Tuesday, December 29, 2009

My Holiday Vacation read - A great MG book - Models Don't Eat Chocolate Cookies

I got a lot of books and a KINDLE!! (more about that in another post) for Christmas. I want to tell you about MODELS DON'T EAT CHOCOLATE COOKIES because it was a really good, fast, lol-funny book that is great for tweens (9-13, and even older).
The 411:
When Celeste’s meddling aunt enters her in the Miss Husky Peach Pageant for “larger sized girls,” the eighth-grader quails at the thought of the teasing that’s sure to follow, though the idea of modeling has its appeal. Reasoning that if she loses enough weight, she’ll be ineligible for the contest, Celeste finds the motivation to skip snacks and even to exercise. Along the way, she begins to express her individuality through the unlikely vehicle of a beauty contest. Successes, flops, humiliations, and recoveries are all part of the pageant process, and even girls who don’t see themselves as potential models will enjoy Celeste’s account of her experiences. The wry first-person narrative also provides convincing views of middle-school friendships, family dynamics, and incremental personal growth. The ending may be a bit too rosy for absolute realism, but readers rooting for Celeste won’t complain. A light, well-paced first novel.
The recommendation: Your tween girl will love it. Congratulations to Erin Dionne on her wonderful debut novel. Her second book can be pre-ordered from her THE TOTAL TRAGEDY OF A GIRL NAMED HAMLET can be pre-ordered from erindionne.com.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

The Christmas Post

It took Christmas in the air, twenty inches of snow, cabin fever, a blinking tree, and our favorite old Christmas book for us to huddle up for story time. We used to do this a LOT more when the kids were younger. But, now with our busy lives filled with work, school, sports, playdates, TV, computer and Wii, we don't much anymore, which doesn't make any sense because we all love it.

But recently the conditions were just right to snuggle and read from The Tall Book of Christmas (pictured). This well-worn book is a compilation of familiar favorites and lesser-known stories dating back to 1904. Reading together from this old book (origin long forgotten, maybe my dad's) has become a wonderful holiday tradition. Reading is like that, isn't it? Timeless.

The story we read was one you might not know: "The Story of the First Christmas Tree." In it a woodcutter has lost his way in the night. The good fairies of the forest light tree after tree in the snowy woods to guide him home. I just love that...the lights in the forest leading him home. Similarly this little old book has the ability to draw us "home"...around a twinkly tree sharing a story and a peaceful heart.

My holiday wish for my friends and family is just that: Hearts filled with peace that maybe, just maybe, with the help of an occasional good story, stays with you long after the snow melts.

Christmas Trivia: "The Story of First Christmas Tree" references Santa's eight reindeer. It's copywrited 1948, which led me and my three fellow researchers to question exactly when Rudolph became mainstream. Here's the answer: The character, story and song were invented as part of a retail store (Montgomery Ward) ad in 1939. While the original story is not in the public doman, rights were sold for a television special in 1964. It wasn't until that time that Rudolph then became part of Christmas folklore. (Thank you, Wikipedia. I just adore you.)

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Announcement: I am NOT sending Christmas cards (again) this year

Does this mean I'm a Grinch? Not at all. I like Christmas. Not as much as Halloween, but I like it.

You can call me a Grinch and I wouldn't mind. He's cute, and furry and green, and, let's face it, his theme song rocks!
I wonder if Dr. Seuss knew when he sat down to pen When The Grinch Stole Christmas that it would be a classic? I mean don't all writers, somewhere in our private psyche, imagine that our current project will live on long after our deaths? Don't we imagine that Literature students at an ivy-clad University in New England will study our work and our lives and gawk at the genius??
Okay, reality pill, maybe we imagine favorable reviews, four stars on Amazon.com, a few on-line interviews, and cool tweets.

Back to the topic of this post - the Christmas Cards... Historically I've sent a vast distribution of photo cards. Last year I was pressed with work and chores that I said, "I'll take a year off." A weight fell off my shoulders. So when the decision "to send or not to send" came up this year, it was a no-brainer.

