::sounds a fanfare::

Without further ado, I bring you the greatest gift a writer can ever receive:

I pulled most of the onions from the garden last night. Now they are "resting" (drying a bit) on a screen in the garage. Assuming I can figure out how to store them properly so they last through the winter, I am going to plant about ten time as many next year. They were totally maintainence free and I think they helped keep the pests down.

I have also started to pull my cranberry bean plants. They also have to dry in a dark, dry place for several weeks. (These are the kinds of beans you dry and then put into soup or chili in the winter.)

Alas, my tomatoes have been striken by the blight, though not as badly as some folks I know. I think this is because I planted heirloom seedings, not the kind you can buy in big box stores. I am busy roasting them and making salsa. I'm not sure if I have enough to make spaghetti sauce. I might pick up a couple crates of Romas to do that, if I can get all the other chores done. I have to destroy my blighted tomato plants and sterilize the earth they grew in to reduce the chances of having to deal with this next year.

My eggplants are trying. This is a little north to grow them easily, and the cool, rainy summer we had did not help their cause.

My basil is taking over the planet.

In other Forest news, BH almost has the floor done in my cottage. This has been a huge job. We started with 125-year-old floor boards, of various widths and lengths. He had to sand off 125 years of varnish and grime and figure out how to make them fit into the cottage, given that they had no uniformity at all. Now they are all in place. He should finish the final sanding today, then he'll put a couple of coats of clear finish on it. We're still waiting on the roofers to install the slate tiles on the roof.

Because I am so behind on work, we're going to leave a lot of the finishing touches until next year. Right the goal is to get me in there so I can write!!

If you have no harvest to deal with, check out this article about the popularity of YA literature by author Paula Chase-Hyman. Stop by her blog, too.

Here are a couple of early morning shots of one my favorites trees, just down the road from my house. I walk or run past it every day.







Happy Autumn.

1. Central New York Literary Event Alert! To celebrate Banned Books Week next week, the Onondaga County Library System is hosting a reception for and presentation by Carolyn Mackler, author of wonderful books like The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things, and Vegan Virgin Valentine next Wednesday. BH and I will be there - why don't you join us?

2. Central New York Literary Event Alert #2! I will be speaking about Chains at the B&N Educators' Night on Tuesday, October 14, at 7pm.

3. I love Strange Maps.

4. Thank you to TeensReadToo for a lovely review of Chains. And to KLIATT, too, for the pretty star.

5. I believe that the concept of "gluttony" when applied to eating apples just picked at the farm around the corner is better described as "celebration."

I will be using today's subject line a lot in the next four months!

Life is busy - good busy. I am so incredibly blessed to have all this fun stuff to do! Right now most of my time is spent working on the new book (it's a historical that continues the adventures of the characters introduced in CHAINS). My goal is to get the first readable next to my editor my early next month. The tentative publication date is the Spring of 2010.

I'm also gearing up for the crazy CHAINS book tour that starts on 10/21. I'll be posting more details about that soon. Counting a few events before and after the actual tour (NCTE/ALAN and a couple of bookseller trade shows), I'll be spending 40 days on the road, and visiting 27 cities (in several places, I'll be in town for two days). I am a little overwhelmed by the thought of this, but mostly am so excited that I am giving off sparks.

And there is the very advance publicity work I need to do for WINTERGIRLS, my YA that will be published in May, 2009. I hope that the WINTERGIRLS book tour will cover some of the regions of the country (i.e. West Coast) that I won't be seeing on the CHAINS tour.

Oh - and the other thing about next year? Next year is the tenth anniversary of the publication of SPEAK. More details about any festivities later.

This afternoon is the big meeting with the folks at my mother's rehab facility spa to discuss her discharge date, and that is the most exciting news of all. She had gotten back much of her strength and is beginning to walk with a walker. If they leave her there much longer, she'll reorganize the facility, so I suspect she'll be home soon. Thank you everyone for the prayers and warm wishes. They have meant a great deal to our family.

The sad thing is that I've been so busy that I haven't been able to can as much food as I had hoped, and my garden is showing signs of neglect.

