Viva las Divas!


Book Divas, the Sinuate Media owned marketing website is announcing their upcoming author visits. Hobson Brown, Taylor Materne and Caroline Says, authors of the YA novel The Upper Class will be on hand for a week long blog tour and people will be able to discuss and anticipate their novel, which is being released the first of September of this year. Current guest author is the great E.Lockhart, on hand until July 23rd. Other guest authors have included Cecil Castelucci, David Levithan, and John Green.

While you might mistake this as just another publishing-linked marketing blog full of hot-author-of-the-bestseller-list interviews and such, I was pleased to see that Book Divas is a bit more. Sure, HarperCollins has signed on for three additional Author Visits for 2007, and they pay, of course, but ten percent of the proceeds from all author visits go towards Book Divas’ ‘Writing Star’ scholarship fund! The scholarship fund will assist in sending one high school senior with the intent in majoring in Writing or English to college in the fall of 2008. Which is why the site also has great links to things like grammar help, book discussions, reviews and writing tips. Future English Major Divas, unite!

Ooh, had you heard about David Lassman, the director of the Jane Austen Festival in Bath, who, as an experiment, took a mishmash of Austen chapters and passed them off as a book of his own work? He was shocked to find that most of the publishers to whom he sent the work didn’t recognize Austen’s voice – or some almost word-for-word theft of the first lines from Pride & Prejudice. (Oh, NEVER has such a case been made for people to read the book. Ignore Colin Firth. He’s not the best bit.) “It’s interesting that there are these filters that stop work getting through,” said another British Austen specialist. “Clearly clerks and office staff are rejecting these manuscripts offhand.”

I’m guessing that the expectation is that people are going to read this and blush with shame — and I would agree — for the Pride & Prejudice lines, at least, editors employed in a publishing office should feel at least a moment’s chagrin. But 19th century literature as a whole has a distinctive voice and feel of… dense antiquity. I’m sure many people sat and tried to dash through those first few paragraphs and said, “Wait. I’m not hooked by the first three pages. What is this tripe?” The rules have simply changed – whether for better or for worse is another question, and unless all publishing company mail room personnel and editorial assistants are now required to be English majors with a specialization in 19th c. lit, and/or British & American Literature as I was, and not, maybe, people just in need of work, or even marketing majors (which seems to largely be the trend), the shame-on-you finger-shaking here seems a bit… off. Thoughts?

Oh, hm. Apparently the New York Times has erred in treating the Deathly Hallows as just another book and have reviewed it before its release. Note: the SECOND link which includes the word ‘reviewed’ goes to that, if you don’t want to read about the book until you read the book: Don’t. Click. It. Though JK Rowling is apparently stormily displeased, most people can make the decision: to read or not to read. And look! The sky is still blue. (!)

As readers kick around the idea of what to do after the PotterPallooza, NPR has come up with a few suggestions. I’m sure there are others — I have heard tantalizing things about The Spellbook of Listen Taylor and quite a few new things to which I am looking forward. What’s on your ‘Gotta have it’ TBR stack?

CONTEST****CONTEST****CONTEST****ALERT!
When MotherReader does something, she does it WHOLEheartedly. We had a ‘Tell an Author/Illustrator You Care’ DAY, and she’s managed to bring the love for a full week. That’s totally one of my fave things about her. (She calls it an obsessive personality thing — I say, “Nah!”) Over at the site, she’s had a lot of love over the past few days, and has ended with an author interview with Caroline Hickey, and a contest to get a copy of the fabulous sounding book, Cassie Was Here. Go on over and find out how to get in the running!

And now, back to work: two more chapters of the expansion/revision and then… weeks of packing. Incidentally, if any of you know what to do on a six hour layover in Chicago at Union Station between four and ten p.m., let me know some ideas!)

Young, Red-Haired, and Anne-ish: You Oughta Be in Pictures

Now, you know how I love my Anne.
You might even know that Anne of Green Gables was the first fictional book I read that wasn’t a Peanuts comic when I was seven. You might know that I wrote at least six different endings to the book and didn’t know until years later that it had… sequels of its own.
If you peruse this blog periodically, you know I generally HATE, LOATHE AND DETEST books made into movies.
All this is fact.

