Love To Write? Who Doesn't?

In case you haven't heard yet (because you're one of my rare followers who doesn't also follow my much more entertaining and blogosphere-savvy friends)  brace yourselves:

The Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers Workshop is now open for registration!  For those not familiar with this workshop, click the link, of course, but here's the shorthand:  This is a week-long conference, June 14-June 18. It will  be held at a great new venue, the Waterford School in Sandy, Utah.  You will meet and work with some of the best writers, illustrators, editors and agents in the business.  Seriously.  I know tons of writers who've gotten their start at this conference--including me!

Which makes it all the sweeter that this year I'll be  an instructor, teaching the Beginning Novel class.  So whether you've just started writing for kids/teens, already have a completed manuscript, already have several completed manuscripts--basically wherever you are in your career, there is a class for you and you will benefit!  Register now and tell me in the comments so I can look out for you!

Also in Sandy, but coming up much sooner, is the Authorpalooza at the SouthTowne Barnes and Noble on Saturday, February 6! Come hang out with a bunch of Utah authors anytime between 1-4 p.m!  I'll be there, but more importantly, so will Bree Despain, rock star of The Six,  James Dashner, andso many others I'm not sure who they all are.  If you haven't gotten a copy of my book yet, this is an excellent opportunity because they will definitely have it in stock!

Meanwhile, my brother left for his mission in Des Moines, Iowa last week.  He gave me his phone while he 's gone.  Apparently no one wanted it because it was a "girl phone."  Which prompted me to ask: "Why didn't the girls want it?"  He didn't tell me, so maybe something is wrong with the phone I don't know about but still.  My own phone.  That I don't have to pay for.  That has TEXT.  That I may or may not ever use.  Just having possession of it is full of possibilities.

Things That Start With The Letter A

First off, a big wahoo to the award winners in yesterday's announcement by the American Library Association.  For those who don't know, the ALA choose the Newbery Award winners as well as the Printz Award winners (like a Newbery--but for young adult books) and a bunch of other award winners. I am delighted that Rebecca Stead's When You Reach Me got the Newbery.  I mean, the award came to the surprise of no one (the book is THAT GOOD), but as we all know, upsets happen.  In addition to my delight because the book I wanted to win actually won, there is the tingle I get from remembering that Rebecca Stead and I are actually BFFs.

And by BFFs I mean that when I was in Philadelphia a month or so ago for the NCTE conference I ran into my friend Sara Z., who was signing books next to an attractive woman she didn't need to introduce but did, and it was REBECCA STEAD!  And I said some dumb things I don't remember, but she was very cool about it, and I thought, "I could totally be BFFs  with this woman."   And then, we had lunch with a bunch of other people, and I again thought, "Seriously, we'd be great BFFs."

So yeah, that's how we're BFFs.

Also, Kekla Magoon won the Coretta Scott King/ John Steptoe New Talent Award for her outstanding The Rock and the River.  Kekla and I are also BFFs in the sense that she wouldn't know me if she passed me on the street.  But I had the honor of being in her workshop group my first semester at Vermont College, and her work was my favorite.  And of course, I was so confident in my excellent taste that I knew she was Going Somewhere.   Yea!

In other A-related news, my little brother Andy is leaving on an LDS mission tomorrow.

Of all my brothers and sisters, I've always felt that Andy and I were the most alike.  We share a tenancy toward insomnia, deep thoughts, and general nuttiness.  When I was in high school, Andy and I would write each other notes (he was in grade school at the time):

Thanks for a great childhood, A.L.  I know the next two years are going to change everything.  In a good way.

Things That Please Me Today

Now, for the post that I planned to post last week, wherein I discuss the debut of my friend and fellow Sixer Bree Despain's YA paranormal romance THE DARK DIVINE. The book is doing so well it's already in its second printing! Check out the book, and check out Bree's blog. If you need a reason besides me randomly saying you should, listen to this: today is Bree's birthday! AND she's giving out gifts instead of getting them! Okay, she's getting them, too. But still. Check it out. Here are some photos from her spectacular launch:

I love this picture of Bree with our friend Kika, book blogger, college student and donner of  the Official Footwear of Tonga.  Aren't they cute?  (Rhetorical question).

