It’s the first day of Nanowrimo! I’m editing this year instead of writing something new, but I’m still excited. Here’s a short excerpt of what I’ll be working on:
Arvid Bunioncutterson wasn’t as surprised as a modest farm-boy should be when he woke in the middle of the night to raucous voices rustling with the late summer breeze through a gap in his linen curtains. He’d spent countless nights there at the top of the hoary farmhouse on the eastern edge of the Witch Knolls waiting to hear that very sound. It wasn’t because of a holiday that his neighbors were out so late and the shouts being carried into his bedroom couldn’t have been mistaken for the voices of merrymakers. Nor were they the voices of boisterous friends come to steal him away. Arvid had always been too much of a loner, preferring the company of his lumptoads and goats, to have made the type of friends who would fetch him out of bed for a night of reckless fun. And yet the angry voices – or rather, the men they belonged to – were coming for him. He’d known they would eventually. After all, a person couldn’t murder his neighbor’s chickens night after night and get away with it forever.
And so the gangling boy whose mind was already racing even if his legs were still tangled in the sheets of his narrow bed knew he shouldn’t panic . . .
This little critter came to visit my deck yesterday afternoon and stayed there all night.
I love this picture of Terry Pratchett. This is what I want my office to look like some day, crammed with heavy, leather-bound books, a crackling fire going and steam rising off my coffee as I pour over the latest story I’m writing:
This picture of Stephen King is pretty awesome too, especially the dog. There are so many piles of paper and notes posted to the wall that it almost doesn’t look posed:
And, of course, the cover of my friend, T.A. Henry’s, first novel is about as romantic as writing can get:
In comparison, THIS has been my writing desk while our kitchen was being renovated this summer:
This is one of my favorite songs! I thought it would be fun to post.
This is a fun and easy to read four-book series by accomplished author R.L. LaFevers. It takes place in a fantastical version of 1920’s England (and beyond) and is full of magical beasts, including a gremlin who becomes young beastologist-in-training, Nathaniel Fludd’s, pet. Each book is an exotic adventure to care for one of the secret beasts that Nathaniel’s family has been tending to for generations. Throughout the series, Nathaniel is also trying to uncover the truth about his parents’ mysterious disappearance. These books are great for elementary-age kids. And those who fall in love with R.L. LaFevers story-telling can go on to read her other great books including her Theodosia series.
Late one afternoon three geese came upon a watermelon in the middle of a field. “What is it?” asked the younger goose. “It is a space ship,” declared the wise older goose. “Well we can hardly leave it here,” said the third. “Some human may come along and eat it and the poor aliens will be stuck on our planet.” So the three geese rolled the watermelon into some reeds by the nearby lake where it was safely hidden from all humans.
Once upon a time there was a boy named Edgar who fell in love with a toad. Well, needless to say, Edgar’s family did not approve of the relationship. And it was quite impossible for a boy to marry a toad where Edgar lived anyway. So Edgar and the toad ran away to Norway where they lived quite happily for the next two years, until the toad died of extreme cold.