With the recent departure from our department of longtime Wizards editor Mark Sehestedt, we find ourselves in need of an editor on the adult fantasy side. If you’re an editor with five years or more of book publishing experience, with at least two …
But apparently Winchester the cat is more longsuffering. Not to say we haven’t tried, mind. Note the pitiful look in Tildrum’s eyes as he wears the baby bonnet my roommate made for her new niece. Note also that none of the pictures …
I’ve referred several times over the years to a talk I once saw Katherine Paterson give in Boston at the Cambridge Forum, but only now realized that it was recorded as a podcast in addition to being broadcast on the local radio. It’s a …
Publisher’s Weekly reports today that Madeleine L’Engle died last night at the age of 89. From what I can tell, it was probably related to old age, and I hope that she passed peacefully. I cannot say enough how much Madeleine L’Engle’s …
And suddenly it’s the weekend. I got back Tuesday afternoon but it’s been a rush in the short week to get everything done that I needed to. I don’t have time this morning to tell you all about L.A. but …
Well, I’m off to L.A. in the morning for a mini-vacation before I go to the L.A. Public Library to speak to the YA librarians there. I’m very excited to meet everyone, and looking forward to spending the weekend with …
So says Meg Cabot. She’s written a hilariously apt analogy of the relationship between editor and writer on her blog today: But it would be awesome if there WERE mole people in one of my books. Only guess how long …
…was that my mirrors was actually a two-way talking device. I’d have conversations with myself in my mirror, pretending that it was a friend I was talking to, even if it was an imaginary friend (I had no Imaginary Friend, …
Sometimes a writing breakthrough comes in dreams, I’ve heard, but never experienced it until I woke up this morning. I don’t have time to go into detail, but basically I had the weirdest dream that involved a party at Cheryl …
Kind of a Poetry Sunday. Lament for Flodden* I’VE heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a’ lilting before dawn o’ day; But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning– The Flowers of the Forest are a’ wede away. …