Something wicked (ok, not that wicked) this way comes.

Working on a tie-in website for a new project I’m working on that I’m excited about.  Stay tuned!  Get back with you soon.

coming_soon~Thanks!

 

Read Or Die: Let’s Get Serious For a Moment.

Don’t let it slide, not even over the summer. Even if you’re reading aloud to your kid, that’s improving their literacy and vocabulary; they don’t have to be the ones reading to you all the time :-). If they’re resistant to reading, take them often to libraries and bookstores, encourage them to read about what they love, surround them with magazines, comic books, and language games.

Sad but informative literary statistics here: http://www.begintoread.com/research/literacystatistics.html

Remember that “functional illiteracy” may mean that someone reads some, but not enough, and has a difficult time keeping up with the printed word. There are far more functionally illiterate people in our nation than we realize. It can be a debilitating problem. It is important to read early and often, throughout life.

Read Or Die: Ouch! Don’t throw a mound of doughnuts at your cousin!

Some of you have probably seen that poem that’s going around the internet, filled with the many idiosyncrasies of the English language.  If not, here’s the link: 90% of People Can’t Pronounce This Whole Poem/You Have To Try It.

hard grammarI was proctoring standardized end of grade tests for my daughter’s school, and as I strolled around the various classrooms watching kids fill in tiny bubbles with #2 pencils, I snapped a picture of something similar. (At left)  I giggled aloud when I read it, causing some of the kids to look at me like I’d lost my mind – which is quite likely: proctoring EOGs is the very definition of boring.  How could it be otherwise, since proctors aren’t allowed to read, text, write, phone, or daydream during the EOGs, only wander around making sure that kids are filling in bubbles and the teacher is administering the tests properly? . . . but that’s a blog post for another time . . .

Anyway, if any of you are speakers of English as a second language, or if any of you are teaching kids/adults how to read English, feel free to chime in here about what kind of bat-sh&t crazy pronunciation stuff drives you even bat-sh&t crazier.  ;-)

~Thanks!

 

Read Or Die: Once Upon a Time. The End.

My brothers and me in the 1970s.  (I'm the adorable one in pink.)

My brothers and me in the 1970s. (I’m the adorable one in pink.)

Do you have big brothers?  I do.  I have three.  For the most part this was cool growing up.  I was spoiled, lavished with attention, protected, nurtured, loved.

But story time was another deal.  If mom or dad was too tired to read to me or tell me a story at night, it fell to one of the three of them.  Brother number three couldn’t be bothered (He kind of thought I was a pest.)  Brother number two was rarely home. (He was busy running my parents’ cars out of gasoline galivanting all over the county.)  So the task frequently fell to responsible Brother number one (An overachiever, but that’s first-borns for you.)

However, his favorite bedtime story sucked.  Badly.  It was the same every time.  “Once upon a time.  The End.”  That was it.  He’d tuck me in.  Say, “Once upon a time, the end.”  Turn off the light, and that was that.

“Where’s the middle?”  I’d always ask in protest.  There was never a middle.  This was heresy: all stories needed middles.

“Come up with your own middle, Becky,” he’d say.

“Grrrrr.”

And that was why and how I started writing stories in my head at night to get myself to sleep.  Now I’m writing them down.

I’ll show HIM, Mr. Big-Brother-Who-Couldn’t-Be-Bothered-To-Come-Up-With-A-Middle-To-The-Story.

;-)

~Thanks!

Read Or Die: Flashlights under the covers, and other reading stories.

I hesitate to admit this, because it makes me sound old, but here goes – my pre-digital life story:

under coversWhen I was little and learned to read all by myself, I fell in love with it and wanted to read as late into the evening as I possibly could after my parents put me to bed.  This became easy in the spring and summer, when daylight savings time made the evening hours longer, even though I had to go to bed, no exceptions, by 8:00 p.m.  I had to be in bed, but nobody had said anything about being asleep at that time, so I read by the light coming through my west-facing window.  I read until I squinted.  (Perhaps I can blame my myopia on this practice?)  I only had an overhead light in my bedroom, which mom or dad would turn off after they tucked me in, no bedside light.  It never even occurred to me to have a bedside light to read by.  I remember reading Rudyard Kipling’s Just So Stories this way, as well as Nancy Drew mystery after Nancy Drew mystery, and Choose Your Own Adventure stories.  I got to the point where I would sneak a flashlight under the covers when it got dark, just to keep reading.  But that Christmas I got one of the best Christmas presents of my entire life – a bedside lamp.

And I’ve been a late night reader ever since.

And now my older daughter is the same.  I can’t keep the smile and pride out of my voice when I holler at her to turn off her light and go to sleep!  ;-)

How about all of you?  What are your reading habits?  Is it mandatory that you read at bedtime?

~Thanks!

Read Or Die: How To Annoy Your Parents

I loved to read so much and from a very early age.  I literally read everything I could get my hands on, beyond books: cereal boxes, my parents’ mail, street signs, store signs – actually everything with words on it that I saw out the car window, everywhere we went . . . usually out loud.  In fact, I very likely drove my parents crazy doing this.  (Though they never complained.)  When we would go on trips – in the era before smartphones – I would read aloud everything I read as we drove.  Everything.  And I’d get a little frustrated when we drove by something too fast for me to read.

So kids, if you want to practice your speed reading, I recommend you try this.  Your parents will LOVE you for it.