Valynne, sporting DARK DIVINE nail polish.  Yes, the book has its own official color (to match the gorgeous cover).  If you go to one of Bree's upcoming signings, you too could be lucky enough to snag a complimentary bottle!

And of course, the obligatory picture of me because honestly, what is this blog without me?  (Rhetorical question).   Here I am, showing off the delectable pigs n' blanket I made for the launch.  Said pigs were devoured 2.4 seconds after this picture was taken.  Thanks Valynne, for sending this photo along-- because of you, it isn't sideways.  Brava!

Some cool things are happening this week.  Now that my book THE WAY HE LIVED  has been out for over a year, I thought reviews (and attention in general) about it would be minimal.  So, I had no problem when Great Guy Dan set me up with Google Alert.  I thought basically nothing would happen, much like when I'd do a  Google vanity search and repeatedly be asked "Did you mean Emily KING Smith?"

Then Google alerted me to this awesome review of TWHL by Sarah of the Readergirlz Street Team!  I LOVE readergirlz, and their Street Team.  If you like anything to do with teen books, check out the website.  It's amazing, and they have really popular writers guest chat all the time!

My publicist was the one who told me about  the review of Carolyn Mackler's YA TANGLED in this month's School Library Journal.  I've enjoyed Mackler's books in the past, so imagine my surprise to read this part of the review:  "As powerfully depicted as Emily Wing Smith's The Way He Lived (Flux, 2008), the various viewpoints weave together to create a compelling and cohesive whole."  Read the entire review here.

Meanwhile, I have arranged lunch dates every day this week, so that I can take home the leftovers and Great Guy Dan and I can eat them together, thus avoiding yet another week of grocery shopping.  Great plan, right?

(Rhetorical question).

Introducing The SIX

There was a post I was planning to post that I realized I could not post until I had posted this post.

For awhile now, my BFF writers group has needed to come up with a name.  Back in 2005, when we first formed the group, didn't need a name.  We were smaller then--it was just me, Kim and Bree.  The three of us had met a few years earlier as BYU students, when we took  Louise Plummer's class Writing the Young Adult Novel.

Then Sara  joined on, then Valynne, then Brodi.   Time marched on.  Books were written; agents acquired.  Meltdowns occurred.   And suddenly we needed a name.

So, we had our first official non-writing-related meeting, at which we decided to determine a name, and once and for all, figure out who was the craziest.  After much discussion, it was decided that yes, we were simply The SIX, and yes, Brodi was the craziest.

(Was there ever any doubt?)

Brodi, I would have added the more flattering shot of you in a leopard-print Snuggie, but it's one of those blasted vertical photos I can't rotate for the life of me.

Because Brodi, in all her crazy, had long-ago asked to be club ledger keeper, we appointed her as such (Off topic: do you have any idea how hard it is to find a ledger these days?  Trying to find one for Brodi this Christmas ended up being so impossible I just bought her a notebook and spelled out "Ledger" on it in official-looking stickers) (If there are such  things as official looking stickers).

That meant the rest of us needed figurehead positions as well.   Valynne, who's long been our bouncer, was rightfully named Secretary of Defense.  Sara, with her exquisite taste in shoes, was deemed Sartorial Advisor.  Bree is the Hair Consultant, of course, when she's not busy acting as Nutritionist.  Kim is secretary because she's the only one who can remember everybody's birthday (I love you 4/22)!  I was originally head cheerleader, until my physical coordination was brought into question.  I became Cruise Director, because while my physical coordnination is sub-par, my ability to coordinate everything else is...well, also sub-par, but what can you do?

I have to say, The SIX is the writers group of all writers groups.  I am lucky to have them.

Spokomedy

December is busy for everyone.  It's a lame excuse for not posting, so I'm not even gonna try it.  I mention the insanity of December only to highlight the most insane part of it: My Trip to Spokane,Washington For the Marriage of This Guy:

Just so you know, I went to a lot of trouble to rotate and re-save that photo, and it still didn't work.  Small wonder that blogging makes me  so defeated. Anyway, This Guy is my brother Ethan, in a picture taken just hours before his wedding to the beautiful and delightful Cami.

You can't see her face very well in this shot, but perhaps she doesn't want her face associated with this blog anyway.

