Category: Random Notes and Errata

HUZZAH! The sticker at last. At least, it’s landed on this side of the Atlantic. The CSK sticker shows up on Amazon even in the UK.

This is a better spot than where it was right after the ALA press conference – on the left, halfway on Mare’s helmet. I’d hate to be the person who has to decide where all of the stickers go when the awards are over… but I think this works.

And now, I must tell you a funny: you see how on the cover of the book, my name has no capital letters? In the ALA news release, my name had… no capital letters. And I’ve started to see my name showing up in people’s reviews and blogs and on the ALA website… with no capital letters.

I am now apparently related to e.e. cummings, thanks to the book designers for MARE’S WAR.

*snicker*

To be honest, I don’t care, I just think it’s funny that people are writing my name in a way I haven’t since about the 8th grade. But – whatever. They’re writing my name. I’ll take it.

Pardon my silence – been getting back into the swing of writing while doing interviews and writing correspondence and trying to reassure an editor I’m good with writing a character down from YA to MG. Fingers crossed… I may get a chance to work with a new editor and a new house. Wow.

Meanwhile, frantically trying to catch up with many things (including the Wicked Cool Overlooked Books celebration!), whilst guiding people through the wreck of our boiler. It’s always a bit stressful to try and get anything done with people wandering in and out of the house. Worse still, they’re still in the gape-and-point stage, and no one is actually doing anything.

Yes. Week three with no central heating or hot water. I am deeply grateful for my canning vessel, and all the small plastic bowls I have. It’s not easy to wash your hair that way, but standing in a bath pouring water over yourself does make at least cleanliness possible.

But, let’s talk about something else. Something… nicer.

Remember last August, when I blogged about one of my favorite vintage children’s books, and one of my favorite children’s authors, Sesyle Joslin Hine? The intrepid Joyce D., who wandered to my blog all the way from Cedar Rapids, Michigan, actually did a bit of sleuthing and managed to find the author’s daughter — who assures us that her mother is alive and well!!

You know we needed to make a fanpage for her (and possibly Joyce D.), right? My cunning plan is this: we all get on the fan page, find copies of her books and read them and love them and chat about them on her fansite. And then, we’ll contact her and give her the kudos due someone who wrote such charming, witty, entertaining books. If you’re on Facebook, please come along and join the fun. And thank-you again, Joyce D. and all the other awesome people who’ve joined the fanclub!

I admit that I’m kind of awful at New Year’s types of thoughts. I can never really pull off a list of resolutions that I actually can keep, I am not all that great at looking back and saying, “See, this is what we did in the last year!” because I barely have a grip on what I did yesterday. It’s kind of a problem, actually. But, I’ve been thinking about this, because I realize it’s not just the end of a year, but the end of another decade, and everyone is doing those huge retrospective types of essays – best books, best films, best movies – worst weather –blah, blah blah, so I’ve been forced into thought.

(Don’t you hate it when that happens?)

I can only look at this retrospective in terms of Most Changes. My life has really changed in the last ten years.

Let me count the ways: first trip to Europe. Three changes from apartment to house to another house, in three different town. First home purchased. Graduate school for Tech Boy. MFA for me. Nephew One. Move to Scotland. First visit to Eastern Europe and Italy. Nephew Two.

Life is not all smooth sailing. Other enormous changes – less personal, in one way, and more personal, in another, happened, too. Sometimes the changes that happen to other people are the worst, because you can no longer assume that they are exactly the same person that you knew. My older sister eloped with someone none of us had ever met – surprise! My eldest sister graduated with a double Master’s degree, and the following autumn, found out she had cancer. Losing two aunts and an uncle – on the same side of the family – to the same disease in the last ten years means looking down the voracious gullet of a very scary beast. My grandmother, incapacitated by Alzheimer’s, watches me at times with suspicion-clouded eyes…

Big challenges, these. The type that put a mirror in front of you, force you to look at what is, and to consider who you are, and who you could be.

The economy in 2009 alone has been so horrific that almost everyone I know has been rocked. I know very well that we are among the fortunate ones. Only one lay off in this ten year span, one financial shortfall that wasn’t planned. The boat has rocked, but we haven’t gone under. How could we, with the buoying blessing of me achieving my dream of being published, and finding a receptive editor for not one, but two books? How could we, with the insane – yet insanely energizing – adventure of moving lock, stock and barrel to the UK for four years while Tech Boy pursues his PhD? How could we, held close by our friends, who join vicariously in our wanderlust, and keep us linked to them with stories of their own journeys? A few sharp storms, this past year. A few squalls which blew us into seas unknown. But we sail on.

So, you’ve already got your resolutions list written? Seriously? I have an idea or two on what I’m going to be doing next year.

I’m going to write. I’m going to read. I’m not sure about the other details…

I might learn to crochet. I could stop eating chocolate. Eventually I’ll send out all my Christmas packages (D’oh!). Anything could happen.

And that remains the finest part of the new year, for me – the not-knowing. The plain, unblemished page of the unknown. Nothing planned, nothing quite certain, except the inevitable dues of the body and the demands of the government, also known as Death & Taxes. Other than that, everything else is up in the air, held aloft by expectation.

Unrivaled possibility.

It’s time to pull up the anchor. A wind is rising and filling our sails, propelling us into a new year. The name of the wind is Hope.

Happy New Year. In 2010, may you discover that you are better at living than you could have ever dreamed you would be.

