I feel like there’s this specific challenge in Young Adult literature when it comes to designing characters. There’s a sort of expectation that they be very strong, everymen teenagers. In adult literature, I encounter protagonists who are radically different than me when it comes to their emotional make-up and philosophical grounding, but in YA I… Continue reading Why I Hated YA and How I Converted
It is insanely hard for me to read a novel while I’m working on writing one. I know writers are supposed to be voracious readers, gobbling up books constantly to fuel their own brillaint ideas and inspire their own artistic minds, but I always feel like I’m caught up in one or the other. I… Continue reading The Challenge of Reading While Writing
My boyfriend, being the absolute charmer that he is, sent me a dozen red roses for Valentines Day. Nobody’s ever given me flowers for Valentines Day before. Someone once gave me an artichoke for Valentines Day, though. While I’ll admit it was delicious, I don’t think it really compares to roses. Anyways, given the evanescence… Continue reading Much Ado About Roses
Bookcases, empty and bare, Stand purposeless, as if in error. Where once the walls were lined with books Now barren shelves attract no looks The dark store, a cavernous lair, A shadowy shell of what was there When we could lose ourselves with care In stories from book-laden nooks, Then fly away. The… Continue reading A Rondel Lamenting the Slow Demise of the Indie Bookstore
When it started, it was innocent bibliophilia. My condition has worsened though, and I am well aware that I am gleefully suffering from bibliomania. I found this Japanese word, tsundoku, which pretty much describes my condition right now. It’s not that I don’t ever read these books, it’s just that I buy them faster than… Continue reading Books, Books, Books!
HE’S EVEN GOT BOOKS STACKED ON THE CHAIR. I want. I want with a burning, passionate, delirious desire. Right now, I’ve only got about 20 feet of books…so maybe I could possibly fill up half of one of his rows. Plus I haven’t even read all of mine. Neil Gaiman is so well-read it’s baffling.… Continue reading Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library.
I told myself that I would write you all a charming blog about NaNoWriMo’s Night of Writing Dangerously last Sunday, but I’ll be honest, I’m just not feeling up to it. I can’t remember the last time I felt like I had so much on my plate. I just got home Wednesday after traveling for… Continue reading Night of Writing Dangerously, and the Aftermath of THAT