On our way to Spokane, my brother Andy and sister Hannah were making very poor Spokane puns.  When we landed at the airport, Andy wondered if the local newspaper was called the "Spo-kane Word," which is just bad on so many levels it's embarrassing.  I did not have the pleasure of driving to the hotel with them, but by the time we arrived the puns had disintegrated into Andy commenting that it was "Spo-chilly."

Between the Spo-chilliness and the ceaseless Spo-jokes, the trip was shaping up to, more or less, blow.  Until I discovered we were less than a mile from designated Native American lands.  Noting that my hero, Sherman Alexie, refers to himself as Spokane Indian, I insisted Dan and I go on an impromptu trip to The Rez.

DAN:  What are we supposed to do when we get there?

ME: We see the sights, then ask somebody if this is indeed Sherman Alexie's birth-rez.

DAN:  Um, are we supposed to call it that?

This was my first time on a rez, and I have to admit to finding it baffling.  I had expected some sort of mobile-home community with people standing outside selling bracelets.  I expected this not because I believe stereotypes, but because my friend Nancy (who is not Native American but lives on a rez to provide health care) has told me it's actually the case. All I saw on this rez was a casino/restaurant, a soon-to-open luxury hotel, and a gigantic parking structure.  Upon entering the casino restaurant,  I noticed the people running the place looked as Native American as I did.  Which is to say they did not look Native American at all.

If you can't tell what I'm standing next to in this picture, no worries, because I can't either.  It was some sort of display case with dolls and stuffed animals, but neither looked very Native American.   Still, I couldn't very well pose next to the sorry-looking restaurant.  And I don't think I would have been allowed to take a picture of the vending machine selling both cigarettes and Grandma's Cookies (it was located in the casino). Finally, I asked a cashier with bleached hair and acrylic nails if she happened to know if a  famous writer named Sherman Alexie had ever lived on this rez.

WHITE LADY WORKING AT THE CASINO:  Do you know what tribe he's from?

ME: ...Spokane?...

Turns out there are like 14 reservations in Spokane.  I'm still not sure any people actually live on this one.

Spo-tastic entrance to what is probably not Sherman Alexie's rez.

A Mouse In The House; Or, Why I'm Leaving Soon

Last night I was reading, trying to fall asleep. Daniel had long since entered Snoozeville, and it was only ten o'clock. I keep a stack of crossword puzzles between my bed and my nightstand as my go-to insomnia cure, but I try to save them for "special" occasions and I'm not that desperate for sleep--yet. So I'm reading along, and I hear paper rustling. I am not turning pages, nor is Bad Hand causing the book to shake. But I try to convince it's not big deal and continue reading. Then, what do I see out of the corner of my eye but a Dark Thing scurrying around my room at the speed of light! My only logical response is that it must be a poisonous spider, and it is now fully justified to scream, since waking Daniel up is really only accomplished by high-pitched noises.

When he comes to, I don't think he believes me, as there's an absence of Dark Thing in the room by this time. Then he says, "No, it's not a spider, it's a mouse," and points to the mouse tail now sticking out from under the bedroom door.

I am slightly paranoid about mice. Not because I am scared of them, as they are not in and of themselves poisonous, and thus not scare-worthy. I am paranoid of a little thing called HANTA. As in HANTAVIRUS.

Do not tell me how low the risks of hantavirus are. I do not care, and it will serve only to infuriate me. When I say HANTA I am referring to any of the myriad diseases mice carry. Mice are great and all, but they are NOT ALLOWED in my house.

Daniel set traps, baited with peanut butter. This morning the trap was empty. Today I have cleaned all my floors, which burst my buttons because I just vacuumed a few days ago and I hate to mop. But it must be done, because I will not allow HANTA to thrive in my house. If it means cleaning the floors each day, so be it. Though I am less than thrilled.

Please tell me anything you know about mice, their capture, and why they would dare come into a lit room as early as ten o'clock. Aren't they supposed to be nocturnal?

It's a good thing I leave for NCTE/ALAN on Saturday morning. I will be in Philadelphia, chatting with today's best and brightest YA writers, English teachers, and YA literature academics. My idea of heaven. Anybody else going to be there?

I pledge not to ruin my trip with HANTA-related thoughts.

The Long-Awaited Jean Reagan Interview!