However.

I have been told by reliable readers and film watchers that the last Anne of Green Gables movie put on by this movie company was actually pretty cool. It was faithful to the book. The actress was cute, but not too pretty, a bit eccentric. And dare we say… plucky. It was, all in all, pretty close to perfect.

In view of this, I am passing along something from the people at Sullivan Entertainment, who are making a new movie version of Anne’s books. They’re hunting for an Anne. For a prequel.
I don’t generally approve of prequels of anything. (Did I need to know from Anakin Skywalker? Did I really?) I am not advocating this at all. But if you know someone cute and ten or twelve -well then, I’ve done my bit for their college money.

That is all.

Two Last Thoughts (From my last two brain cells)

Well, the good news is that I’ve only got two more chapters left in the Almighty Brain Consuming Expansion & Revision job. YAAAY! The bad news is that I have two brain cells left rubbing together. However, rubbing together, my brain cells have managed to produce a spark, so I shall point you to these bloggerly goodnesses with its feeble flickering flame:

Journalist Anastasia Goodstein, usually found on Ypulse, guest wrote a piece for The Huffington Post on young adults and their lack of news savvy. She cites Al Gore’s CurrentTV as a potential means to reaching this hard-to-reach demographic, and joins Harvard’s JKF School of Government in bemoaning the fact that fewer of the 13-20 demographic read the paper and are only interested in “soft news” like celebrity deaths and the imprisonment of certain famous-for-being-famous anorexics who shall not be named. I am always interested in the idea that young adults know less than ever before, when they have more access to information of all kinds — if they want it. They… don’t. At least not in the way it is aimed at them, flung at their heads, peppered at their ears, and heavily sugared up, dumbed down, and laced with entertainment and flashing lights (aka breathless, CNN moment-by-moment celebrity news: “She’s got her hairdresser with her… yes, that’s her stylist… and she’s… walking through the front gates of the minimum security facility where she has languished this last week… yes, she’s walking… and she’s out! Skinny Blonde Hotel Heiress Type is free!”) If young adults don’t watch the news it’s because the REAL entertainment stuff — stuff actually intended to be entertainment — is a lot more …um, entertaining.

I dunno — I read the comics for most of my life and drew cartoon bubbles on the Sears models in their bras until I was WELL into high school and should have been busily reading the Wall Street Journal, apparently. So, if a lot of young people don’t read the paper seriously … should the adults who do read the newspaper seriously worry? What about you and the newspaper? At what age do you figure people they supposed to start? It seems like this endless hand-wringing is another excuse for someone to start marketing yet another product/service/program to young adults… because, cynic that I am, I have a hard time with the idea that all of these people are worrying that young adults aren’t getting enough information to make “informed life choices.” I’m not sure I buy that at all.

Septimus Heap the book series will soon be — Septimus Heap, the Warner Brothers film. Well, for all of you fans of the series, begin crossing your fingers now. With the debacle that the movie formerly known as The Dark Is Rising, but which I will now call The Stench Is Rising has become, actual fans — that is, people who have read the books? Will need all the universe’s assistance they can get to have a movie in anywise remotely resembling the book that they loved and read. WHY. CAN’T. MOVIE. DIRECTORS. COMPREHEND. BOOKS?!

All right, I can tell the lights from ye olde brain cells are starting to spit sparks and die out. I’m sure I’ll have more cynical observations tomorrow. Until then…

Tell An Author You Care Day! – Monday!

Imagine meeting an author, and telling them how much you loved their book. They’re surprised. You think they’re just being gracious, but nope — they haven’t heard.

Much of the work people do anywhere doesn’t get gold stars and smiley stickers. And writers — well, we get impertinent questions from our reading group, and pithy notes from our agents. We get the Writer-Hating Bus, we get told by our parents about their friends children who just had their first child or are researching diseases at the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta or just married a physicist who works at the Livermore labs, and we wonder if we’d really be better off just cleaning the house and getting A Real Job. While writing is awesome, it is also sometimes a tiring, solitary and bizarre profession in which you spend more time talking to imaginary friends than not. When we were in school we were always encouraged to write letters to authors — so why not now, as (alleged) adults? July 16th is Tell An Author You Care Day, as awesomely instituted by Emily Beeson @ Whimsy Blog. It’s a day of paying forward the pleasure someone’s work has given you. It ‘s a day of small effort with the potential to make a major difference.