It’s been a quiet week at Temporary Casa T., mainly because I am working hard and fast on doing the last few edits for a new manuscript before my editor vanishes into a haze of Christmas lights and spinning dreidels. The other reason is because I’m spending a lot of time in the middle of packed auditoriums and tucked up against the kitchen table in the home of friends, people watching.

Anna Karenina begins with a line that Tolstoy actually used in one other book. He said, “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.”

I’ve always hated that quote. Maybe because it’s too general; maybe because there’s no such thing as a full-time happy family. Maybe the shape of what makes family, the texture of the true meaning of the word, includes friends and people at the library you see every Monday, and people you see at the hospital coffee shop every Wednesday at noon. Maybe family is neither as small nor predictable as Tolstoy imagined, but something more.

That’s what I’ve been seeing, anyway. And taking notes.

Christine Carlson from the Salem Church Branch of the Central Rappahannock Regional Library (Man, Virginia has some seriously fun names to spell!) wrote to tell me that MARE’S WAR is “a finalist nominated for our CSK mock awards in 2010!” Christine, thanks for the news! The Coretta Scott King Awards are something people still debate each year, as to whether or not we need them… I have waffled on this point in the past considered the issue from all sides, and still do. (I’ve also continued to visit the School Library Journal mock Newbery blog Heavy Medal, and watching which books they’re reading. I don’t think MARE’S WAR will come up; not enough “buzz.” But, we’ll see!)

As many reviewing bodies are shutting down (I’m *still* spun over Kirkus, which was an institution since 1933!!) it may turn out that the book awards carry the day, to be the people school librarians and booksellers can count on to have read the books they can’t get to, and point out some sterling but unknown reads. Books chosen simply on the basis of buzz and awards…? I’m not sure how I feel about that… because some good books never get awards. I’m really conflicted! On the other hand, the people who have done the work on booklists like the Amelia Bloomer and CSK continue to do their thing, and highlight specific kinds of books, and it’s good to know that at least two libraries (Hi, Allen County Public Library in Fort Wayne, Indiana!) have nominated me for the mock award, even if it never becomes real. It’s truly nice just to be considered.

Speaking of the Amelia Bloomer nominations, they are being discussed at the ALA Midwinter Meeting in Boston. There are some really great books on there with MARE’S WAR, and I’m excited that I have SFF author Saci Lloyd’s The Carbon Diaries, 2015, right here in my hot little hands to read today. Woot!

And now it’s time for breakfast and ten pounds of the Sunday paper at my Uncle P’s house, where we will all stare at him as he does the crossword in ink. (Some PEOPLE.) Happy Reading. Happy Sunday.

(…now I know what you were talking about.)

And the Brain Trust Award goes to…

In one of those “you’re the last person to know” sort of scenarios, I got a note on Facebook from author Justina Chen Headley last week, congratulating me on “the Kirkus shout-out.” I thought she’d just read their review that had come out in June (goodness knows I’m behind reading reviews) and I thought kind smiley thoughts, and went on with my life.

TODAY I find out that MARE’S WAR has been included on the Kirkus Reviews “Best Young Adult Books of 2009.”

OHHHH!

NOW I get it.

*Feels like a bubblehead*

Now Janice knew
why none of the other pullets would shoot craps with her.

If only she’d never started picking up the Rooster’s spare change from his bedside table. Sure, the other hens thought Janice was great. But that was before the snotty Rhode Island Reds moved in next door. Janice had been true and steady, since she was a chick. But now, she was turning into JANICE, THE UNTRUSTWORTHY CHICKEN!

100 Scope Notes is at it again.

CREATE YOUR DEBUT PICTURE BOOK COVER

1 – Go to “The Name Generator: at http://www.thenamegenerator.com/

Click GENERATE NEW NAME. The name that appears is your author name.

2 – Go to “Picture Book Title Generator” at http://www.generatorland.com/usergenerator.aspx?id=243

Click CREATE TITLE! This is the title of your picture book.

3 – Go to “FlickrCC” at http://flickrcc.bluemountains.net/index.php

Type the last word from your title into the search box followed by the word “drawing”. Click FIND. The first suitable image is your cover. It will give you the option to go to Picnik.

4 – Use Photoshop, Picnik, or similar to put it all together. Creativity is, of course, encouraged.

5 – Post it to your site along with this text.

I do very few memes, but 100 Scopes Notes always gets me to play along with their foolishness. Hope you do, too. Check the Covers Week Craziness at the 100 Scope Notes Blog.

As you were.

Yeah, you know you’re just groggy because of the time change and all. Stop playing with those leaves and get back to work. Happy November!

Dear Ms. Burden:

ME??? REALLY???

Oh, My GOSH! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Cordially, T. Davis

We now return you to your previously mature and well-balanced author blog and pretending that said author is not a big old book geek.

Yes, these are weird things to grow in basically the British rainforest, which is honestly what Glasgow must be. But, I don’t care. I’ve declared the front room the desert.

Looking up from my Cybils reading: I know — we all know the Sally Lockhart series and the His Dark Materials novels, but I hadn’t a clue that there were other Pullman YA stories. THERE ARE. I just read a novel called The Broken Bridge that I can’t wait to write up… at some other point… when I’m not neck-deep in the reading I’m supposed to be doing. But – even without a review, you know you should just go find it and read it, because it is quite good. It was published in 1990, which makes me feel like a right eejit to not have realized he wouldn’t have done the two series and stopped writing anything else at all. Duh. Anyway: you know you should go out and find it, because Phillip Pullman is an amazing writer, and you know you want to.

That is all.