Cross posted on As The Eraser Burns
Happy book birthday, congratulations, and a mighty woo-HOO to Laura Gehl for yesterday’s release of her latest picture book, PEEP AND EGG: I’M NOT HATCHING, illustrated by Joyce Wan!
Egg is not hatching.
No way. No how.
It is too scary out there.
Peep wants Egg to hatch so they can do fun things together, like watch the sunrise, splash in puddles, and play hide-and-seek.
But Egg is not cracking…
Joyce Wan’s bright and bold illustrations will have young chickies giggling at Laura Gehl’s reassuring tale that takes the not out of I’m not.
“Delightful and right on target.” -Kirkus
“Kids will get a kick out of Peep and Egg’s hilarious antics, and adults will be grateful for the breezy introduction to conversations about fears.” -Booklist
“Gehl’s just-enough text delivers a spot-on channeling of a coaxing parent and oppositional child, while Wan blends expressive emoji-like characters (even unhatched, Egg has a vividly cranky personality) with ingeniously geometric settings.” -Publishers Weekly [click to continue…]
I wasn’t going to make a video recap for runDisney’s 2015 WDW Marathon Weekend since that was, oh, over a year ago, but eh, why not. The memories were too awesome not to, so while Bob watched the Super Bowl, (way to go, Peyton,) I made this. Hope you enjoy!
Now to finish PHM ’15, W&D ’15, and Dopey ’16… 😉
Those who are familiar with The Artist’s Way by Julia Cameron know about morning pages. From her website:
“The bedrock tool of a creative recovery is a daily practice called Morning Pages.”
“Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. *There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages*–they are not high art. They are not even “writing.” They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind– and they are for your eyes only. Morning Pages provoke, clarify, comfort, cajole, prioritize and synchronize the day at hand. Do not over-think Morning Pages: just put three pages of anything on the page…and then do three more pages tomorrow.”
After first downloading her book in 2012, I have attempted the habit of writing morning pages at least … oh, wow. Ten? Twenty? Thirty times? Each attempt only ended in failure, because my pages would always be filled with chicken scratch rants about the following three topics:
- How mad I was at myself for not reaching my goals, for not writing enough, for procrastinating and not living up to my potential.
- How I was therefore committing myself once again to start fresh with renewed zest, a long list of goals, and buckets of piss and vinegar. (These pages mostly happened during the months of January and September.)
- How my piss and vinegar was losing its zest and procrastination was once again shooting bullets in my long list of goals.
- And finally … how mad I was at myself for once again not reaching my goals, for not writing enough, blah, blah, blah.
It was an endless cycle and complete waste of time if all I was going to do each morning was beat myself up.
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Are you going to the Team SCBWI in MD/DE/WV Conference in Buckeystown, Maryland on March 19-20, 2016? If so, be sure to check out the pre-conference faculty interviews we are posting over at As The Eraser Burns! And don’t forget that critiques are due on February 12th. #nagnagnag
Hope to see you there!
Those of you who grew up in the 70’s …
before the days of VHS and DVD’s remember how back then, there were two ways to see a movie: At the theatre–the big one screeners, that is, not today’s multiplexes, or on television. So when TV Guide listed a movie you’d like to see, you circled it and turned in early. Sometimes, the movie would be so special, it wasn’t just a showing. It was an event.
For me, that movie was The Sound of Music. It played on television about once a year, usually on a weeknight, and everybody at elementary school … I mean EVERYBODY … watched it, unless, of course, their parents were really horrible.
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*Sigh* I just love these!
Maybe I don’t.
I don’t know.
I’m on the fence. The black background … if it really is black … is nice and the print is adorable, but the pesky, nagging, buzzkill of a voice that pokes at my confidence on more occasions than I’d like to confess is questioning whether or not this is a purse I should be carrying as a nearly 47 year old. Which is wrong. I know that. But still. Buzzkill can really be a pesky little bugger.
Besides. I have the Disneyland Dumbo Double Dare to pay for next Tuesday … seeing as how I messed up yesterday during early registration for annual passholders by hitting back instead of continue, which bumped me out. Grr.
It’s still a cute bag, though. One I’ll most likely fall head over heels in love with after seeing it in person.
If only those Powerball tickets were winners…