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WHY UNICORNS ARE BULL&$#%

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

I had a problem with my bathtub the other day. I usually get along well with my bathtub, which is from the 1930s, and extremely massive, and good at the task of hold water. These are excellent qualities in a tub! But the other day it decided it was going to hold water and NEVER, [...]

CITIZEN JOHNSON

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Today’s Question One leads me nicely into my story:
danica said…mj, do you still want a pink stun gun after the tazering incident in Vancouver?
(I realize you’d only ever use your stun gun for good, but I’d still like to know.)
Rexroth Implausible, fiancé to my agent, Daphne Unfeasible, just tempted me with this:

“What’s that?” you ask, [...]

I NEVER LIE

Saturday, October 20th, 2007

Okay, guys. Seriously. You’d think that when J.K. Rowling was following me around a few weeks ago, eating my snacks . . . in all that time, why couldn’t she have told me something useful and interesting?
Like that Dumbledore is gay, for instance?
There’s something good and positive, something . . . oh, what’s the [...]

THE TRUTH ABOUT ALLIGATORS, VAMPIRES, AND TOOTHBRUSHES

Sunday, October 14th, 2007

I just got back from Disneyworld, my friends.
I was not there to ride on Space Mountain wearing Mickey ears. Oh no. I was there for a very legitimate reason: 13 Little Blue Envelopes is on the Florida Teens Read list, so I was asked to come down to the Florida Association for Media in Education [...]

CHAPTER SIX, IN WHICH I GET A MUSICAL TOOTHBRUSH

Friday, October 5th, 2007

I had lunch with my erstwhile agent, Daphne Unfeasible, today. It was a glorious summer-like day here in New York (thank you, global warming!). We sat at an outdoor café on Park Avenue behind a table full of priests.
I always feel kind of smugly content when I’m near a lot of priests, because I [...]

WHAT WRITERS DO ALL DAY TOO: MORE WRITERS

Friday, February 23rd, 2007

What you’re about to read was actually written on Wednesday. At this exact moment, it is Friday. I am in J. Green’s apartment, working at a table and watching J. Green play golf on his Wii while talking on the phone.
Actually, mostly what I am doing is sneezing. For someone who claimed she never gets [...]