Good, Well, Whatever

timthumbSo I just returned from a swell SCBWI conference and my brain is still a little frazzled from all that good writing stuff coming in (and hopefully the bad writing stuff going out). But I promise to share a couple writing treasures after I’ve decompressed.

Oh! Here’s what I’ll do: I’ll pick the winner for Last in a Long Line of Rebels on Thursday on Wednesday, October 28th, and then give a couple winning tips so that those of you who don’t win this wonderful novel won’t feel quite so bad. (But don’t comment here if you want to enter the giveaway–go comment on the post from last week, please!)

In the meantime, you can enjoy “Facing the Sewing Moment” over at the Muffin, depending on where you are in your writing journey. That is to say, if you’re serious about writing, you’ll want to get crackin’ and if you’re not so serious, you’ll give yourself permission to chill out. Either way, it’s all going to be good.

Um…I mean well (said the gal who just returned from a writer’s conference).

The Mom, Snake, and Persistence Story

Many years afile000790259432go, when my mother taught ninth grade English (Yeah, it was so long ago that the subject was called English instead of Language Arts), she came home with a doozy of a story.

First, you need to know that Mom was kind of a tough teacher. And when I say “kind of”, I mean “a lot.” She didn’t put up with much foolishness in the classroom, but still, she was a good and fair teacher. That year’s class had been a challenging one due to one particular student. A student whom Mom had had more than one go-round with. I mean, this kid had been sent to the principal’s office more than once.

So you can imagine my mom’s surprise when, with just a day or two left in the school year, this kid brings her a taped up, shirt-sized gift box to say thanks. Mom choked out a thanks in return and much to the student’s disappointment, said, “I’ll open this later. We have work to do.”

She had no intention of opening that gift. The minute classes ended for the day, Mom marched down to the principal’s office and explained the situation. The principal took the box from her.

“What do you think it is, Ms. Crider?”

“I shook it,” said my mom. “And whatever’s in there moves back and forth. I think it might be…well, I think it’s a snake.”

“A snake!” The principal shook the box and sure enough, something moved back and forth. “Let’s take this box outside.”

The two of them went out to the parking lot, the whole time Mom fussing about this student and how he probably wanted to get back at her. Ninth graders, after all, don’t always think things through. Even so, she didn’t want him to get in any more trouble. “Let’s just open this box and be done with it,” said Mom.

So the principal carefully peeled back the tape and coaxed the lid almost off. “Stand back,” he said. And in one fell swoop he yanked off the lid and threw the box across the parking lot so the snake could slither away.

But it was not a snake.

It was a cupcake.

And a disgusting cupcake at that, after rolling across the parking lot and into the grass.

Oh my word, I laughed so hard, my sides hurt. Mom laughed pretty hard, too. The kid did get back at her, but not in any way he could’ve imagined.

I wrote a children’s story called, “Snake in the Box!” and it was partly based on that true story. It’s a favorite of mine, and though I submitted it to several kidlit magazines, it just didn’t sell.

Until a few days ago when I heard from an editor in China who wanted the story. I’d sent it to her almost a year ago, and honestly, I’d completely forgotten about “Snake in the Box.” But now, I suppose, Chinese students will get to read it.

I’m not so sure they’ll get the humor.

A Little Seussical Inspiration

I have loved Dr. Seuss and his adorkable books for…well, forever, it seems. I loved them when I was a kid, and I loved them when my kids were little kids and I read them aloud, and I think I may love them even more, now that I write for kids. seuss-big_11Theodore Geisel was genius–is genius–and as soon as I have fifteen free minutes, I’m dashing to the bookstore to read What Pet Should I Get?

I won’t even care if it’s not up to the usual Seussical brilliant standards. After all, if he’d wanted to publish it, I suspect he would have. But more Seuss in the world–even so-so Seuss–is cause for celebration. And, I think, inspiration. You can read for yourself if you have a minute to dash over to The Muffin for “Green Eggs and Inspiration.

I promise that I didn’t wax too poetic over there…

Okay, that’s a bald-faced lie. I did wax a little poetic. I mean, I just love Dr. Seuss. And I would read him here or there, I would read him in a chair, or with a bear or on a dare.

I do so love that timeless guy. Thank you, thank you, Dr. Seuss. *sigh*

A Bang Out Of New Year’s

KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERAWhen I realized that I was scheduled to write the New Year’s Day post over at the Muffin, I was like, “Dang. I just wrote about New Year’s.”

I’m not gonna lie; I was a little stumped. But then I took a long, hot bath and bang!  “Before You Look Forward, Take a Look Back” came to me.

Also, it occurred to me to check my Muffin calendar a wee bit more regularly.

So Happy New Year’s, friends! May 2015 be filled with sparkly words and glittering sales, and most especially, may you find where your heart–and pen–is leading you!