But my pumpkins are comfortably resting on their cozy beds of shredded manuscript draft.

And my Beloved Husband has finished splitting and stacking almost 25 cords of wood to heat the house this winter. (You can't see it from the photo, but the stack extends to the far wall of the garage.)

What have you been up to?

So my mom spent a week in the hospital, but she didn't die. Yay, Mom! Now she's at the "spa" which is what we're calling the facility where she is staying for the next month because "rehab center" doesn't sound right. She's working with physical and occupational therapists every day to regain strength and mobility. The goal is to get her walking again. If ferocity and determination count for anything, she'll make it.

Whew!

I picked more than 50 tomatoes from my garden this morning, which means we'll be eating gazpacho all week. Has anyone tried to freeze gazpacho?

I received the ARC of the British version of CHAINS.

Here's the British cover.


This is the American version.

Opinions?

Not only have I worked on books every single day this year, but I posted to the blog every day in July, too. That's so much blogging, I think it qualifies as blahhhhging. I have no idea how people do this regularly.

I will not be posting as much in August. The new book is whining for more attention and the tomato harvest is beginning to roll in which means I'll be canning. (Yes - photos - I promise!) I welcome any and all salsa and zucchini recipes!

(One food preservation question - has anyone frozen zucchini?)

So blogging will be sporadic this month. Come September I'll revert back to my obsessive ways, I promise. CHAINS will be published on October 21st and there will be lots of tour madness to share.

But now, serenity.

The first sunflower out back just bloomed.



Happy August, all. Good Lammas, too.

My weekend was a quick research trip, lots of library time, weeding the garden when the rain stopped, and - last night while hanging out with the family - cracking open dried cherry pits so the meat inside the pit could be added to the dark cherry liqueur I am brewing up for Christmas time.



This dog was the funniest thing I saw while researching.

I think his owner was reenacting a soldier from the British 24th Regiment of Foot. Which means the dog belongs to the 24th Regiment of Paw, of course.


WFMAD Day 21

The headshrinkers say it takes 21 days to form a new habit. If you have written every day for the last 21 days, then congratulations. Poof! You made it. You have a new writing habit! Like all habits, this one needs constant watering and attention, so please remember to write tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that, etc., etc.

If you haven't been able to write for 21 days in a row, write down the reasons why - what interfered? I know for a lot of you the answer is "vacation." Nothing wrong with that. But if you couldn't make the time to write when your time was truly your own, what's it going to be like when you're back in your work routine?

I'm not scolding here. This is all about helping you reprioritize a little so you can make the time to follow your writing dream. We have ten days left in the Challenge. Imagine that from now until the end of the month, each one of your waking hours represents $1,000. Think of your choices about spending your time as money-spending choices. Be mindful where you spend your everything.


Today's goal: Write for 15 minutes.

Today's mindset: fresh-start

Today's prompt: if you fall off a horse, you have to get back on again or else, what's the point? Start fresh today by choosing a different place to write in. Putting your body in a different space to write can help your mind be open to new ideas and perspectives.

Today I'd like you to write about your writing dream - what are you trying to accomplish? Be specific and detailed. If you are a calender-based person, what do you want to accomplish by January 1st? If you are a season-based person (like me), what do you want to have done by the Winter Solstice (December 21st)?


Scribblescribble...

I am deep in 18th-century research and writing again, but it's summer, which means other things are calling my name.

Like basil.

And cherries.

I've been getting up wicked early (5ish), working in the garden, and then sitting down at my desk by 6:30 am most days. I work until the late afternoon, then turn my attention to things like

basil. This was my experiment with freezing basil. It was very simple; pick basil, trim stems,

chop up with olive oil,

and freeze. In a couple weeks, the late planting of the basil crop should give me enough leaves to make a big batch of pesto.

And now the cherries are ripe, too.

BH and I (that's him on the ladder) picked 15 pounds of cherries late yesterday. There was an Amish family at the farm doing the same thing. They picked waaaaaaay more than we did. I'll make a couple of batches of jam when it cools down tonight. By this time next year, I'd love to have a solar dehydrator - dried cherries are loverly.

