Thursday, June 12, 2014
Every writer I know (and that is LOTS) loves to sign books for people who love their work. Every time I write my name on the paper, I add little messages and things that just appear out of nowhere because I
can feel the connection that the books create between strangers.
|So THANK YOU!!!!|
Monday, June 09, 2014
This is a beach off the coast of Morocco. I was there to talk to students about writing. Sifting through pictures that would make sense with today's topic I grabbed this one because just looking at it reminded me of the sound of the water that day. It wasn't rolling onto the beach, it was attacking it, pounding the sand, roaring. And that kind of fury is stabbing at me this morning. Most of the people I am writing about in Limori are beyond fear. All but one. And that is the one I will follow home today once the writing is done. We need to talk.
Thursday, June 05, 2014
This is the National Book Award reading night 2002, the night I read a three page sample of
my book SKIN HUNGER to this bookish crowd (Along with everyone else who was up for the awards.))
I was one of five finalists in a category we would call YA now. I didn't win the big prize,
Sherman Alexie did. That made sense to me then and it does now. I love his work.
I spent the evening meeting people I admired, some of them people I had
wanted to BE when I was still in school.
And now I am working on the third book. It is taking a long time.
I speak to the characters often. I listen when they tell me why they want to die. Then they tell me why they want to live. I can't imagine how strange their lives have been, how long they have lived and all they have seen and felt.
But they will tell me that, too...someday soon.
|Click below to see the five finalists: I can't tell you how I felt standing beside them.|
if you copy the link, then click it into a browser, you will see the amazing writers I was with....