Thursday, April 30, 2009

The Weight of Words

Sometimes, while I'm writing or editing, I let my eyes blur and the words flow together, jumbling into an inky mess. Words are heavy things. Who am I to think I'm strong enough to string together word upon word, phrases and paragraphs and pages? Who am I to think I can create content, meaning?

Wouldn't it be easier to knit?

I feel as though I carry around the weight of all of my words, books written and unwritten, edited and unedited. Some days it's overwhelming. And some days there is nothing better than being the shepherd of words, guiding my little flock of nouns and verbs to become characters, actions, stories.

I love these words, this mess and mass of meaning. Because just as often as I carry them, they seem to carry me.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Potty Humor

Let me preface this by saying we do not use potty humor in our house. At all. Ever. Bodily functions are entirely off limits when it comes to jokes, and I can honestly say my kids have never heard us make any scatological jokes. (I have been known to sing about poop, but that's only while changing diapers. I've got to stay sane somehow.)

My two-and-a-half year old son, Dojo, likes to play with language. He thinks it's funny to choose a song or poem and insert a sound into every word--for example, singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, but ending each word with the letter K. "Twinklek Twinklek Littlek Stark! Howk Ik wonderk whak youk arek." So on and so forth. He thinks it's hilarious. I think it's amazing that at such a young age he's playing with words and sounds.

The other day he and Nayna were running around with laundry baskets on their heads, pretending to be robots (R2-D2 and the robot from Yo Gabba Gabba). "Nayna," Dojo said, "You're--R-Poop D-Poop!" He busted up laughing and looked at me with his patented I can get away with anything grin. "But we only go poopy on the toilet, huh Mama?"

My son invented potty humor.

Heaven help me.

Friday, April 24, 2009

It's a NEW SONG!

You've been counting down the days, desperately waiting. When, when, WHEN will Kiersten post more Punktuations! lyrics from the breakout smash hit record?!?

TODAY. That's when!

For this next track, we got a little funky. I know what you're thinking--two little white girls, rapping? Trust me, baby, when it comes to LOVE and CAPS, we bring it with the RAPS!

My Love for You is IN ALL CAPS
by The PUNKtuations!

My love for you is IN ALL CAPS
I can't contain it, HAVE TO RAP
You're so FINE, you're so HOT
Everyone ELSE is NOT
Days without YOU are JUST PLAIN CRAP!

BEFORE I knew you LIFE WAS BAD
When I'm NOT with you I get SAD
Pardon all my YELLING
This is just worth TELLING
Boy, you know my love is NOT A FAD!

You wanna TRY IT and GET a GIRL?
One who will CHANGE your ENTIRE WORLD?
Just TYPE like you're SHOUTING
So NO ONE is DOUBTING
And SOON your LOVE will BE UNFURLED

PASSION deserves GREAT BIG LETTERS
Cause baby it's only GONNA GET BETTER
How will she KNOW it
Unless you can SHOW it
By TYPING IT LOUD, YOU CAN GET HER!

My LOVE for you is IN ALL CAPS
To EXPRESS yourself, THIS is YOUR MAP
Now I'm sayin' buh BYE
Know you're all gonna CRY
But I'm AFRAID that's the END OF MY RAP!


(Bring it on, Preliminary Merpires--the Battle of the Imaginary Bands is ON.)

Friday, April 17, 2009

Someone Else's Awesome News

I interrupt today's blogging (read the next post! trust me, I think it's funny!) to bring you a Very Special Announcement:

Or at least an Announcement of a Very Special Announcement:

Go to Steph's blog.

All I'm going to say is that I knew from the very first page that her book would sell and sell fast. She's BRILLIANT and I couldn't be more thrilled that everyone will be able to read her book and discover that for themselves in the near future! Of course, I should say books. Whoohoo!

(And remember how I said she was the new, female John Green? Yeah, guess who she shares an editor with?)

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

What's Up

Well, not much.

I always wonder if anyone cares what's going on in my life writing wise. I mean, how can that possibly compete with undead bubble gum egg pooping chickens? But, for the two of you out there who are interested, here's what's up:

Nothing.

