Tag Archives: Childrens literature
“No one is afraid of me at all,” she said. And she grinned a wicked grin.
You are not afraid of me, are you? Perhaps you should be. After all, I killed a man yesterday. Granted, he was imaginary, but I showed motive, opportunity and intent, so perhaps I should be in prison. Particularly since it … Continue reading
Round these here parts, you can’t throw a stick into a bar without hitting a writer.
Or, in my experience today, a coffee shop. I live in a land lousy with writers. We are not just the land of 10,000 lakes: we are the land of 10,000 novelists. Indeed, just in my random little neighborhood, I … Continue reading
Last night’s #kidlitchat (or: who is this book FOR?)
For those of you who are not twitter-obsessed, kidlit-obsessed, or just generally obsessive (me? obsessive? oh, yes.), you may not know about the weekly chats on Twitter in which the practitioners of children’s literature (as well as the readers of … Continue reading
All Memory is Magic; All Magic is Memory
When I was three years old, I walked out into the yard. It was a cicada year, though I did not yet know what a cicada was. All I knew was that the air hummed, and the sky hummed, and … Continue reading
Second Story!
Well, not that kind of story. It’s the Second Story Reading series at The Loft – a literary arts organization in Minneapolis. If anyone’s available, you should come. Phyllis Root is reading. Phyllis Root! She’ll be reading from this book: … Continue reading
Everything I Know About Writing I Learned From Reading Fairy Tales
All right fine, that’s not exactly true. But it’s a little bit true. When I was a kid, my dad had a book of fairy tales. It was a huge thing – phonebook sized. We struggled to haul it to … Continue reading
A year buds, swells, blooms, dies.
All things considered, I really dug 2010, despite its rather inauspicious beginning at which I learned that my book, originally slated to slide into the world in the fall of 2010, was to be delayed until 2011. That was a … Continue reading
I swear, I could look at this all day
And one more thing to put in the file titled My Book Actually Exists! are these two little pages from the 2011 catalog at Little, Brown Books for Young Readers. Which means, currently, at the Barnhill House: more joyful squeals; … Continue reading