On nights I'm not canning or gardening after dinner, I crawl back inside my book until bedtime.

Today's goal: Write for 15 minutes.

Today's mindset: yummy.

Today's prompt: focus on taste; anticipating it, describing it, watching how it affects behavior. Write about a taste that represents love to you. If nothing comes to mind, write about a taste that represents anger. If that doesn't work, freewrite about a breakfast in an exotic location.

Scribblescribble...

Yesterday someone wrote asking me to explain how it is we live without public water. That is a very good question.

According to the EPA, 15% of Americans get their water from private wells, like us. The town of Mexico, a couple miles down the road, has a public water system, but we don't technically live in the town. The very rural town we do live in is beginning to develop a public water system, but we think it will be at least a decade before they get to our neck of the woods, if ever.

Our well, like all of our neighbors' wells, is a hole dug into the ground (by experts!) until it reached an underground aquifer. Pipes were laid from the well to the house and pumps installed. In our basement, we have a fancy-pants German filtration system to make sure nothing nasty is hiding in the water. We have it tested periodically; it's wonderfully clean and pure.

Our environment would be better off if more people used well water. For one thing, you are less inclined to throw chemicals on your lawn and garden when you know that you'll be drinking them. Secondly, knowing that water is a finite resource makes people pay more attention to their consumption. It's not that we walk around unbathed or anything, but we try really hard not to waste a drop. (That's why there are rain barrels to help collect water for the garden.)

One more water note (I write this watching the sky, hoping the rain gets here soon.) When we lose electricity, we lose water access because the pump doesn't work. This doesn't happen often, but since I married a Boy Scout, we're always prepared for it.

I do think that living out here in the country, heating our home with wood, snowshoeing when the driveway is blocked, getting by without electricity and water occasionally, not having air conditioning, plus growing and preserving our food has given me an insight into 18th century living conditions that I wouldn't have had otherwise. (And I haven't talked about our camp yet.... one word ... outhouse!)

Enough about our plumbing. It's time to write.

Today's goal: Write for 15 minutes. If you have public water, push yourself and write for 16 minutes.

Today's mindset: curious and open-minded

Today's prompt: interview your character. Don't overthink this. Just ask your character questions so you can get to know her/him better.

Hint: don't accept generic answers. Push for details. For example, "pizza" is unacceptable as an answer to question #1. "Thick-crusted pizza with asiago cheese, fresh basil, and prosciutto, served with a glass of Beaujolais nouveau and eaten on the screen porch" is the level of detail you're reaching for.

I'll get you started with a few:
1. Favorite food
2. Secret crush in elementary school
3. Which relative do you loathe and why?
4. Favorite smell
5. What magazine do you buy when no one is watching?
6. What's your best feature?
7. If you were given a paid day off and $500, what would you do with it?
8. What's your biggest regret?
9. Favorite sound
10. What is hidden in the box at the back of your closet?

Scribblescribble

My Beloved Husband tells me I yelled at one of my characters in my sleep last night, really hollered at the guy for being a two-faced SOB. I was relieved to find out it was one of the bad guys in my new book, not my protagonist. While I don't remember the yelling dream, I do remember the dream in which every single person I met was an eighth grade English teacher.

Woke up very early this morning to water the garden because we're going to have a disgustingly hot day. I've been using the rainwater we collected in four big barrels. Dragging pails of water all over the place is a sure-fire way to make your arms strong. We're not connected to public water out here; all of the water we drink and use comes from a well. In the summertime, we try to conserve water whenever we can, hence the rain barrels.

I'm hoping for rain tonight or tomorrow.

A couple of people have written to me asking if they are allowed to link to my blog from their blog. Absolutely! The more, the merrier!

We're now starting Week 2 of the WFMAD Challenge. Thank you for sharing your comments and updates. I'm really enjoying this.

As always: today's goal: Write for 15 minutes (minimum).

Today's mindset: fists clenched, ready to do battle.

