Last orb for a while:
The Newbery Medal
twisted and twirled
into
a
golden
orb
(Click to enlarge)
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Monday, February 10, 2014
Sunday, February 9, 2014
And more orbs . . .
What does your eye see
how will I know
unless you show me
or tell me
?
For you, today,
more orbs
with a note beneath each
giving its origin:
Snow, mountains, sky
Tomatoes
Single flower
Watercolor of flower bouquet
Charm bracelet on wood table
Have a favorite?
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Sunday, August 19, 2012
Something Great and Unexpected
In a school a few years ago, when I was introducing The Unfinished Angel, I asked the students to imagine discovering "something unexpected." I was going to refer to the character in that book who discovers an angel living in a tower.
But as soon as I said the word unexpected, the audience collectively shrank back in their seats. They looked fearful and anxious. That surprised and bothered me. When had the unexpected become something to be feared?
I thought about this for some time. I wanted to write a story in which the unexpected was something great, something that might alter someone's feelings about the unexpected. Perhaps, then, that person's whole view of the future might also be altered.
That was the central impetus for this newest book, The Great Unexpected:
I've had my own great and unexpected event: a call one cold, gray February day in 1995 when I was home alone in England, ready to throw a manuscript-in-progress out the window.
The phone rang. "Walk Two Moons has received the Newbery Medal."
"Cut it out, Tom," I said. (I thought it was my brother playing a joke.)
Shortly thereafter, my publisher phoned. I asked her how many of these medals were awarded each year? "500? 300? 100?"
There was a long pause while she, no doubt, considered my ignorance. At last, she said, "One, Sharon. One."
I can assure you that this was completely unexpected–and very, very great. . . and it took me a long, long while to believe that it was okay to accept this good fortune.
But as soon as I said the word unexpected, the audience collectively shrank back in their seats. They looked fearful and anxious. That surprised and bothered me. When had the unexpected become something to be feared?
I thought about this for some time. I wanted to write a story in which the unexpected was something great, something that might alter someone's feelings about the unexpected. Perhaps, then, that person's whole view of the future might also be altered.
That was the central impetus for this newest book, The Great Unexpected:
I've had my own great and unexpected event: a call one cold, gray February day in 1995 when I was home alone in England, ready to throw a manuscript-in-progress out the window.
The phone rang. "Walk Two Moons has received the Newbery Medal."
"Cut it out, Tom," I said. (I thought it was my brother playing a joke.)
Shortly thereafter, my publisher phoned. I asked her how many of these medals were awarded each year? "500? 300? 100?"
There was a long pause while she, no doubt, considered my ignorance. At last, she said, "One, Sharon. One."
I can assure you that this was completely unexpected–and very, very great. . . and it took me a long, long while to believe that it was okay to accept this good fortune.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
ALA, part 2
Some 20,000 librarians, publishers and writers
descended on Anaheim, CA,
for the annual American Library Association conference
June 21-26, 2012.
This was a crazy, good time to celebrate books
and to meet twitter/blog/facebook followers
and librarians
and colleagues
(Judy Zuckerman)
(Katy Horning, Emily Kokie)
(Randy and Karen Hesse)
(me, Ed Spicer, Katherine Applegate)
(Joanna Cotler, Susan Katz, Kate Jackson, Lisa von Drasek)
(Newbery winner Jack Gantos and daughter Mabel)
Such a week!
Such good folk!
Wish I had been able to take more photos
. . .
next time
. . .
xx
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