I was discouraged two days ago.
Corey from Thing 1 and Thing 2 has a motivational post about wanting to be a writer. It puts some numbers to the whole “well then, just write” mantra.
I first saw the recipe for this on Cheryl Klein’s blog. I added the crushed peppermints because:
1 sleeve graham crackers
1 cup butter
1 cup packed brown sugar
1 pkg chocolate chips
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Line a 10″ x 15″ cookie sheet with tinfoil. Place crackers flat on the cookie sheet so that they’re all touching each other and so that they extend right to the edges. (Use pieces of crackers if necessary to make it work out.)
Scholastic is launching a comeback of Ann M. Martin’s best selling series, The Baby-Sitters Club with a prequel thrown in!
Something about being snowed in makes me want donuts or cinnamon rolls. Maybe since that’s what my mom and the neighbor kids’ mom always served up on sledding days. Who knows. I’ve baked entirely too much these last three days. (And a huge brisket is going in the oven shortly.)
Prolific author Andrew Clements (Frindle, Room One) is a hero of mine. His upcoming middle grade adventure series, Benjamin Pratt and the Keepers of the School, sounds like a whole lot of fun. Isn’t the cover, illustrated by Adam Stower, great?
Anastasia Suen stressed the importance of storyboarding for writers in her intensive picture book workshop. I heard her speak last Spring, and she had those of us in attendance, storyboard Harry the Dirty Dog (which my three year old calls “Dirty Harry”) in 32 thumbnail sketches.
Click here for a fabulous interview with Johanna Wright, Illustrator and Author of children’s books, in which she talks about her writing and painting process. Her most recent work is The Secret Circus (Roaring Brook Press, March 31, 2009).
I’ll take this room with a view. The only way my husband convinced me to leave was bribery with my other vice (um, not the art supplies one, the sugary one) – ice cream. Don’t judge. We’d just had a 12 hour plane ride. Posted via email from Another Gray Day
We don’t get a ton of snow where I live (usually ice), so this Christmas was a special treat.
(Nixing the fact that my husband came down with the stomach bug at 3 AM Christmas morning. I have a deeper respect for you single parents doing holidays solo.)
After the great gift wrap clean up and frenzy of finding snow clothes that fit (the boy in blue above has mismatched mittens), snow angels were made. Icicles were plucked, if that’s what you call it.