But, please don't stop sending me your cards. I love getting pictures of the kids.

In closing, some Grinch trivia: The town of Whoville and the mountain of which the Grinch lives were based on the Town of Easthampton, Massachusetts and the overlooking mountain named Mount Tom. Easthampton and Mount Tom are just north of Springfield, MA where Dr. Seuss grew up. (Thank you, Wikipedia. I'm not ashamed to admit that I've got a thing for you ;)

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Formerly knows as KELLY QUINN'S SECRET COOKING CLUB

It's official. KELLY QUINN'S SECRET COOKING CLUB has a new title: JUST ADD MAGIC. It's exciting, snappy, short, commercial, and according to my market research (sample of 3), the audience LOVES it!
The change to JUST ADD MAGIC took a little getting used to, but with the support of a fantabulous agent and a wondertastic editor, I'm adjusting.
Remember the name: JUST ADD MAGIC.
ps- I've been really good and I'm hoping Santa puts some cover art in my stocking.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

First Draft Mode

I am totally in the throws of first draft mode.
What does it look like? Not pretty.
I am just on-on-on all the time...except when I'm asleep. Actually, that's not true, because for the last several days, when I'm asleep, I'm noodling plot and character. The muses whisper in my ear, more ideas that any one human can possibly contemplate. When I'm awake, my fingers can't type fast enough to keep up with my brain. My synapses fire constantly, on overdrive, a thousand firecrackers in my head.
I have all the ideas, the outline fleshed out, the characters pictured in my head (most of them), a mental image of the backdrop. I know how I want the conflicts to pan out and be resolved. I know what the mystery is and how it will be solved. I also know some of my personal challenges with this project:
1) Keeping it middle grade when it creeps to YA.
2) Adding in a sweet girly relationship that hasn't yet made itself apparent. But, I have confidence it will come as I write the scenes. And if it doesn't, that's why I have my peeps, my writing group. The WIPS (Works in Progress can pin point issues, back those suckers into a corner, and suggest solutions.
This is like being on a wonderful first date that won't end until I get it all down on paper which is coming fast, but not fast enough.
I'm torn between rushing to get this rough first draft down, and not wanting this rush to end.
The project is under wraps for now, but if it pans out as fabulously as I see it in my head, I won't be able to keep it secret for long.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The Thing About Spelling Tests

Here's the thing with spelling tests: You HAVE all the answers before the test.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

A Time for Vampires

The 50s are known for Rock-around-the-Clock. The 60s for the Beatles and hippies, the 70s for bell-bottoms and The Brady Bunch, the 80s for big hair, the 90s for rap and George Clooney, but what will the first decade of the new millinium be known for?
I pose this: Reality TV, Uggs, Expensive Coffee, LOL and Vampires.
Each of these warrant meaty analysis, but since Halloween (the BEST holiday of the year) is days away, let's talk about Fangers.
Bram Stoker wrote Dracula in 1987, and while he didn't invent the notion of Vampires (we have multi-cultured folklore to thank for that), he did give us a vampire character with Count Dracul. Since Stoker, vampires have been part of stories, movies and TV. They've been scary, funny, and sexy. Not only has each subsequent writer taken the rules of vampire magic and added a bit, they've continued to main-stream the creatures. Today's Blood Suckers intergrate vampires into society. They're in high school, at our restaurants, even dating the living.
To take things to the next level, authors have invited Shapeshifters ("Shifters")to the scene more often. Who knows, maybe a Shifter will be the Clooney of the 2010s.

Was Stoker a genius? Was he before his time? Who knows, but it's a pretty awesome power for an author. The power to create something so fantastic that it lives on for over 110 years.