All that’s required is to:

1. Write a letter or email to a favorite author. I think JK Rowling and Stephenie Meyer recieve plenty of fan letters. Think of an author you love who may need a little boost.

2. Write a positive review on Amazon and, if you want to, link to it in your blog.

3. Buy a book by a favorite author and give it to someone who will enjoy it.

4. Profile an author in your blog. I’m not talking just another review. Tell us a little about the author and mention at least one of his/her books that you love.

Scotland is five hours ahead of us… maybe I’ll drop Our Jane a note before I go to bed.

Oh, Because I’m Loving This Harry Potter Shtick

Potterphiliacs worth their …erm, salt know that there was, in 2002, a law suit and this whole flap that the Great JKR stole the Potter idea entirely — the word Muggles and all — from any number of talented (yet less famous at the time)sources. And, if you think about it, it’s true – but most writing is theft … it just doesn’t tend to get as specific as the name ‘Larry Potter’ and the word ‘Muggles’ in the title of someone else’s book. I still can’t believe that they said there was no copyright infringement on that one!

But I digress — this is the most horribly true and funny theft I’ve read yet… and proves once again that NOTHING is new under the sun. I’d always heard that the Star Wars plot — and Narnia, and the Tolkien Rings — were easily paralleled in theology, which I know is factual for Tolkien and our dearest Clive, but this — this takes the cake.

Enjoy, enjoy, Happy Sunday.

Because I Have *SO* Much Time To Waste


Find out your Harry Potter personality at LiquidGeneration!

AHHH! I’m a teacher. A TEACHER!!!

Actually, this is the teacher from the Potter movies whom I love the best; I adore her as a frosty, snippish character – with a warm heart but a penchant for detail. And, I’ve been called the b-word as well as frosty and snippish before. I recall one of my students telling me once that “All you have to do is look at me, and I feel stupid!”

!!!

Thanks to ol’ Gilderoy Weasley over at A Chair, A Fireplace & A Tea Cozy for the fun.

between

“when god closes one door, he

opens another.” at least

that is what is said when

people speak so piously

of waiting, and walking,

stepping and stopping and

faith.

but no one

speaks

of waiting in the corridor

hoping for a draft

between closed doors

©2007

Cause I’m Al-l-lready Gone. And I’m fee-e-e-e-eling Strong…

Welcome to the nasal universe in which ‘gone’ and ‘strong’ actually have matching internal rhyme. Urg.

Still here, and not feeling particularly strong. Not feeling too anxious, either, since this has more the feel of planning an invasion than of making a move thousands upon thousands of miles away from even a known way of telling the time (Church service is at 1900 hours? Really? Is that today or tomorrow?) and no handy formula to keep in mind to transfer Celsius to Fahrenheit and thus into comprehension. (Oh, WHY did the U.S. have to be so independent that it could not at least have stuck to one system of measurement? Why does the UK have to be so bloody-minded!? ‘Cause you know I blame THEM.) I’ve got the pounds thing down well enough – the rate of exchange is fabulously awful enough to just say “double it,” and go on – $2 U.S. to one cool L that I haven’t found the keystroke yet to make (so unimportant, but annoying to me, and now I must find it and record it for posterity. Alt + 0163= £! Tada, I did it!!).

Lord. Packing, selling, and now — Drugs. I’m stockpiling from the pharmacy, since it may take a while for the UK healthcare thing to kick in. I have to order disposable contact lenses. I have to make sure I have plenty of all medications. And then — and THEN! Hep A. Hep B., Meningitis, Tetanus/Diphtheria Pertussis, Varicella, Influenza and Pneumococcal injections will inflict my life. I have to make an ASAP appointment to get all of this stuff in so that I don’t spend half the time I’m meant to be packing sick and stiff. I’m so afraid I’m not going to get this done. Next week I *HAVE TO* spend at least one day putting together stuff for my panel bit on PowerPoint. I HAVE TO. And then I HAVE TO finish four chapters on this revision/expansion and send it off to my erstwhile agent who is probably having way too much fun at the moment in Italy.

