I truthed it up on the Friday the Thirteeners blog today, and revealed my beloved, mad, mad, mad Chicken Poem.
Chicken.
White. So Glorious.
A beak for rummaging.
How I long to pet your white feathers.
Come to me as I yearn to boil you in water. And nibble on your flesh.
Eat you. Eat you. Eat you.
I feed you only to kill you.
Your feathers are the color of paste.
I like paste.
I paste when the wind blows.
As the wind blows through your feathers.
Your feathers, the color of paste.
Me and my agent did the Query Series over on the YA Highway today.
I talk about King, and Rosoff, and being pale and nearsighted, and my misuse of footnotes.*
*I used footnotes in a query once. Not kidding.
In which I dare author Stephanie Kuehn to fess up about her private school days on the Friday the Thirteeners blog.
A longish interview where I talk about Skip James and liars.
I dared Sara Walsh, author of the upcoming The Dark Light, to serve herself tea in a public place for the Friday the Thirteeners blog. And she did it. She also took a reader truth, and talked about a book that scared the frak out of her as a teen.
I dared author Emma Pass to draw up a little comic strip featuring the Hound for us Friday the Thirteeners. And she did it:
Queries critiqued for water. Donate. It will bring you good luck.
Water Changes Everything. from charity: water on Vimeo.
I’ve got a new blog post up at Friday the Thirteeners about fighting a girl in a dirt field.
I dared Kendare Blake, author of Anna Dressed In Blood, to start an urban legend on the thirteeners blog. And she did it.
