Monthly Archives: February 2010

Kyra: A Contest With A Grand Prize and CORRECTION March Mar-a-thon Details on Monday the First Day of March

Below you will find several book quotes. Some good. Some ridiculous. My mom (Carol) says she will critique five pages of a WIP written for kids (she’ll let you know the rules if you win) for the first person who gets all the quotes connected to the right books. Hint: a few of these are written for adults. And some are really easy. If you know any other terrific quotes from books, please post. (Answers to come.)

“The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.”

“I hated sports. I hated sports, and I hated people who played them, and I hated people who watched them, and I hated people who didn’t hate people who watched or played them.”

“ ‘If only, if only,” the woodpecker sighs,
“The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies.
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
Crying to the moo-oo-oon,
If only, If only.’ ”

“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”

“A new sickness invaded Jerry, the sickness of knowing what he had become, another animal, another beast, another violent person in a violent world, inflicting damage, not disturbing the universe but damaging it.”

“I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have.”

“Grand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.”

“I’ll find me a house
with a piano
and doctors to help
my mother
and no old man . . .”

“The knife had done almost everything it was brought to that house to do, and both the blade and the handle were wet.”

“Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two of no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud…”

” ‘Get busy living or get busy dying.’ ”

“It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.”

“It almost rained Saturday.
The clouds hung low over the farm.
The air felt thick.
It smelled like rain.”

“These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.”

“Remember, we’re madly in love, so it’s all right to kiss me anytime you feel like it.”

“You are not special. You’re not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We’re all part of the same compost heap. We’re all singing, all dancing crap of the world.”


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Hi Lovelies: Events

Did you ever love February?

With the snow and ice and no Christmas but yes Valentines which never ever ever disappoints? And what about President’s Day. Ehh?

Here are some things you can do to ease the winter stale air:

1. Watch the people march on a street.

2. Make pretzels.

3. Get samples at Costco.

4. Eat dry spaghetti

5. Go see Richard Peck and Polly Horvath at the King’s English next week.*

6. Watch orphans.

7. Visit a local museum with dead animals.

8. Watch the girls cry about boys.

9. Buy Everything is Fine in Paperback (coming out March 1st).

10. Read a book. Or two.

Any other ideas?

Tomorrow: Kyra’s book review and details about the upcoming March Mar-a-thon . . . hold your breath!



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Writing Challenge: Finish This

In 250-500 words, finish this piece.

He saw her. Right there. From the corner of his eye.
When he looked  full on, she was almost visible, like the heat of the
day on the road.
But side-eyed, there!

He . . .


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Ann Dee: On Being a Writer

Hello Everyone. Today my son flattened my laptop. So now it’s like a beach chair that goes all the way back–perfect.

I also want to say that there are things that we have to do over and over again. Have you noticed that? Like the laundry.


And over.

Or sweeping.


And over.

Or showering.


And over.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot as the snow falls on dreary February days and I find myself once again, hauling all my kitchen utensils that were thrown down the stairs back up to the kitchen (what? this not normal in your house? weird).

We have big things. We have things we celebrate. We have occasions. But for the most part, life is over and over again. Many of these things we all do. Essentials like going to the bathroom, eating, etc. Other things are almost essential. Showering. Sweeping. Etc. And then there are things that we choose to make a part of our life. You get where I’m going with this but let me say something first.

I try to stay on top of things. I’ll get it all together and make some kind of goal. I will put everything away after the kids go to bed. I will not let dishes go over night. I will fold the clothes as I pull them out of the dryer.

I make these goals and things go well, for awhile. Then one day I get tired. Or I get lazy. Or I get busy and I toss the laundry into the basket (or on top of the dryer or on top of our bed like the one (maybe two) times Cam and I had a clean clothes bed for awhile) to be folded later. Ha ha ha later. If I let things go, if I get myself out of the habit, the laundry becomes this daunting task that is scary and embarrassing and goes untouched for days, weeks, months.

So back to the things we (I) choose to be a part of our lives. Writing. I know some people say they can’t breathe without it. They MUST write. I’m not like that. I like to write. I feel happy when I write. It’s good to write. But I can breathe quite well without it. In fact, I can have a perfectly fulfilling life without writing for the most part. I know that about myself. I do love it. But I also love a lot of other things.

I have learned then, that writing is a choice. Just like anything else.  I think what makes someone a writer is not whether they’ve published, not whether someone likes (or dislikes) what they’ve written, not if they have a lot of buzz on the internet, what makes a writer is if they write.




If they choose to make it a part of their life.

I used to say that I wrote in spurts. That whole Write Every Day thing was blah blah for me. I liked to take a week and just get it out. I used to say that. And it’s true. I do better when I have a week to get it out.

I don’t have a week. I barely have an hour.

So I’ve had to make decisions. Is this something I want? Do I want to be a writer? Am I a writer? And the only true question to that question is, do I write? Do I want to make space in my life to write?

Sometimes the answer is no.

But most the time the answer is yes.

If the answer is yes, I need to make it an over and over again thing. I have to. Because like the laundry, I have found that if I let it go, if I let it pile up in a basket, it becomes daunting. A horrible task that I don’t want to face. But if I make it a daily thing, just fold it as it comes out. Just put it away RIGHT THEN, if I do that, I get something done. I don’t have to wade through clean clothes and let the dirty ones pile up. If I keep my head in the writing mode a little at a time, day after day after day, I can be a writer.

Even with a flattened laptop.


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