Today's prompt: conflict. In the last decade, I've critiqued a lot of manuscripts at writers' conferences. They usually had lovely imagery and interesting characters, but many were lacking a solid core conflict. This is usually an issue in the early drafts of my books, too. My characters wander around the pages thinking deep thoughts, but not doing much. Once I get a clear sense of who they are, I have to throw them to the lions and see what they're made of.

Today I'd like you to brainstorm five situations that pit one character against another. Freewrite about the one that makes your stomach tight. Keep the stakes high, but remember to let the characters' actions convey a lot of meaning; don't let them fill in the backstory in dialog. Hint: use strong verbs today - shy away from adverbs.

Scribblescribble...

Lest you think I'm only going to blog about writing this month, I thought I'd give you a peek in the garden, my other summer passion.

The hollyhocks have started to bloom.

I wish I could crawl inside one.

Here is one of the stone planters, filled with a combination of vegetables and flowers. The broccoli are done for the season, though I might try a late crop this fall. The lettuce hasn't bolted yet, which I appreciate. The tomatoes are insane - no other word for it. (Yes, they are the crazy monster plants in the middle.) I am experimenting with two sweet potato plants and cabbages in these beds, too. So far, so good.

This is what we call the corner garden. It's planted with Roma tomatoes, hot peppers, marigolds, zinnias, and out of range of this camera, green beans.

It is snow pea season; we're eating them every day.

They are so yummy that next year I think I'll plant three times as many.

I also picked a bunch of basil today that I'm about to mush up and freeze. Photos tomorrow maybe.

So here is the The Very Nearly Perfect Thing I was talking about last week.




Be sure to hang around for the credits.

Yesterday was a loooooooong day that stretched into the night, and I still didn't get everything done that I had hoped. So my post about The Very Nearly Perfect Thing will be a little delayed. I think I'll make a video to explain it and hope to put it up late today or tomorrow.

First, sad news: Tasha Tudor has died. I have long admired her work and really appreciate how she chose to live her extraordinary life. The linked article refers to her need to make money from her art to support her children after a divorce. She said "the wolf at the door is very good for people" because she felt she would not have developed her talents without the need to pay bills. That is a very healthy perspective.

Thank you very much to everyone who turned out for last night's Readergirlz chat! Mitali Perkins will be posting excerpts on her blog very soon. I'll link to it as soon as it's up.

We had a little rain yesterday and were given a beautiful gift at the end.

Breathtaking.

Especially because the rainbow ended (or began?) in our garden. (Photo credit: BH aka Scot Larrabee)

Good Solstice, everyone.

Happy is the gardener who gets her plants in the ground and her tools put away before the rain starts.

I couldn't help myself. I jumped the gun this weekend. The broccoli I planted will be fine when the temperatures drop below freezing later this week. It won't bother the pansies either, though the hollyhocks are already trembling. The lettuce and peas I sowed are hardy enough to push through snow.

But I fear for the tomatoes. I put them out several weeks too early in a fit of blind optimism and while hallucinating about fresh tomato, basil, and mozzarella sandwiches. Maybe I could build them little bonfires or quick knit them all a blanket. Stay tuned....

Besides gardening (in a cloud of punkies so thick I had to work with a shawl wrapped around my head), the other fun thing this weekend was our nine-mile run around Cazenovia Lake with our Team in Training teammates. I've reached my fund raising goal and my Beloved Husband is 80% of the way there -- he only needs another $485. Our bribery offer of free books and other goodies still stands if you donate (scroll down the linked post for the details.)

Several important dates are sprinting towards us:
48 days until the Lake Placid Half-Marathon
60 days until ALA
146 days until the Philadelphia Distance Run
176 days until the release of CHAINS and my book tour (I got a preview of the tour plans last week, but I can't talk about it until the details are finalized.)

Looking backwards now:
2008 Resolution Tracker
Week 16 - Miles Run: 14.5, YTD: 329.25 (gone through another pair of sneakers!)
Week 16 - Days Written: 7, YTD: 118

This is Day 119 of 2008. We're just about one-third of the way through the year. Does that seems possible?

I dashed outside the Cave of Revision this morning and it's true: it is almost Spring up here on the tundra. In fact, I think it will happen today, while I am deeply buried in my story.