Yield.  First Street.  Slow.  Bridge Freezes Before Road.  Next Rest Stop 25 Miles.  No Trucks Left Lane.  Chevron.  Toll Road Ahead . . . . . . .

Went by this one plenty of times . . .

Read Or Die: The Red Book Bathroom

We have books in every room of our house.  Lots of books in every room.  Even the bathroom.  These three books are currently lying on my bathroom floor.  I call them “the red cover collection.”  Are you like me and have books scattered everywhere….mainly because you simply don’t have enough bookshelves?  Or are you more organized and have a central library?  Or are your books all electronic these days?

I’d love to hear from you!

~Thanks!

Jennifer Nielson's The Shadow Throne, Rick Riordan's Battle of the Labyrinth, and Suzanne Collin's Catching Fire.

Jennifer Nielson’s The Shadow Throne, Rick Riordan’s Battle of the Labyrinth, and Suzanne Collin’s Catching Fire.

READ OR DIE….relax, I’m starting a new blog series, and that’s just what it’s called.

NEW BLOG SERIES STARTING SOON:

READ OR DIE!

My collection of wit and wisdom, pics and poesy, words and wonders, that iterate and reiterate the value of reading.
I hope you enjoy, and I hope you share your own “Read Or Die” tidbits with me in future  comments.

Here’s my logo – which is actually more of a collage.  Stay tuned for “Read Or Die.”

Read Or Die Logo~Thanks!

It’s basically a Western, set in the 1970s, with cocaine. I liked it.

Saving Laura, by Jim Satterfield

I met some cool folks, agents and writers alike, at the Las Vegas Writers’ Conference.  I’m still processing the stuff I learned from them.  While I’m processing and working on my WIPs (works-in-progress) I agreed to read and review a book for one of those agents and her client.  It’s not the kind of book I would have ordinarily picked up, but I’m glad I did.  First, a preface: One of my brothers, who used to never read books if he could avoid them, has become a pretty big reader in recent years.  However, he only reads books written by men.  He told me he would NEVER read a book by a woman.  To this I responded, “Thanks, man.  And if I get published? Would you read MY book(s)?”  And he hasn’t answered me yet!

Anyway, while reading Jim Satterfield’s Saving Laura, I figured it was the kind of book, a real “man’s man” kind of book, that my brother would like. My brother, the wildlife officer and avid outdoorsman, and the author share a similar background.  (Author Jim Satterfield has a Ph.D. in fishery and wildlife biology.)  Saving Laura is about as avid an outdoorsy book as I’ve ever read in my life.  Anyway, I wrote the review; I enjoyed the book.  I hope Satterfield finds success with this and future books.  Check it out if you’re interested.  Here’s a link to my review on Goodreads, or if you prefer, on Amazon.

Oh, and, if you run into my brother, smack him upside the back of the head for me.  He needs to start reading women, especially his sister . . . but that’s for another blog post, isn’t it?

~Thanks!

My Writers Conference Trip to Las Vegas – in bullet points

buck and winnie

Me with Buck and Winnie

agent checklist

When your hand starts cramping from taking notes, just take a pic on your smart phone.

•Looked suspicious to TSA, extra long “single flyer” line, got sniffed by dog, missed plane, sat in airport for a while, wrote, finally made it to Vegas
•Only smoking room available at hotel first night, sinuses shut down
•First day of conference extraordinarily helpful, learned bunches
•Got new room, sinuses sang Hallelujah
•Went gambling, lost bunches
•Second day of conference extra-extraordinarily helpful, made friends, face-time with agents, picked their brains (not in the zombie way)
•Went gambling, lost bunches
•Third morning of conference extra-extra-extraordinarily helpful, learned strategies to improve my weaknesses

Not my manuscript, but inspirational nonetheless.

Not my manuscript, but inspirational nonetheless.

•Went gambling, lost bunches, questioned the logic of gambling
•Dinner and keynote speaker of conference very affirming, won Staples gift card, maybe luck returning?

Keynote speaker, best-selling author Robyn Carr, talked about becoming an overnight success after 30 years.  ;-)

Keynote speaker, best-selling author Robyn Carr, talked about becoming an overnight success after 30 years. ;-)

•Went gambling, said a prayer that if I could just win it all back I’d accept the consequences, won it all back

 

 

 

 

•Got back to room for a few hours sleep before early-as-hell flight, found toilet had erupted in my absence, sewage flowing out all over room, onto laundry and belongings, down into hotel lobby

Because dogs, though not kids, are allowed on the casino floor.....

Because dogs, though not kids, are allowed on the casino floor…..

 

I seemed to be popular with security everywhere I went.

I seemed to be popular with security everywhere I went.

 

 

 

 

 

 

•Spent night with security at laundromat across the road at campsite, no sleep, got a nice ride to the airport at early-as-hell hour, consequences accepted, the sewage stayed in Vegas

•Whoo . . . What a trip!

Kudos to the Henderson Writers Group and their excellent conference.  The Las Vegas Writers Conference 2014 was my first writers conference.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I chose it because I wanted to combine a long-desired trip to Vegas along with a writers conference – my “mommy’s holiday,” as it were.  I had a helluva time!

If any of you haven’t gone to a writers conference and are considering it, I’d say it’s money well spent.  I learned a lot, made great contacts, but most importantly, got a ton of energy and affirmation – which is priceless.

~Thanks!

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