Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Yoohoo!

What am I going to do with SEVENTY Yoohoo boats?

I can't tell you yet.

But trust me, it takes a long time to make 70 Yoohoo boats.


(And B, aren't you impressed? I sure could have used your help when I was making these!)

Monday, October 5, 2009

Wow!


Could there be a better review than this? So fun and spunky and, well, good!

The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis

by Barbara O’Connor

Farrar, Straus and Giroux, Ages 9-12

Hardcover: $16.99

Fall, 2009


Review by Grier Jewell

Barbara O’Connor has a knack for creating offbeat characters living a few degrees north of normal (but never with cartoonish effect). The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis is no exception.

Recipe for this irresistible middle grade novel:

Mix Together

1 very bored boy with a bad eye

1 no good, no account uncle

1 grandmother with an obsessive fear of cracking up


Add

A pack of wild children stuck in a stranded RV

Several mysterious Yoo-hoo boats floating down a creek

1 eccentric girl with wings


Pour into a pan of mad talent and READ!

Though the world of Popeye is far from average, it’s normal as far as he’s concerned. All he needs is a little adventure to break up the boredom of every day tick tick ticking away.

As the title states, this is a small adventure. Small, as in: a spark of genius wrapped up in a tiny childhood treasure. Any world O’Connor creates is one I want to inhabit. Popeye’s is no exception. Get The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis. I command you.


See more fantastic reviews by Grier Jewell, reviewing for the Whidbey Writers Workshop.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Gentlemen, start your engines

I'm heading out to the Berkshires this weekend for our annual trip to the car races at Lime Rock Race Track.

We've been every year for about 15 years or so.

This year the forecast is for rain, rain, rain.

Dang!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The sewer of stinky ideas

I was cleaning up my computer the other day, discarding old stuff, etc., when I came across a note I had been keeping when I was in that glimmer-of-an-idea stage of my next novel (due out in 2010)

Now, keep in mind, this was REALLY a glimmer. Maybe not even a glimmer. Maybe just half a glimmer. Quarter of a glimmer?

I had sorta-kinda-hazy ideas that didn't really mean anything or even relate to each other in any meaningful way.

They were just random ideas. (And I mean Random with a capital R.)

Some of them are potential titles (and I often have a title before a story - so a title is pretty much meaningless at this early stage.)

Some of them are potential character names.

Some of them are concepts for potential first lines.

And some of them are just random things.

Most of them were not used.

Some of them were used in my next novel.

Some of them were used in my most recent novel: The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis.

I have no idea what many of them even mean anymore.

Sometimes these random glimmers grow and grow and become a book.

And sometimes they go right down the old literary toilet, thru the pipes, and into the sewer of bad, stupid and worthless ideas (that stink a lot).

Here they are, exactly as I wrote them:


Short But Happy Life

Porkchop Dreams

The Short Sad Life of Tooley Graham


Owen Jester's Guidebook to Love, Life and the Waffle House


Owen Jester's Guidebook to ___

First Left After the Waffle House


Turn Left at the Waffle House


Seven Reasons to Tell a Lie


Thirteen Reasons to ....
[note: these notes were written BEFORE Jay Asher's Thirteen Reasons Why. I swear!]

superman lives at the waffle house


Viola's dad was the Peanut Man.


Omens: Knock knock appearing on web page; kid named Owen being reprimanded in Trader Joe's about saying something inappropriate, etc.
[These were things that happened to me that I saw as signs that I should use those ideas. Sheesh.]

Knock Knock


The Knock Knock Club


Knucklehead Blues


Knucklehead

It had never snowed in Carter, Georgia. Not once.

helicopter kit


Tooley Graham


dumb as a bucket of rocks


The interstate ran above it.
Route 14 ran around it. And the Georgia Northeastern Railroad ran right through it.

OWEN Jester

Stella

Edsel

Catfish
[I was actually in the Waffle House in South Carolina and there were two grown men in there named Catfish and Squirrel. I couldn't make this stuff up.]
Squirrel

Odelia

Jiggs

Travis
[I ended up using him in Popeye and Elvis]
Luther


Foster child


Chopstick Cafe

Peashooter

Itchy and Scratchy [I now know these are the dogs on The Simpsons. I guess I thought I made them up. Ha!]
Stumpy [Used him in Popeye and Elvis]
Tollie

Icey

Levi

Joleen Berkus
[Used her in Popeye and Elvis]
Tooley Graham

Tapped on the wall. 3 short. 2 long.

