Tuesday, January 31, 2012


Educators, writers, and parents, perk up your ears! I became a guest author for BoomWriter this week. BoomWriter is a website where a guest author starts a story (Chapter 1), the kids write their own Chapter 2 (they even work with an editor), and then the online community vote to see whose chapter wins. When an entire book is complete, the kids can purchase their own soft cover copy.

BoomWriter is in 600 schools already. Check out the website for more info!

Oh, my first story start is, I'M NOT A REAL ZOMBIE (BUT I PLAY ONE ON TV).

Saturday, January 21, 2012


Check out my latest story on knowonder! BASIL AND THE BREAD is a retelling of a middle-eastern folktale. Don't read it on an empty stomach!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Cultivating the Imagination

Ah! Those brilliant Bronte girls! Last night I watched an extensive documentary on the family, and was amazed at the level the Brontes lived inside their imaginations. The early loss of their mother and two older sisters seemed to drive them into imaginary worlds as a way to escape the pain of reality. Did you realize when they decided to write novels as a means of income, that they sat down and wrote AGNES GREY, WUTHERING HEIGHTS, and JANE EYRE in a period of two months!? Which proves how alive these characters and settings already were to the sisters. They wrote themselves. 

My agent, Bree Ogden, has a great post on inspiration and WUTHERING HEIGHTS. Read it here.

When I was a little girl, I was an absolute introvert. But I didn't need anyone to interact with outside of my mind. My parents had read to me early and much, and I had a whole landscape of characters I morphed into. Generally, I was a cat (my mother indulged me by pinning "tails" to my pants) going so far as to hiss and claw on all fours whenever we had company. My other favorite personas were mice (more tails) and bunnies (even more tails.) I recall spending one entire day as a fly, crawling backwards (I'd read they did that) and looking upside down at the ceiling, as if I were stuck to it. When I was bored at school, I would imagine my teachers and fellow classmates as their alter-ego animal selves, sometimes sticking to a certain species and sometimes creating a veritable mental zoo. Of course, as a teenager, my ultimate dream was to appear in CATS on Broadway.

I slept with my feet on my pillow, a la Pippi, became a spy with Harriet, and attempted, and very nearly ate, a fried worm. My mother even helped me fry it. She's the best. :)

As a freshman, I won an anonymous story contest by writing about a woman who hid her husband's head in a hatbox and kept it in her coat closet. That's all I remember of the tale, except that it was funny, and how I blushed when my classmates voted for it! 

I would love to tap into the imagination of my young self again. As I listen to the worlds my kids create as they play, I try to summons that younger me. I still love to pretend, only these days I call it writing and acting. Too much imagination can get you into scrapes, (as Anne Shirley will tell you) especially when you can no longer separate the two worlds (ask Branwell and Charolette Bronte.) But what a dull place this world would be without those of us who never really grow up. 

Lately writing has been such a refuge. I don't think I'll be able to churn out a decent novel in two months, but I've been surprised by my creative output. As a staff writer for a magazine, I have to submit several stories a month. I've been snatching at every idea that flits by, and quit being so careful. It's freeing. 

So, how do you release/tap into your imagination, especially when reality bites?

Sunday, January 1, 2012

New Year, New Stories!

Check out my story THE BEAN CURD BEAUTY on knowonder! I'm a staff writer for them now, so more stories to come! Leave a comment if you like the story! And HAPPY NEW YEAR to you! http://www.knowonder.com/category/knowonder-stories/

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