I’m still around. I’m busy revising some short stories… and a novel… and doing all the dull, mundane writer-y stuff that no one wants to hear about. Okay. Fine. I’m obsessing over my Submission Grinder page. That’s nifty. It gives you the impression that things are happening! As opposed to silence until somebody gets around to responding to you. (Hey, look! They rejected twenty-eight people who are not me today.)
July 6 question – If you could live in any book world, which one would you choose?
Not one of the ones I write about, that’s for sure! I mean… Well, it might not be as bad as some of the worlds out there, but… uhm… it’s not a tourist brochure.
Stuff happens. I don’t wanna live with that! And I’m pretty sure that a number of my characters are not particularly good people.
Nope. It seems to me that children’s books are the way to go. I wanna live in a children’s book. One of those best-possible world things where everyone is happy and doing happy, wonderful things. I think I want to go on being human, though. I don’t want to be a pig that somehow plays the electric guitar, or a rabbit or something.
Can I live in The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats? Everybody knows–and likes–everybody else. There are snowball fights… and I’m pretty sure I remember food somewhere in there. It’s been a while. It’s a nice world to think about. Nothing could really go wrong there. And also… I’m still just as obsessed with the hat as ever. I want the hat. (And no, I’m not exactly sure how it’s better than every stocking cap I ever had in my life. I just know that it is.)