the ups and downs of writing for teens
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Yes, it's a hill, painted by Vincent, but for now we'll pretend it's a mountain. Here's why: while reading the novel, After Dark, by Haruki Murakami, I came across an interesting story told by one of the characters. Here's the abridged version:
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Well, yes, it's a skull. Like Vincent, I have a thing for skulls, and if you've read Brothers, Boyfriends... you know that April (my narrator) has a collection of skull candles that drip blood (red wax). It's also my muse today because I need something to get me in a morbid mood. How can you write a serial killer book when you're feeling so happy? The thing is, I had a great weekend. On Saturday, Greg and Cyn gave a presentation on picture books, followed by lunch with some Austin writer friends. On Sunday, my family and I went to Schlitterbahn Water Park (no long lines!), and Monday I had coffee with the lovely Liz Scanlon. So now I must think, death, horror, and worst of all...plot.
On a lighter note, my son Daniel just turned 20! This poster of Bob Dylan reminds me of Dan because it's hanging in his room at UNT (sniff, sniff). Dan's a music major and a serious health food nut. When I asked him what he wanted for his birthday he gave me this list:
1) Schizandra berries
3) Krill oil
What are these things? I have no clue. But happy birthday Dan. Hmm, I just had a thought. Bob Dylan is playing at ACL this Sunday. Maybe I should buy Dan a ticket from the scalpers for his b-day, have him home for the weekend....
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
One of the highlights of our trip to Paris last year was visiting the Musse d'Orsay. I love impressionist and post-impressionist art and Vincent is one of my favs, so I thought I'd begin each blog post with one of his paintings.
I chose shoes today because I have a new hobby. Jogging. I actually began about a month ago, but kept it a secret just in case I decided to quit. Today, however, I ran without excruciating pain and right now I'm feeling pretty good. The endorphins are flowing and I'm ready to write.
My work in progress is finally coming along - I've got one polished chapter and a few rough ones, and even though the plot is sketchy, I've got my characters. Well, the main ones anyway. I'm a little nervous; this book is something new for me. A thriller involving a serial killer. Can I do this? I sure hope so.