MidWeek Blog Bites

Periodically, I rail about the invisible existence of good books for boys, and while I am a great lover of Guys Read there are precious few places to point people on the lookout for the best in male protagonists, etc. Meanwhile, Guardian UK blogger Tom Kelly takes issue with what is offered to boys. Adventure novels, he asserts, aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. In resurrecting the “Great Adventure Novel,” Kelly believes writer are also trying to resurrect a world that no longer exists; one that is predominantly and powerfully white and male, where evil is foreigners, and where a Cold War attitude remains. Or is this just a version of reality?

Via Locus, we hear that Shiny Things, the new YA webzine which is going live in August, is now open to submissions. If nothing else, you’ve got to love the name. Don’t all of us magpies love shiny things?

The CBC reports that Canadian children’s author Robert Munsch, a man who receives upwards of two thousand speaking requests a year, created a video conference school visit for a group of First Nations students who had requested that he visit their school for two years in a row. Caring deeply about all of his readers, even those in remote areas, Munsch created the expenses-free “visit” for students at Eel Ground School, and two other First Nations schools, Metepenagiag in Red Bank and Elsipogtog. (Only Canadians know how to pronounce those, and where they are.) Mr. Munsch, who wrote Love You Forever, has convinced these three schools that he really does love kids.

PaperTigers interviews loner Deborah Ellis, author of one of my favorite books, The Breadwinner, and many more. Her interview and her life are entirely intriguing to me.

Ooh! If you’re anywhere near the Central Valley (of California, that is), you may want to check out what’s going on at the Arne Nixon Center in March! Sharon Creech, Walter Dean Myers, Sarah Weeks, and Avi, four popular and critically acclaimed authors, have joined together to form A.R.T., Authors Reader’s Theatre, which will be reading/performing on March 2. “An Evening with Lemony Snicket” is scheduled for March 27th. Check it out!

Scribbling

This morning I found that I didn’t know how to sign my own name.

That’s always a disconcerting discovery, no? Lo, these many years of flinging off my breezy (and thoroughly indecipherable) signature, now I find it takes… thought. I was squinting over the swoops, and studying the loops.

It was … alarming.

Normally, you never look at your signature, unless you’re buying something and you’ve got one of those clerks who scrutinize the back of your debit card to make sure you’re you (I seem to get that a lot), or you have a particularly scary librarian (as I also used to get a lot) who doesn’t believe you live where you live, when you’ve just moved and you’re dying to just FIND A BOOK TO READ to make all the evil of boxes and moving vans and unpacked linen closets GO AWAY for just awhile…!

Ahem.

But I digress..
I am only obsessing over my signature because I was required to sign four separate book contracts for RH. And initial in various places. And sign my full name. Oh — and read the whole thing. There is nothing like starting your day by reading lawyer-ese. It’s pretty much enough to ruin your appetite. For a minute or two, anyway.
As of this morning, I loathe my signature, I really do. Maybe it was the pen… but something wasn’t right. And it’s not like a cheque, you can’t just — rip it up and say VOID and start over again. That’s a surefire way to start things off on completely the wrong foot with the lawyers at a publishing house, tearing up the contracts they’ve been fiddling with since OCTOBER (and which were delayed at the last minute on Friday because Secret Agent Man emailed to say he’d found errors. There are a lot of things crossed out on this contract [which is apparently common], which give the contracts an air of being a skirmishing ground, where a war of words was fought with black ink. Go, S.A.M.!). I think not only would the lawyers be skeeved out, my agent would be ready to hang me out to dry, too. We’ve both been waiting so long for this whole thing to come together.

On the whole, I am pleased with my contract. (It’s not like I have much to compare it to — duh!) I find that I have retained rights I never knew I had (Thanks to S.A.M., who really does do his job); should I decide my novel needs licensed stationery sold with it, or calendars… well, should I actually do that, somebody find me and smack me (I’m talking to you, a. fortis), but hey, options, people. That’s what agents and contracts are all about.

Should anyone need me, I’ll be scribbling with a black crayon, practicing my book-signing moves.

Not.