Kudos, Bram.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Devil's Kiss

You've probably heard the buzz about Sarwat Chadda's Devil's Kiss, which I am currently in the middle of and loving. Sarwat is a Greenhouse Literary Sibling, and pretty much a rock star at the moment as he's been touring and interviewing about this new release.
Here's the 411:
Billi SanGreal is the first girl in the Knights Templar, and the most kick ass weapon-wielding heroine around. At fifteen, her life is a rigorous and brutal round of weapons practice, demon killing and occult lore – and a whole lot of bruises. But then, she didn’t have much choice. Her father, the Templar Master, forced her to take this path. There is no sacrifice Arthur will not make in his war against the Unholy. But Billi hates the Order, and she hates him too. Tempted by a chance to live a different kind of life and reject everything her father wants her to be, she learns to her horror that she may unwittingly have brought down the Tenth Plague upon humanity – the death of all first born. Faced with choosing her destiny, she must make sacrifices greater than she could have imagined.
The trailer:
And, BOOKS have trailers now. Here it is: www.youtube.com/watch?v=wWWuTslNfYI

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Some things I say to myself:

As my own best friend, I tell myself things. Recently, I've noticed that I'm saying some things (to myself) alot.

1. That guy/chick should get pulled over for driving like that.
2. You've gotta be KIDDING me...
3. That's one weird dude.
4. It is what it is.
5. No. Freakin. Way.
6. I'll let it cook and think about it later.
7. Verrrry interrresting....
8. THAT could be a great character.
9. I've gotta write that down. (Then, I don't and I forget what it was.)
10. I should make a list...

Sunday, October 4, 2009

So, I Want a Title,...For Me, Not a Book

Not for a book...in front of my name. Somewhere in history there was a need to specify marital status, and/or profession (tweaked for gender) upon first mention of a name. So, society developed Mr, Miss, Mrs, Ms, Dr, Counselor, Majesty, and Your Honor.
These tags are not only efficient, but are also an excellent means to brand oneself. However, in modern times, we're more casual, and often don't use titles. You could even argue that they are passe. But, it still has a certain je ne said quoi. And I want one.
It's not like I don't have any. I've got "Mrs", "Coach", and my personal favorite "Mom", which is truly the best title of all. But these don't capture everything about me...all my "kwon" (if you can name the movie that made "kwon" a household term, you rock!).
Here's the short list of things about me that I want my title to capture: I'm also a pet parent, writer, business professional, caring daughter, sister, awesome friend, life coach (to messed up friends and coworkers), master organizer, deep thinker, avid reader, cool dresser, great listener, secret keeper, blanket maker, creative consultant, multi-tasker, chief problem solver, career consultant, and finder of anything lost (or not lost, but responder to someone who yells..."Where's the...", but that peeve is for another day).

I'm thinking Exalted Artisan or "Exhaltisan" (abbreviated Extn.)

Extn. Cindy Callaghan
Cindy Callaghan, Exhaltisan
Callaghan, Self-Proclaimed Exhaltisan

I need to sleep on this for a few days.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Book That Changed Me

Michael Connelly's THE POET is, undoubtedly, the book (maybe I should say, the first book) that changed the way I feel about reading and writing; and thus, changed a lot in my life.
I can't continue until I make a confession. Librarians and teachers aren't going to like this. But here it is: Unlike most readers and writers, I didn't have a childhood filled with the love of books. Actually, I didn't read a book for enjoyment until I was about twenty-six years old. Seriously, I never read Judy Blume or Trixie Beldin (my BFF Chris read those) or Nancy Drew...none. But, (and this is a big BUT) I always wrote stories, and poems, even plays.
As an undergraduate English major, and French literature minor, and I read only what I absolutely HAD to, which familiarized me with a vast array of fancy writers and poets. I did well in a Shakespeare class. I loved studying Shakespeare...I did not, however, enjoy reading Shakespeare, (I opted to watch the BBC movie version whenever possible) or Chaucer or Thoreau. Yet, I admire, like and respect those works.

This is all kind of messed up, huh? Here's where the story changes.