I know, thrilling right? I wish something was up. Trust me, I really, really do. After hearing back from nearly every single editor that Flash was great but too old for their YA lists (apparently eighteen is the new eighty in YA), we've pulled it. I'm going to do a rewrite bumping Sarah from eighteen to twenty-one, and then Michelle will sub it to houses that aim for in between teenagers and adults.

A couple of weeks ago I did some content edits on Instinct, then finished a complete line edit this weekend. After Michelle reads it, we'll decide whether it would be better to lead with Flash or Instinct.

And after I finish my massive Flash edit, I'll go back to Paranormalcy. The back half, while filled with absolutely adorable flirting, moves too slowly, so there's a lot of paring down and tightening to be done.

And after that...back to my poor, set aside work in progress, the ghost story. I'm 40,000 words in and it was tempting to push on to the end, but I want to perfect the three I already have before adding yet another book to the editing queue.

So that's that. While I wanted to smack my head against the counter while editing Instinct ("slightly" AGAIN? Are you KIDDING ME, Kiersten?!?), I think it's in pretty good shape now. And it still has some of the most rocking kissing scenes ever, in my exceedingly humble opinion. And trust me, my opinion of my writing these days is very, VERY humble.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

An Easter Thought

Or, Why Hot Stuff Rocks #743

After the kids pass on eating some Cadbury Mini Eggs:

"You don't want some? Good heavens, it's not Easter if you don't feel sick after five minutes!"

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Other People Rock

It's the Other People Rock My Socks Off edition! We all know how much I love blogging--it introduces you to so many people you'd never know otherwise. Really cool people. Funny, charming, and ever so generous. I thought I'd publicly thank some of them.

One of the perks to getting to know Steph was also discovering the incredibly talented Laini Taylor. Not only is she a published author, she is also an amazing artist--as is her husband. And, to top it all off, she has bubble-gum pink hair. It kind of doesn't get any cooler.

Or at least I thought so, until I found out she's also incredibly thoughtful. She sent one of her Laini's Ladies as a gift with Steph. It says, "Talent is something rare and beautiful and precious. It must not be allowed to go to waste." It's hanging on my wall where I can see it as I type. How sweet is that?


Now, you all already know how I feel about Carrie Harris. After all, I wrote poetry about her. However, she just got about a million coolness points added to her already overflowing chart (I have coolness charts for all of you--don't worry, you're all doing extremely well). About a month ago I won a contest on her blog and yesterday I received this in the mail:

Yes, that is a wobble tiki head of a man smoking a cigar, a NINJA devil duckie, a whack-a-zombie, a zombie-themed mad libs book, and--AND--a homemade ninja doll. Yes, your new goal in life should be to win one of Carrie's contests. Best. Prize. Ever.

Here's a closeup of the adorable HAND KNITTED ninja:


I love him. Very, very much. And finally, last but not least, I wanted to thank my mother-in-law for giving me this:


Oh yeah, baby. Definitely the best thing anyone's ever given me. Although Laini and Carrie come in close seconds.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Jam Session

Besides running around San Diego like madwomen (madwomen toting two adorable and remarkably well-behaved children who have not stopped asking me when we can visit Stephanie or informing me how much they love her), Steph and I took some time yesterday to have a jam session and practice for our imaginary band, The Punktuations!

Steph, Looking Uber-Cool

While Stephanie played an imaginary song on a real guitar, I pondered lyrics.

What Rhymes with All Caps?

After our session we wanted to go crazy and smash the guitar into things but were disappointed to find that, thanks to my kids, every breakable thing has already been broken. We went out for cupcakes, instead.

And in case anyone is wondering, yes, Stephanie is just as delightful and adorable and wonderful in person as she is on her blog. More so, even.

I know I promised you lyrics today, but I'm too excited over good things happening to other people to be clever. All I seem to be able to do today is grin.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Extraordinarily Awesome

I'm very pleased to inform you that I will not be posting extensively today. Why? Because my imaginary band, The Punktuations! is practicing. Or going to a photoshoot. Or just, you know, hanging out.

Seriously.

You can see by the haughty way in which I'm flipping my hair back that I know how jealous you all are that I get to hang out with Steph and you don't. Sorry. If it's any consolation, I'll have a new Punktuations song for you tomorrow, okay?

Our Imaginary Band Rocks.
(My skills at being photographed, not so much.)