Beach Bum Blvd

tiki torches

a mountain to north, an ocean to south, in the middle was a one-whistle town (train)

Mom still wore the same flowing skirts she'd had as a teenager - and perfectly good sneakers from the thrift store. everything from the thrift store was perfectly good


parrot who says shut up


Live over dry cleaners


Owen Jester tiptoed across the gleaming linoleum floor and slipped the frog into the soup.
[Note: See! This is that first line that I told you about.] It swam gracefully under the potatoes, pushing its froggy back legs through the pale yellow broth. It circled the carrots and bumped into the celery and finally settled beside a parsnip, its bulging eyes staring unblinkingly up at Owen. Then he hunkered down in the floor of the pantry, down among the sacks of potatoes and jars of pickled okra, and waited for _____.

Viola
Tyrone Wilbanks - big belly hugging laugh
3 strikes: fat; glasses; nice; eats baby carrots; wipes her nose with palm of her hand - pushing upward; her name was Viola
knock knock - eye rolls;
disgusting looks like smelling something bad


finds crate of novelty items


"I have a wagon"...then a knock knock joke


2 brothers one sister moved in with Mimaw: got it made until got sick and Essie came and used up all the money

Monday, September 28, 2009

I've contributed

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Check it out: The National Gallery of Writing, sponsored by NCTE.

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

High crime area

An excerpt from the police log in my local newspaper:


12:18 p.m. Caller reports 20 plastic forks stuck in her front yard.

12:37 p.m. Missing property reported on South Street.


3:00 p.m. Tree limb smoking near wires on Bianca Road. NStar notified.


3:40 p.m. Dead raccoon in road on Bay Road. Animal control notified.


(Don't you just hate it when someone puts those plastic forks in your front yard?)



Tuesday, September 22, 2009

My third starred review!

From Publishers Weekly:

Starred Review: The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis Barbara O'Connor. FSG/Foster, $16.99 (160p) ISBN 978-0-374-37055-8

With humor and authenticity, this beguiling tale of summer friendship mines the small, jewellike adventures of a rural childhood. Popeye (so named after a fateful BB gun accident) is utterly bored in rainy Fayette, S.C. But when a passing motor home gets stuck in the mud, he befriends one of its unruly inhabitants, a devil-may-care boy named Elvis. In the creek, the boys discover boats made from Yoo-hoo cartons that carry cryptic messages––a mystery that launches the “small adventure” of tracking down the boats' creator as well as Popeye's struggle between obeying his overprotective grandmother, Velma, and venturing out with his new friend.

O'Connor's (How to Steal a Dog) easygoing, Southern storytelling crafts an endearing protagonist and irresistibly quirky cast.
Velma recites the names of English monarchy to avoid “cracking up” and teaches Popeye new vocabulary words, which surface comically in his observations (“Velma's appearance at the edge of the cemetery, arms crossed, face red, was definitely not serendipity. It was much closer to vicissitude”). Undercurrents of poverty and dysfunction are handled with gentle humor as Popeye discovers the magic of a little adventure. Ages 8–12. (Sept.)

Friday, September 18, 2009

I take it back. No, wait, I don't take it back.

A while back I was hatin' on Gwyneth Paltrow. (And if you watch this, you'll understand. I dare you to put on your purple animal print workout pants, pulled waaaay down low, and do this routine in your living room.)

And then, I saw this and took it back. (I mean, the woman can cut a chicken with scissors, so, well, that's a talent I don't have - and she looks so cute and all, standing there in the kitchen.)

And then, I saw this, and....oh come on, Gwynnie.... room temperature lemon water?

Coconut water?

Super Greens Juice made with "one cup tightly packed kale"?

Hasn't she ever heard of GOLDFISH CRACKERS, for criminey's sake?

Thursday, September 17, 2009

My office assistant

So, my assistant was helping me in the office today.

She's really digging my work-in-progress.

hahahaha