Emily Those who are just joining us may not know that I've been excited all week for this blog tour stop by author buddy Jean Reagan.  Actually, I've been excited for it much longer than that, but you know how blogging regularly isn't my strong suit.  Or, if you're just joining us, maybe you don't know that.  But that has nothing to do with the point, which is this:

Today Jean Reagan, author of the recently released picture book ALWAYS MY BROTHER, is stopping at my blog on her virtual tour.  Wahoo!  Many thanks to Jean, for allowing me this opportunity to import many different kinds of technology into my post.  Also, thanks for inviting me to help spread the word about this amazing book.

Jean and I first bonded when we met through mutual bff Anne Bowen and realized we were both publishing a book involving death.  This wasn't a huge deal for my young adult novel--death is actually trendy in YA these days.  But for Jean?

I think you'll enjoy hearing about her experience publishing a picture book  about the loss of a brother told from the perspective of the younger sister.

Emily:  So, what exactly is a virtual tour?

Jean:   I had no idea when I first heard the term.  Basically it means different bloggers host daily stop-overs for a book.  My tour which began November 1st has included a radio interview, a link to how the artwork was created, and visits to grief sites, children’s book reviewer blogs, and now an award-winning author’s site.  (We’re so proud of you, Emily!)  I hosted the tour myself on November 3, rd the anniversary of my son’s death.

Cool Note From Tillbury House That I Very Tech-Savvily Copy n' Pasted Into This Post:

Blog Comment Prizes

We will draw 7 lucky winners from all of those who leave comments on the participating tour posts (Nov.1-13) to win one of the following prizes:

- A copy of Always My Brother signed by author Jean Reagan (5 available)* - A set of 10 winter notecards with art by illustrator Phyllis Pollema-Cahill (2 available)

* Winners are welcome to designate a grief center, school, or library to receive their signed copy in their place. All winners will be announced after the tour. US/Canada addresses only, please.

Twitter Prize Everyone that tweets about the tour using the hashtag #AlwaysTour from November 1-13 will be entered to win a set of three children's books from Tilbury House — your choice! Winners will be announced after the tour, US/Canada addresses only, please.

Sweet, eh?  So comment away!  And Twitter, my Tweet lovin' friends.

Emily: What prompted you to write this book?

Jean:  The specific trigger was I noticed that my daughter’s grief over losing her sole sibling was discounted.  Many well-meaning people kept asking her how I was doing.  And, maybe her dad.  But, rarely how she was doing.

Emily, you said you wrote THE WAY HE LIVED in part because you watched a friend’s grief be discounted, because she wasn’t in the inner circle.  We seem to assign acceptable degrees of grief based on proximity to the loved one.

Ranking occurs with the type of loss as well.  To me, all losses (death of a beloved pet, divorce, tragic setbacks, etc.) share a common emotional journey.  Grief shouldn’t be a competition between severities of loss or proximity to loss, but rather a chance to connect with others and heal together.

Emily:  Well said!  I couldn't agree more.   Now, we both write about a taboo subject matter: a child’s death.  How has that played out for you?

Jean:  Our family physician recently said that in our society, talking or writing about childhood death is even more taboo than sex.  Wow!  But, I think that’s true.

First, it was hard to find a publisher with the courage to take on this book.  (Thank you, Tilbury House!)

Second, through research I learned there was a desperate need for a book like this, precisely because it was a taboo subject.

Third, promotion (I actually prefer the term, “outreach”) for ALWAYS MY BROTHER has been an emotional journey.  Grief organizations and events have been very receptive.  It’s heartwarming when someone says how helpful the book is, yet it’s bittersweet knowing the sadness behind the comment.  I’m equally determined to appear at regular book events, too, even though amongst the “happy” books, my topic seems like a real downer.  Getting my book into the hands of kids who need it keeps me committed no matter where I reach them.

Emily:  You don’t explain the cause of death in your book.  Why?

Jean: Our books share this fact, as well, don’t they?

I wanted the main focus of this book to be about healing.  In a picture book, you only have fourteen spreads (double pages) to tell a story.  Elaborating on the cause of death would have required one or two spreads, thereby forcing me to cut crucial parts of the healing story.   So, it was a choice based on what I wanted as my primary focus.

Even though my teenage son died of a drug overdose, the John in my story was too young to die from drugs.  So, it wasn’t that I was too embarrassed or ashamed to mention drug overdose as a cause of death.  If you read our son John’s obituary, you’ll see that we clearly acknowledged it. John's Obituary My husband and I are proud of our son even though we are very, very sad he became trapped by a drug addiction that ultimately killed him.

