14 5 / 2014
jamessebastianbarnes said: Do you believe an author (or any creator in general, I guess) can/should/may/must be in their own fandom?
It’s difficult to picture critical discourse of a creator and said creator’s work being a good time for anyone if the creator is standing in the middle of the room awkwardly holding a drink.
I like to imagine authors (and by extension, myself), as large, hairless, friendly smog-dragons that cannot help but secrete a sweet-smelling but poisonous slime from every third pore in their bodies.
In the interests of saving the world from destruction, these smog-dragons nest in trees or in caves, away from people. They do not wander through malls or crowd-surf in the fandom. They also tend not to accept hugs for the same reason, although they are happy to do photos, without flash.
Because these smog-dragons are not unfriendly, they’re happy to answer questions shouted into their caves or trees. Sometimes onlookers are tempted to draw closer, because of the sweet-smellingness. And sometimes the dragons are tempted to climb out, because of the friendliness.
But this always just results in bodies strewn about.
BACK TO YOUR TREE, SMOGDRAGON.
I trust this answer is comprehensive.
*skulks back to tree, carrying tail meekly over arm*
20 4 / 2014
Me: uggggh I suck so hard at writing this boooook
Me: THERE IS NO MAGIC
Me: NO ONE IS GOING TO DIE
Me: WHAT EVEN IS THE POINT
OH GOD I KNOW THIS FEEL.
How is time supposed to pass if you’re not racing the clock on an adventure to defeat the bad guy and save the world? It’s like, “Oh, well, that was Tuesday and now it’s Halloween and then he spoke to me in November and Thursday evening, we had eggs, WTF.”
I JUST WROTE A SCENE ABOUT A SANDWICH.
This is why, much as I enjoy and admire good contemporary novels, I have never yet written one. Indeed, if the ending third of a certain book seems rushed to some people, it was probably because I was so excited to get to the part I’d been dying to write all along.
(I was also deliberately trying to make that part feel less concrete and real and more of a dizzy rush, so I could call the whole thing into question later on, but that’s another story. Literally.)
25 10 / 2013
Currently, until Oct 20th, the CBC is taking suggestions for books to be featured during Canada Reads 2014. The theme is ‘what book do you think will change Canada.’
And so I thought about what YA I’d read in the past few years that would qualify (written by a Canadian, traditionally published, available in English and in print) and suggested a couple of titles.
Then I started thinking. What if there was a kids and teens version of Canada Reads?
There sort of is already, with all the library association readers lists like the Ontario Library Association’s Forest of Reading, and the BC Book Prizes, and there’s the TD Canadian Children’s Literature Award. But I wanted something like Canada Reads for YA. Something nation-wide, possibly on TV.
Instead, I’m thinking I’ll do something sort of similar but also different.
I want you (yes, you) to suggest YA books that you think Canada should read. Same basic rules as Canada Reads apply (see the above Rules section for details), but it has to be a young adult book.
Everyone is welcome to suggest books. Book bloggers, authors, teachers, librarians, reviewers, critics, book nerds, doctors, dentists, pilots, police officers, lawyers. If you can suggest a book in the Suggestion box, then suggest away.
My only requirement is that, when you suggest, you say why, and not that ‘it was totally amazing.’ Give Canada a reason to pick up the book and give it a read.
14 9 / 2012
To begin, let me tell you a story.
Earlier this week I was coming out of the high school where I occasionally help out with a lunch-hour Bible discussion group. It was the first meeting of the year and attendance was low, so we had about seven boxes of pizza left over. After distributing most of the largesse to the teachers in the staff room, I still had two pizzas left to take home for my family. But as I was walking across the parking lot to my minivan, it occurred to me that I really only needed one.
At the same moment I spotted a gang of lanky mid-teen boys hanging out by the edge of the parking lot, scuffing their feet on the pavement and looking bored. I called out, “Hey, you guys want free pizza?” and eight faces simultaneously lit up.