I have to find time to get shots and ask for a certificate to prove I don’t have TB – I feel like a diseased reject they’re trying to keep from their country, jolly Scotland. I have to take pictures of EVERY. SINGLE. THING. we’re trying to sell and put it on Craigslist, like promptly. I can do it. I have to… but Lord, where is the money going to come from for some of this? I need to look up the going rate for 2004 HYBRIDS, and hope people are gas-unhappy enough to buy my car for a LOT of money. I don’t want to cheat anyone. But oh… Oh. So much to do…So much in need of sleep…

Interstitial Moments

Google Maps: Take exit 304 to merge onto I-80 E toward Cheyenne Passing through Wyoming, Nebraska, Entering Iowa,
1,053 m.

Yes, indeed, my dear. You’re already gone. Merge onto I-80 and just keep on going for another thousand miles.

Found this out, too:

• You will need a TV licence to use television receiving
equipment, including TV sets, videos and personal
computers. Annual licences can be bought at any post
office or direct from TV Licensing by calling 08705 22 66
66. This facility accepts payments from a range of debit
cards, or you can set up a monthly, quarterly or annual
direct debit payment. For general enquiries, call 08705 763
763. A colour licence costs £112. One television licence
will cover all the sets in your household. The television
licence also authorises the use of satellite and cable
services. You do not need a licence to listen to the radio
(although if you are sending and receiving amateur radio
signals you must obtain an amateur radio licence from
the Radio Communications Agency). British television
broadcasts on 625 lines UHF using the PAL system.
Television sets designed to receive other line definitions
cannot be converted.

Bizarrely enough, the University Church serves student lunches in… the… CRYPT of the church across the road. In. The. Crypt.

• Wellington Church, University Avenue. Times: Sunday 11.00 and 19.00
Student lunches in the Crypt daily during term time – good food and a warm welcome.

“Good food and a warm welcome” says the sign.

Can you imagine? “Oh, do sit down, Hermes and Hades and Death are awfully glad to serve you…”

All right, to sleep, perchance not to dream about that. I can see that I am rambling and becoming more weary as the seconds pass. More fruitless worrying tomorrow, I’m sure.

Ficktion Friday: Spun

Spun

It was something in the air, or in the water. It was something in his breath, on her skin. It was something, and now she was something else, something lighter and softer and more fragile, yet more edged and defined. Her fingertips grazed her sides, she felt velvet skin, slightly furred, felt the whorls of her fingertips and each plane of muscle, and each tendon in her legs. She felt finer and stronger and magnificently… complete. Whole.

And it was cold.

It had never been cold before, she had never felt that kiss of ice in the mist, nor seen the leaves glow with that inward fire. She had seen mornings, young with light, when the sun dallied in its rising, but nothing like the seamless dark where candles flickered and star bursts danced behind her eyes. She had seen the tiny yellow leaves, crinkling into full green. She had seen the young grain, first the blade, then the ear, then the corn erupted into fertility, but never the drying stalks, never the razed stubble, never the cinders, smoking, black. Never the swooping bats nor the sweetness of decayed fruit, never the cider and the wine. All her life she had bloomed.

And then, then he had touched her. And something inside had recoiled, turned like a worm in the sun, squirmed, fecund, heavy, disturbing. The pomegranate seeds she had pressed against her lips to stop their trembling, staining them, marking herself with his gift. And in so doing, she had crossed from above to below, not forever, they said, but for now.

He was coming, now.

He would show her how to draw up a bath, and he would wait for her, should she want him.

Did she want him?

“Seph?”

She shuddered at his voice, and the cobweb gown she wore slipped down her shoulders.

It was so dark. She was cold and trembling and everything within her sparkled like ice in starlight.


So. The picture (entitled Ghosts Invade the Bathtub) that inspired this week’s Flicktioning was taken by Flickr photographers Danny & Nina, who are as cute as they wanna be, and will likely be Ficktionated by the usual suspects at Ficktion.ning.