I won't be able to haunt the Forest with my camera to pounce on the Absolute Moment, so here is the closest I can come to proving this to you.

Here the Creature With Fangs poses next to one of the last piles of snow we have.

Next: daffodils on the brink of blooming. (Yes, those daffodils, mentioned in '06!) I tried to get the CWF to pose here, too, but she was more interested in crushing the plants with her paws. I threw a stick in the other direction and snapped this shot.

Thank you to everyone who donated to my husband's Race for Cancer. There is still time to help our cause and get some of the free LHA goodies mentioned earlier this week (scroll to bottom of post).

Attention New England SCBWI Conference attenders! Today is Day 5 of my 21-Day Writing Challenge. How's it going for you? I'd love to hear what you're doing - leave a note in the Comments section and pass the word along to the other folks who were there.

OK, back into the Cave I go.

Mary Pearson posted gorgeous spring photos yesterday.

Since it was, officially, Spring, i.e. the Vernal Equinox, i.e. Ostara, and I was well enough to get off the couch, I went in search of proof of the event in my own backyard.

I didn't find much. Down south in Syracuse, they have grass and mud. Up here on the tundra?


Not so much. This is the end of my driveway. The driveway itself is slushy mud, which is a good sign, but there is still snow on the roof of the house.

::stares at Mary's pictures again::


Here are my daffodils.

My Beloved Husband noticed my pout and scanned the horizon for signs of Spring. "Look!" he shouted, pointing to a small building on the farm down the hill.


I squinted. Put on my glasses. Squinted some more.

"No," I shook my head. "You can't fool me. We are going to be trapped in winter for months. And I'll get the flu again. And we'll lose power. And... and... and..."

He stuffed me into my (winter) coat and drove me down the road for a closer look.

He was right. Spring really is here.


Because that's not smoke. That is the sweetest steam in the world pouring out of the sugar shack. The maple sap is running in the Forest. The farmers are collecting the sap and boiling - right inside that wonderful building - into maple syrup.

The Trees are wise. They know. It is Spring.

I feel much, much better now.

Saturday night's storm knocked out our electricity and there was so much snow, we couldn't get out the driveway. Normally this wouldn't have been a big deal, but I promised an editor a bunch of stuff would be delivered this morning and the battery on my laptop was drained dry. Big problem, frantic author.

Beloved Husband to the rescue! Scot is an old school Yankee tinkerer, a slightly-aged Boy Scout who loves improvising, and he saved the day.

He turned my little red car into an office.

First he cracked open the doors of the garage so I wouldn't asphyxiate. Turned on my lovely car (it often gets 40 miles per gallon, btw) and cranked the heat. Plugged the inverter into the 12-volt jack (the thing we used to call a cigarette lighter). Plugged my laptop into the inverter. Carried down all of my research books and stacked them on the passenger seat. Fired up the laptop.

I worked out there all morning, enjoyed the tea that Scot brought out at 10:30am. When the power came back on at lunchtime, I moved into the house and kept working without missing a beat. Wrote until dinner and a little bit after that and accomplished my goal.

As promised, this week I'll answer some of the writing process questions. that you guys have sent in. Today's questions come from skg who writes: Do you ever have to adjust the overall pacing of the story, and if so how do you approach that?

Once the stinky first draft is done, I do a lot of tinkering with the pacing. It takes a little time to get the perspective that allows me to see the entire story, but once I can, I examine each thread of the story to make sure the events that pull it forward unfold in a way that makes sense, both for that thread and for the larger story. I make a time line of events on a huge sheet of paper. Once I see things on the time line, I usually make changes; speeding up some sections, slowing down others.

How do you think through making a character change over the course of a novel?

To be honest, I don't give that part much thought. I focus on creating situations that force the character out of her/his comfort zone, raising the emotional stakes as I go along. If I've developed conflicts that are organic and in keeping with the character's world, her/his response to the conflicts will naturally lead to internal growth.

More tomorrow. Right now I have more writing to do, and a long run later if I'm a very good girl. It's ten degrees outside... I'll be running on a treadmill.