, it was magic.
And this is where I get into writing for kids. It was a concert. Did it change my life, really? No. But I thought it might, and so it was important to me, so important that I remember it vividly 20 years later. From an adult perspective, life is long, this is one concert, the eights are just numbers, just a date. But to my teen self, the concert was life itself.
It is easy to remember the magic of early childhood, the caterpillars turning into butterflies that just might be fairies magic that my daughter Tinkerbell sees everywhere now. It is harder, I think, to remember the magic that stayed with us as teens. I mean the magic that filled every day, every interaction with IMPORTANCE, the magic that let us fall in mad, passionate, heart-wrenching love in a week, the magic that made it possible for one concert to seem like if I missed it, the rest of my life would have a hole in it. As writers for kids of any age, we must respect that magic and how real it is. And our books must be full of it too, even when it seems "unrealistic" to our sadly magic-lacking grown-up selves.
I am moving today, not very far away, but still, it's a change. And I have just enough of the sense of numbers magic still in me to be happy it's today, because maybe the numbers symmetry will lend us some magic in the change.
Happy 8/8/8 everyone.
*because 9 times 9 makes 81, in case you didn't catch it.
** This was obviously after my poser punk phase, when I was experimenting with hippie.
I have a new book out!
It's my first ever Pink Book, and I LOVED writing it. It contains the following things:
-spelling
-secrets
-imaginary boyfriends
-possessed Care Bears
-kissing
-vomit
-live action role playing
By: Catherine J Gardner,
on 7/28/2008
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Stole this one from Thomas Kingsley Troupe
1. Do you like blue cheese? Never tried it.
2. Have you ever smoked? No
3. Do you own a gun? 100% No
4. What flavor Kool Aid was your favorite? What's Kool Aid?
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yes
6. What do you think of hot dogs? Love them, especially with onions and ketchup.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? The Nightmare before Christmas (well it has xmas in the title)
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Water
9. Can you do push ups? No
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? A Swarovski Crystal Ring
11. Favorite hobby? Writing.
12. Do you have A.D.D. ? No.
13. Do you wear glasses/contacts? No, but I should wear glasses for distance - I like bumping into things.
14.Middle name? Janet (I hate it)
15. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? When will I hear back from the 'Full' requests; Will I get this finished before I need to log off; Is TPA II as funny as TPA I.
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, Tea, Pure Lemon Juice
17. Current worry? Will I get an agent?
18. Current hate right now? Thunder Storms
19. Favorite place to be? Home
20. How did you bring in the new year. In bed. I hate New Year.
21. Where would you like to go? So many places - New York, San Francisco, Hawaii, Venice, Pompeii.
22. Name three people who will complete this? No idea.
23. Do you own slippers? Yes, Betty Boop ones.
24 What shirt are you wearing? I'm not...
25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? No.
26. Can you whistle? Badly
27. Favorite color? Green (go figure!)
28. Would you be a pirate? YES! I love being on the water. I love bright shiny things.
29. What songs do you sing in the shower? The sun will come out tomorrow (from Annie)
30. Favorite Girl's Name? Elizabeth
31. Favorite boy's name? Benjamin
32. What's in your pocket right now? I haven't got a pocket.
33. Last thing that made you laugh? My niece yesterday.
34. What vehicle do you drive? Don't.
35. Worst injury you've ever had? Black eye (walked into a lampost)
36. Do you love where you live? Hate it.
37. How many TVs do you have in your house? One
Hi everyone! Okay, I finally have some great news to break to all of you. Check out this Sneak Peek of ribbons I designed for jcaroline creative earlier this year. Here is one design, as posted on the jcaroline blog...you will have to go and look at the others. There are even more to come, but this is just a peek at the first few releases. The ribbons will be sold through jcaroline's online shop! She has so many fantastic, "drool worthy" fabrics, papers and accessories in her shop....I love browsing.
And...
Remember this illustration I created a while back? It was spotted by Nikki at DewDrop Craftz in the UK last winter, and now she is carrying it as a rubber craft stamp in her online shop! This is my first design for her, but we have lots of other products in the works. I will announce them here on my blog as they come to fruition.
What a good meme nicked from Penni!
How to play:
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr Search.
b. Using only the first page, pick an image.
c. Copy and paste each of the URLs for the images into fd's mosaic maker.
The Questions:
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What high school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One Word to describe you.
12. Your flickr name
In which I learn what a meme is and try to remember 2003.
Most of you know I came to this public blogging business late and hesitant. I still giggle whenever I say "my blog." But this week Vijaya "tagged" me for a "meme" in a comment, which apparently means I have been dragged kicking and screaming into the blogosphere.
A "meme" is an online chain letter, and I must admit I kinda feel about them the way I feel about actual chain letters or email chain letters. They are called "memes" because they are where you write all about me. Okay, I made that up. I have no idea why they're called that. But I'm going to do just this one, because it's my first, and because Vijaya was kind enough to come to Jacqui's Room when she doesn't know me from Adam except online.
So. Here are the rules:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags five people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged and asking them to read the player's blog.
4. Let the person who tagged you know when you've posted your answer.
But I, of course, am bending the rules. First, I think Vijaya was right that this should be five things in five questions to make a perfect square. So I just did five.
What were you doing five years ago?
Being deluded.
