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Archive for July, 2006

Death and The Author: a play in three acts

Tuesday, July 25th, 2006

ACT I
MJ is sitting at the table, typing away on her little Apple PowerBook. There are notes and papers all over the table. She constantly runs her hands through her hair in despair.
MJ: This can’t be due in a few days. It can’t be.
There is a knock at the door.
MJ: The food! Finally!DEATH shows up [...]

HOW TO WRITE A BOOK

Tuesday, July 18th, 2006

Because I am coming very close to a deadline for Girl At Sea, I wanted to give you a glimpse into the process of writing a book. After all, that’s what most people want to know. How do you write a book?
This is not a guide to the long, thoughtful process of plotting, sketching, researching, [...]

Dangerous visits, and two towns called Slaughter

Friday, July 14th, 2006

Greetings from England! Or, as I like to call it, Fancyworld.
It’s been hot and sunny here, which isn’t exactly the kind of weather England is known for. I keep stepping outside and thinking, “This isn’t right. This just isn’t right.”
I was crushed to just miss the “Ham-stravaganza”—a party held in New York to celebrate the [...]

Get your ticket for the "High School is hell" tour!

Saturday, July 8th, 2006

Happy just-after-4th-of-July, readers! Here’s a look at our celebration of revolution here in New York.

I called Oscar Gingersnort in England to tell him not to try taxing me without representing me. He sidestepped this and said, “That rat on the rat hammock on your blog the other day . . . that was no rat. [...]

mj desk exclusives, with zombies

Sunday, July 2nd, 2006

When I wrote my last post, I was so distracted by the rats and zombies floating around my e-mail that I didn’t immediately notice the content. Once I read the notes, I realized I had missed something pretty fundamental.
“Books,” I said to myself. “No one was asking me about rats or zombies. They were [...]