Where Gorgeous Meets Awesome

Just had to share the art I found on Scott Westerfeld's blog, for his not-soon-enough-to-be-released book Leviathan.

It's just awesome.

On Freckles and Nose-Pickers

I was hoping to have some interesting links for you to waste your Friday on. But all I found was stuff that made me roll my eyes, blabbery, and stuff that’s been talked about enough already, and makes my freckles explode (this would be the story about Justine Labarlestier’s novel Liar, Liar, and the ill-chosen cover).

So on to happier things. It is Friday, after all. And exploding freckles scare the locals.

I’m reading my way through the Edgar nominees, starting with Paper Towns by John Green, which won the Edgar for Best Young Adult Novel. More on that next week.

I’m also doing some fun research for a middle-grade novel I’m working on, SHADOW BOY AND THE BOOK OF PRESIDENTS. My main character Linc and his best friend George gather interesting facts for their Book of Presidents, so that’s what I’m gathering now: cool and random facts. The kind where you say, “Really? I did not now that.”

So here’s a random fact. Feel free to use at cocktail parties, on blind dates, or when trying to get rid of a telemarketer.

A compulsive nose picker is called a rhinotillexomaniac.

Don’t you feel smarter already?

My Crime Fiction Soapbox

I carry around a crime fiction soapbox. It fits quite nicely under my arm, and I can toss it down whenever I feel the urge to argue my case: that crime fiction has literary merit too.

I try not to get on this soapbox too much. People only have so much tolerance for my arguments, and I’ve figured out that the most convincing proof is in the pudding. Just look at Walter Mosley’s work, Elmore Leonard, Joyce Carol Oates—I could go on a while, but someone just kicked me off my soapbox.

And Sarah Weinman said such smart things on her blog (June 28th post), so go see what she said.

Fly on the Wall in Hollywood

“Listen up, people. We still got nothing for next summer’s blockbuster. We need a family movie. Something with animals.”

“A lost fish!”

“That’s Finding Nemo, man.”

“Oh. How about dogs?”

“Been done too many times.”

“In space?

“Come on, come on. We can do better than this.”

Silence.

“How ‘bout rats?”

“Ratatouille, man.”

More silence.

“Guinnea Pigs.”

“I’m feelin’ it, I’m feelin’ it.”

“In space!”

“Dude, will you drop the space stuff already? How about… Spies.”

“Guinnea pig spies… I love it! Now who can we rope into doing the voices?”

“That one comedian, you know, from that one show?”

“Uhuh.”

“I heard he has a balloon due on his mortgage.”

“Perfect!”

“And that other actor, you know from that movie—what’s it called. He would be good. But he’d never do it.”

“Tell him we’re looking at having the Coen brothers direct. He likes those guys. By the time he figures out we lied, he already signed.”

“Perfect! I’m feelin’ it, people. We’re on a roll. Hey, let’s put it out at the back end of summer, just when parents are so sick of their kids, they’ll do anything to get out of the house.”

“Suckers.”

“Now what do we have for Christmas, people. Come on, come on. Keep those ideas coming.”

“How about… Cockroaches.”

“In space!”

Monday, Monday

I’m probably alone in this, but I like Mondays. New to-do list, good plans, well-rested after Sunday—Mondays have always been pretty good to me. They make me feel full of purpose, just in time for Tuesday to throw me a curveball.

Right now, I’m finishing up material for an online class I’m teaching in August for the online chapter of RWA, FTHRW. It’s all about how to add suspense to your writing, and I promise it’ll be fun. And you might even wind up with a better manuscript at the end of the workshop.

Also, check out Poisoned Pen’s online conference, scheduled for October 24th. It’s cheap ($25), easy (online, so you can stay in your jammies if you like), and packed with interesting events.
I’m signed up. Looks like it’ll be a fun chance to catch up with some of my friends in mystery, and get the latest on all things crime.

Oh, and the lentil soup (see Friday’s post) is great. I mixed it up a little—no leeks, no sausage, and no home-made broth. Still turned out great. Quick tip: unless you’re running a soup kitchen, or feeding a farming community, cut the quantities of the recipe in half. I’ll be eating lentil soup until Halloween right now…

Links and Lentil Soup

Because it’s just a lot more fun to surf the web than work on a Friday, here are some cool distractions:

On YPulse, I found this article: What Youth Marketers Can Learn from YA Publishers. It’s from June, but new to me, so I thought maybe to you too.

At The YA Authors Café, an interview with Brent Hartinger about his book Project Sweet Life. The concept sounded so fun, I was grinning as I read it. No mystery, but who can resist a laugh—it goes on the to-buy list.

On Alice’s CWIM blog, an interview with Chuck Sambuchino, who said some really smart things about what to include in a bio; check it out if you’re a writer.

Borders is expanding its teen section, according to an online article in The Wall Street Journal. Does this mean we’ll see more YA mysteries (maybe), or more fangs (probably)? Most likely, it’ll be filled with Twilight posters and pencils. Or maybe some nifty beanbags for us all to trip over while we’re trying to find a book.

Jon Stewart (you know, from the Daily Show on Comedy Central) is now considered the most trusted news anchor according to a Time Magazine poll.

The new Harry Potter movie grossed 77.8 million bucks—although it’s probably 100 million by the time I write this.

And I’m making this lentil soup this weekend (sans sausage); I’ll let you know how it turns out.

Happy weekend!

Typewriters, WalkMans, and Floppy Disks

Wired has an interesting article up by Nathan Barry, 100 Things Your Kids May Never Know About. It lists all kinds of stuff, like typewriters, that today’s kids won’t even encounter anymore.

Some of these made me smile in nostalgia (like # 86), others laugh out loud (# 31). I’m something of a dinosaur, which made this list all the more fun to read. I wrote my term papers on MS-Dos—wait, forget that, it ages me …

I’m almost done reading The Postcard, and it’s been a pretty good read. But I found a detail, one that made me wonder.

Jason, our main character, finds a postcard. The card has a clue on it: two lines that Jason describes as looking like they were made with a typewriter without a ribbon. Reading this, I wondered: would a 13 year-old describe it this way, and be able to identify it as being made by a typewriter?

I doubt it. And that’s nothing against today’s teens. Most of them are a lot smarter than I am. But certain things, like the ones listed in that article, are just history. Floppy disks, anyone?