Staying home full time with my 9 month old, feeling convinced I was through "the hard part" of parenting. Riding the high of having signed the contract for The New Girl...And Me, and feeling convinced it would come out any day and I'd be famous by fall. Interviewing for teaching positions, and feeling convinced I could bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, be the greatest mom in the world, and write Two of a Kind.
Sigh.
What are five things on your to-do list for today (not in any particular order)?
Read 100 pages of Don Quixote. Clean my house for 100th time this week. Go through whole YA novel and revise for details. Pick up farm share and convince children to eat braised mustard greens. Run.
What are five snacks you enjoy?
Pears & cheese, apples & peanut butter, carrots & hummus, any kind of berry, and candy corn
What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?
Pay off my mortgage and a couple of other people’s, save enough for my children never to have to worry about money, hire a man servant personal assistant, only drink fresh squeezed organic orange juice, and give the rest away
What are five of your bad habits?
Yammering endlessly, procrastinating, leaving the dishes for tomorrow, obsessing, forgetting sunscreen…
Now I am supposed to tag someone else. So I tag you. Pick a question and answer in the comments. Or let us know where to find your answers.
There. I am a real blogger. Tee hee.
©Kathleen Rietz
I was tagged by both Alicia Padron and Andi Butler to post about my typical day. Well, I honestly do not have a typical day. It's sort of sad, now that I think about it. I would love to inject a little routine back into my life. There was a time when I made a really decent living frelancing, so I had freetime and worktime and balance in my life. Now I am pretty much all about work. I just finished up my second semester of teaching art at The Community School of the Arts at Wheaton College. Now I am teaching a 6 week course there called "The Art of the Sketchbook". That will take me through June, at which time I may take a 6 week intensive Adobe Illustrator class for myself at the local college here near my town. I really need to learn Illustrator. I work 2 afternoons per week at a chiropractic clinic, where I get free treatments, which is good because my back is so lousy and my insurance does not cover chiropractic. Plus, it gets me out of the house and I like helping others heal and manage their pain. The work I do has a direct and immediate impact on the lives of others, something I do not get to see much with my art. I also know that my smiling face may be the only smile a person gets all day, so I make sure I get to know each patient and give them a smile. Some evenings I get home and hit the gym, if I have the energy, which ends up being twice a week now (I often get home somewhere between 7 and 9). Usually have dinner around 10 or 11 at night. Then I stay up and check email and blogs and I get to work on my art projects, typically until around 4 or even 5am. On days I am not working outside the house, I am able to work all day, unless there are errands to run, and I do love the days I can work without interruption. I do make sure I take time to walk my dog, pretty much every day. Sometimes we go sit in a park. It is good for both of us. I often run into neighbors while I am out walking, so I chat with them a while. I also try to find time to do at least one new illustration for my website/portfolio each week, and update my website and other portfolio sites at least once a week. If I get to bed early (before 2:30am), I may watch a little Animal Planet or Food Network. I love to cook and I make nearly all of my meals from scratch. I get great ideas from Food Network. I also try to make sure I have time for the important people in my life every week, even if it is at odd hours. They seem to understand.
Check out Short, a new anthology edited by me!
It's lots of stories, pictures and bits by some famous people*, some new people, and some young people.
I really love the format of the book - it's pretty much pocket-sized, and it has a flip book of a jumping dog in each page corner.
It's a bit strange having a book with my name on it, when I didn't write any of it (except the introduction), but the whole process of curating the book - selecting the pieces, working on them with the writers, organising them into some kind of coherent flow - was a really amazing learning experience.
Available at a good bookshop near you, etc. Oh, and all royalties go to
Big Brothers, Big Sisters.
_______________
*including Penni Russon, Andy Griffiths, Tessa Duder, Steven Herrick, Julia Lawrinson and Simmone Howell. Just to name a few.
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The second one, with all the books in the background. Approachable (so good for school visits), casual yet comnposed. And there are books. Which are good and all.
I agree with Naomi, my vote's for the second. The third is my backup, because you're looking at the camera as well, but you look a little uncertain in that shot.
I like the second and the last. But the second is best.
:D
I vote number 2.
Having seen you bright and pretty in the flesh and looking at these in a dark monitor, I would say, get some more shots - I agree they are not really doing you justice! (No offence to your dad, though!)
Trust your gut, Lili.
2 is the best of a not-so-great-akshly lot. Sorry John. Three is particularly weird. IS NOT MAH LILLEH. IS CYBORG ROMANCE NOVELIST AND COLLECTOR OF SMALL PORCELAIN DOGS AND POSSIBLE EATER OF BABIES.
my vote is for the second one. i do like the first but the face is too forced and not really looking like the you i know...
You look sixteen and gorgeous in all of them. Have you looked at all the other author's pics? (Pretty sad bunch) You have nothing to worry about- send them all out into the world with glee.
Number 2. Cheeky, fun, intelligent and engaging. It's a really good shot.
Definitely 2 or 3 - 1 looks slightly manic.
Just boost the colours a bit in that last one and you'll look just like the green-skinned alien girl from Star Trek.
But if that's not the look you're going for, I say number one or two.
I like number one! I think you look beautiful in all of them though, you gorgeous thing.
What's good about these photos: it's you and you looked relaxed and youish. But yeah, there's something about lighting in professional shots that you can never quite replicate at home, unless you get a good bright but slightly overcast day outside.
I like the first and second, possibly the second more as it has the books in it. I don't know what it says about me, but the third looks like you're in a program about being touched by an angel.