Tag Archives: I wish I was better at this sort of thing
In which I discover that my job has Downsides.
Extreme caveat: If you are a writer and happen to have a kid or two running around the house, you may want to skip this post. Hell, I lived through it and I kinda want to skip this post. My son’s … Continue reading
Wherein I Utterly Fail As A Parent
If I was a teacher grading my parental performance, I would have to give myself an F. No….an F-. If I was the principal of parent school I would expel me. I keep on running the events of yesterday through … Continue reading
Back to Normal
The children are back in school. My hands are raised to the heavens. My mouth sings hymns of praise. I have cleared away the debris on my desk (there was beach sand on my desk. And a flip flop. And … Continue reading
In Which Kelly Barnhill Reveals Herself (yet again) To Be A Total Moron
It’s a well-known fact that I am not, nor have I ever been, the sharpest knife in the drawer, nor the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree nor the quickest cart in the Home Depot Parking Lot Shopping Cart Derby. … Continue reading
I’m pretty sure I just squashed the dreams (and possibly the souls) of a bunch of college students.
I just got back from a student/alumni networking event for Liberal Arts majors at my alma mater, St. Catherine University – a small, Catholic, all-lady college in Minnesota. I had agreed – foolishly, yes, I see that now – to … Continue reading
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Feed the Beast
Whenever I have a lull in my writing production (and let me tell you, this happens a lot), I start reading a TON of books on writing, on the creative process, on living the life of an artist, and what … Continue reading
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Processing My Way through the Launch Pad Experience; or, How My Brain Was Destroyed, Rearranged and Rebuilt by the Shockwave of an Exploding Supernova
Ok, fine, that subtitle is slightly misleading. Still, given the transformative power of an exploding supernova – both destructive and constructive, leaving that part of the universe indelibly altered – I’m starting to feel a lot of kinship with nebulas. … Continue reading
Want to save Literature? Support small presses.
I’m not kidding around. For all the bellyaching lately about the Endless Deathknells of Literature (and Life!) as we know it (yeah, Garrison, I’m talkin’ to you), not nearly enough attention is being paid to the vigorousness and vitality abounding in the … Continue reading
More Stories from the Ever-Awesome Clive
I love Clive. Millions and millions of love. Now, I know it’s very wrong of writers to pick favorites among their characters – much like parents pouring love onto particular children and ignoring the rest. And while it’s true that … Continue reading
The Loft Children’s and Young Adult Literature Conference
Thanks to everyone who was so kind as to come to my Magic and Fantasy class at the Loft yesterday. I seriously thought I’d only have two students, and was woefully unprepared for the number of folks who came. Actually, … Continue reading
