I don't usually write at midnight, but sometimes I get an idea at three in the morning.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

The Dedication Page


Today I pitched my story idea for Maleficent’s Tale to my first period eighth graders. They loved it!
They told me I had to write the book and put their names on the dedication page. I told them I’d do one better: they’d all get an autographed copy from me!
I have a story worth telling… and I’m thrilled, because it’s a story I’ve always wanted to know, and now Sabine is allowing me to share it with the world.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Poured Out Like Water


Last night for my new Creativity in Design course at IADT, my instructor asked us to complete the Kiersey Temperament sorter and the Myers Briggs personality indicator. A small portion of what I read is reproduced below:
Champions are rather rare, say three or four percent of the population, but even more than the others they consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life. Champions have a wide range and variety of emotions, and a great passion for novelty. They see life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil, and they want to experience all the meaningful events and fascinating people in the world. The most outgoing of the Idealists, Champions often can't wait to tell others of their extraordinary experiences. Champions can be tireless in talking with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out. And usually this is not simple storytelling; Champions often speak (or write) in the hope of revealing some truth about human experience, or of motivating others with their powerful convictions. Their strong drive to speak out on issues and events, along with their boundless enthusiasm and natural talent with language, makes them the most vivacious and inspiring of all the types.

Fiercely individualistic, Champions strive toward a kind of personal authenticity, and this intention always to be themselves is usually quite attractive to others. At the same time, Champions have outstanding intuitive powers and can tell what is going on inside of others, reading hidden emotions and giving special significance to words or actions. In fact, Champions are constantly scanning the social environment, and no intriguing character or silent motive is likely to escape their attention. Far more than the other Idealists, Champions are keen and probing observers of the people around them, and are capable of intense concentration on another individual. Their attention is rarely passive or casual. On the contrary, Champions tend to be extra sensitive and alert, always ready for emergencies, always on the lookout for what's possible.

Champions are good with people and usually have a wide range of personal relationships. They are warm and full of energy with their friends. They are likable and at ease with colleagues, and handle their employees or students with great skill. They are good in public and on the telephone, and are so spontaneous and dramatic that others love to be in their company. Champions are positive, exuberant people, and often their confidence in the goodness of life and of human nature makes good things happen.

I was amazed to discover that my temperament hadn’t changed one iota since I was 18.

As I read the description, I became very sad. I recognized myself. But the recognition was, as it were, through a thick veil of fog… And it was painful. I felt like I had been flayed and sliced open from front to back and ice water was pouring through me. It was coldness and brokenness and emptiness all at once.

And I think the reason I felt that way was because in my blood and bones… I AM STILL THAT CHAMPION. And that’s exactly who I want to be. But I betray myself daily. And I do it willingly. I CHOOSE it. Because my calling is almost certain to lead me to the poorhouse: and to stay alive, I betray my identity.

I give up thriving because I must survive. 

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Once Upon a Time...

...a baby girl was cursed by an evil sorceress, to prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die. Some say it was because of her maleficence.


But no one has ever told you the rest of the story.


Her name used to be Sabine. 


And she was, in my opinion, entirely justified...





TO BE CONTINUED...
 

Monday, November 7, 2011

My Elevator Speech

I’m having trouble writing my query letter. I know what my book means to me and what I hope to accomplish by tossing it into the Void, but trying to convince a literary agent that my philosophical ravings actually matter? That’s a different story.

I’ve written a book to inspire people in a world where inspiration is viewed as ignominious. Creativity is contemptuous and materialism has trumped meaningfulness.
In a culture like that, how can I hope that this little piece of me can make a difference? I’ve been a teacher for eight years, and if the children I see each day are any indication of the reading audience of America, I haven’t a snowball’s chance in Hell…

Maybe I’m shooting myself in the foot, but it’s harder to follow through on this than I thought it would be. And terrifying. Absolutely terrifying.