My Most Fun Guest Post Ever!

Ashley at Basically Books has a reading blog that features a reading memory each Monday.
Memory Monday. Some of you who have met me at book clubs might remember me telling you that in my childhood I always read, shall we say, above my grade level. As in, wildly inappropriately.(And my dolls were usually naked and headless.) I was a weird child. My Guest Post, entitled: This is So Not Little House On The Prairie,is, with big thanks to Ashley, right heah. Go visit Ashley and give her some love!

Just A Plain Old Writing Story. No Links. No Pitch. No Motives.

I apologize for the ridiculous photo in what will be, a hope, a non-ridiculous post. It's there to make a point: That this is how I think I look. That this is how I see myself. Laughing, with my glasses on. (See, when your glasses are on you can see how freaking funny the world is.)

Anyway, all of us have an idea of what our essential selves are like. But as writers, it's critical to also have an understanding of what our essential voice is like. Every agent and publisher tosses that word around liberally. A great voice is like porn: they know it when they see it. Yet it's the thing hardest to learn or to teach.

So how do you develop it? The best writing advice I've received over the years came not from writing teachers, but yoga and dance teachers. "Find your pose, not mine, not your neighbor's," she whispered as we flowed, flexed, strained. "Move like yourself."

Isn't that the best advice? To move like yourself? To be inspired by others, but to find your version of movement?

A few years later, in a jazz dance class, my teacher stopped me mid-leap. (Okay, it was more of a leap-ette.) "Kelly," he said, "use all your height, your length. When you are making a gesture, make it all the way down to your fingertips. Finish it!" (Thank you Bruno Tognoli!)

That's what I think when I read a manuscript or book that's all plot, all motion. Why didn't the writer finish it, follow the line all the way? (Actually, what I think is: Would it have killed you to take a few more weeks and write some sentences in here that I might enjoy?)

And last week, in a challenging yoga pose that required both balance and flexibility, when I thought I couldn't go on one second longer, the teacher said: "Can you slither in a little deeper?"

When I find myself skating the surface of a character, not allowing him the full range of emotion and heart, I have to remind myself to just slither in under his skin. Go a little deeper. Finish the gesture. Move like yourself.

A new book to fall in love with

Beth Kephart, who I first ran into at BEA-- and who spoke so eloquently at The Book Blogger's Convention in New York -- has a new book debuting, YOU ARE MY ONLY. She's a National Book Award Finalist and her young adult fiction is so beautifully written your teenager's verbal SAT score may kick up a few notches -- but she'll be so entranced you won't notice. This is the first time a professor from Penn has answered my five questions. Beth, you are a credit to the Ivy League. More about her fabulosity right here.


1.What kinds of things are on your desk or near your work space to inspire you?

Honest answer? (No, Beth, lie to my readers.) It’s a glass-topped desk. I’m most inspired when it’s so spanking sparkling clean that it holds the reflection of the trees beyond my window. Upside down trees. Upside down birds. Crazy mixed-up storm.I like that best.


2.Describe the last page/chapter you wrote.

There has been a violent accident. My protagonist witnesses the aftermath from a window above.


3. Who is your favorite fictional character from any book you’ve ever written--or read?

I am very in love with Death, the narrator of The Book Thief. I am very in love with Michael Ondaatje, who is right there, so whisper close, behind every character he writes.

4.What is the funniest thing that’s ever happened to you at a book club or bookstore?

Funny? Do funny things happen to me? Do I go to book stores? Have I been invited to book clubs? Oh. Yes. I just reminded myself. The members of a book club came in from a certain west-coast city and asked that I give them a tour of Chanticleer gardens, where some of my stories take place. They arrived, in force. I gave them what I think was a damned fine tour. Introduced them to gardeners and to garden things. Told them history of both the political and particular sort. Soon the book club members were all giving me their cameras, and I was standing in the hot sun (this was July, Philadelphia), taking their portraits. Standing on the hill, taking their portraits. Squatting on the grass, taking their portraits. Several hours into the event, damp as a newborn and heat overcome, I said to myself, Beth, my dear. You are what fools are made of. (See, everything is a damn novel, people! This is a novel!)


5. Name a word you’d like to put into one of your upcoming books.


I just asked my husband, an artist who has never written a book and believes (we just counted) that he has read no more than 20 of the things in his adult life, this question. He said “wan.”

I asked myself. I said “stinker.”

Not sure if I have ever used either of those words in a manuscript. One is Victorian and the other is just old school. I have used: "Rats!" which is awfully close to stinker. Beth's YOU ARE MY ONLY has other beautiful words in it, and is a great choice for a book club. Just don't ask for the garden tour.

Keep On Keeping On

This week I guest blogged for Amy Sue Nathan's great blog on the topic of "My Long Journey to Publication." Sigh. Fortunately the post is shorter than the journey.
Check out her fun blog and it's great great title and theme line right here.

It's Indie Thursday to Celebrate Indie Bookstores

This week I had the extraordinary pleasure of guest-blogging for Jenn's Bookshelves about my favorite independent bookstore, Childrens Book World, in Haverford, PA.
Read the post on Jenn's blog and please, if you can, buy your books from stores who know books and know you and know your community. Win, win, win. (This is not a Charlie Sheen joke.)

The Utimate Path to Publishing

There's been a lot of press about the new novel THE ART OF FIELDING, a "literary baseball" novel that is not being marketed that way because they're afraid of scaring away book clubs. Now that it's climbing best-seller lists, maybe that madness will stop. I'm a huge baseball fan -- the tenacity required to get published comes from my growing up a Cubs fan-- and one of my marketing clients is The Phillies. So I have no fear.

But what's most interesting, for writers, is an excellent article about the book's genesis, written in Vanity Fair. There's an "extended play" version of the article in eBook form, and it is the most interesting and most hopeful, discussion of how a bestseller can come to be, that I have ever read. Read the novel or don't, my fellow writers, but the article is worth every penny.

New Short Fiction Anthology: Liar Liar

Sometimes a short story anthology is perfect for busy people: you can read one or two a night and feel a sense of closure. The Liars Club new fiction anthology Liar Liar is on sale now, featuring stories by me and New York Times Bestsellers Jonathan Maberry, William Lashner and more more more.