At about 26 years old I had my own apartment, as in 'no roommates.' And I was finishing my MBA, and I did a lot of text book readings, as well as trade magazines, newspapers, and stuff like The Economist. But, not for enjoyment.
One day, I can't remember the circumstances, I find myself in Borders flipping book jackets. There is a new release called THE POET. The cover looks good. Never heard of the author, but I'd never heard of any main stream authors.
I bought it, and read it...the WHOLE book...cover to cover. I loved it so much that I went back, and spent my precious waitressing dollars on everything else written by that author, and I built a relationship with his main character, Detective Harry Bosche, and followed him from case to case. I quickly branched into The Firm (Grisham), Disclosure (Crichton), The Body Farm (Cornwell), Orchid Beach (Woods). I loved them too. So the mountain on my nightstand grew with every book those authors ever wrote. I became a real mystery lover...still am, but I like to think I've diversified. I read and/or listen to twenty-thirty books per year. And the more I read, the more my left brain re-awakened and wanted to write again. As you know, in the last six years I've written three and a half novels. KELLY QUINN'S SECRET COOKING CLUB (due out from Aladdin next fall) is the first middle-grade project. One of my many objectives with KELLY is to draw kids in and keep them turning because I don't want them to miss out on twenty-six years of reading.

It all comes back to Connelly's THE POET. It convinced me that I could enjoy reading a book.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The Boy Who Fell Down Exit 43

Why does the UK get all the coolest stuff first?? Check out the latest:
The Boy Who Fell Down Exit 43
By, Harriet Goodman.
The 411 from Amazon:
"For a millionth of a second the car grazed the drenched moorland. If it had come down on any other patch of ground Finn would simply have been another statistic. Death by dangerous driving. But the car hit the surface of the Earth at Exit 43. It slid through the membrane like a hot knife through butter, plunging into the darkness and catapulting Finn from its shattered windscreen as it fell. Finn Oliver knows he'll never come to terms with his father's death, but joy-riding over the moors in his mum's beat-up old car is a quick fix of freedom and forgetting. Until the accident happens - and Finn finds himself hurtling through the wafer-thin divide between the worlds of the living and the dead. Adventurous, charming and poignant by turns, "The Boy Who Fell Down Exit 43" is a quirky debut novel laced with humour and a dollop of magic."

Harriet and I are agent-siblings. That means we have the same awesome agent, Sarah Davies. I wish Harriet all the best with her debut novel.

Friday, September 11, 2009

Have you looked out the window?

Have you looked out the window?
Rain is coming down in slanted sheets. The sky is jam-packed with bleak clouds, angry and bloated. It’s dark enough to feel like dusk, a time of day when I'm usually pooped. But, since it’s only 7 am, I’m awake and my creative energy is fresh. A parade of muses dance around my head, clockwise. The white noise of a bazillion drops hammering on the roof sharpens my focus. What am I getting at? Simply put, it’s a PERFECT day to write. More specifically, it’s a PERFECT day to write spooky, Gothic, melodramatic scenes. I can’t think about anything else.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Obligatory Back2School Post..and SOCCER!

Has anyone noticed that Back to School is creeping earlier and earlier?? For crying out loud, camp hasn't even officially ended.
The bitterness of back to school is: matching socks, tucking shirts, forms, writing checks, forms, homework, forms, etc...
But, the sweet, sweet smell of CLEATS balances everything out!
Once again I'm coaching the JV Bulldogs, *the* awesomest co-ed soccer team.
What's the big whoop? The sound of cleats on pavement, the look of concentration as a player tries to increase their juggling by just one, the feel of the leather ball in your hands for a throw-in, and even the sweaty smell of shared goalie shirts and pinnies...totally yuck, and totally wonderful. (Of course my teams gets them freshly out of my dryer each week.)
Yelling at these kids is totally acceptable, even expected, and I'm a yeller: "Hustle", "pass", "clear it", "head it" and "SHOOOOOT!". But mostly, I love playing the game with them. And it always amazes me how they get better every week.
Am I reliving my youth? Nope, I'm waaaaayy too young to be reliving anything. so, I'm just living it....living the dream of fall school soccer...

Go Bulldogs!