I also hoped that by having an open-ended cause of death, my book would be helpful to grieving families regardless of their loved one’s cause of death.

And, ultimately in real life, the cause of death doesn’t alter the intensity of loss.  All death is innocent, I believe.  (With very, very few exceptions, of course.)  Your open-ended resolution in HOW HE LIVED for me offered this same conclusion.

Emily: Jean, my soul-sister, once again you took the words right out of my mouth.  This is exactly how I wanted to deal with the cause of death in my own book.  Of course, I also wanted to leave it open-ended because of the religious beliefs of my characters.  Religion doesn't play a role in your book.  Why not?

Jean:   I wanted my book to be universally approachable to families regardless of their religious traditions.  My book leaves plenty of room for readers to embrace religion and spirituality, I believe.  Families who find comfort through religion still need to cope with the day-to-day challenges of living with grief.  That’s the focus I chose with this book.  It would have deeply saddened me if my portraying a particular religious tradition had actively excluded a child who needs my book.  As I said earlier, there are so few books about sibling loss.

Emily:  What’s your next book project?

Jean:  If I only had one book published this was the one I wanted, because it is dear to my heart.  But, I recently signed a contract with Knopf for my second book, HOW TO BABYSIT A GRANDPA (June 2011).  It’s wonderful to send a happy, silly book into the world as well.

I understand your next book takes place at Pitzer College (NOTE FROM EM-DAWG:  Yep, much of BACK WHEN YOU WERE EASIER TO LOVE takes place at this esteemed institution).  My husband taught there and my daughter will graduate from there this year.  So, you and I will be overlapping again, Emily.

Emily:  Yet another indication that we are soul-sisters!  Thanks for joining us!

Jean:  Us?  Who's us?  Aren't you just you?

(Okay, so Jean really didn't say this.  She really said: Thanks for hosting me today).

You are very welcome, Jean.

To read more about the story behind ALWAYS MY BROTHER, visit www.jeanreagan.com.  Thanks!

Vanity Card

I've only recently (through my growing obsession with TV's The Big Bang Theory) learned the definition of a "vanity card." A vanity card are a few lines that blip onto the screen directly following theend of a television show, written by the show's creator.  The only vanity cards I've ever read, or even seen, are by Chuck Lorre (of TBBT).  These "cards" range from jokes to Chuck's random musings to...well, whatever he wants.  Some of them are pretty hilarious (generally not the jokes).

I can see the appeal of a vanity card:  the chance to write, in a public venue, whatever is on your mind.  But it seems to lose a cetain cachet now, when everybody has the chance to write whatever they want to in a public forum.

I was starting to feel bad about not blogging for a couple of weeks, but that's when it hit me:  This blog IS a vanity card.  All I do is post about stuff that happens to me, or stuff that I think is important, or things I've read that I think are interesting.  It all revolves around me.  So why should I think people will miss it?

Then author and friend Jean Reagan asked if I'd host her on my blog this week.  Her recently-released picture book, ALWAYS MY BROTHER, is currently on a virtual tour around the blogosphere, and on Thursday I'll be one of her last stops.

Suddenly my blog becomes about more than my own vanity, and about bigger issues, like getting the word out about ALWAYS MY BROTHER.

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I want to save all the stuff I really have to say about the book for the interview on Thursday, but I want to start getting the word out now.  This book deals with loss and the grieving process for a young audience.  It's an issue that's important to me as an author, as well as ALWAYS MY BROTHER being a great book.

Please check back regularly this week to read my random bits of vanity.  And check in on Thursday to read about something truly important--and not just to me.

Team Us For The Win!

Last night was the Utah Book Awards Ceremony!  Thanks to all those who were there. Here are Sara and I, anxiously awaiting the results:

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Oh, fail, fail, FAIL!  Not only is this the wrong picture, I STILL have no idea how to rotate it correctly.  I kind of blame this fail on Dan, because I've learned to no longer take vertical pictures so I don't have to rotate them.  I did not give him the memo.

Anyway, in case anyone cares, this is me prior to the awards, opening a belated b-day gift from my bff Sara B.  She gave me a  swank wallet/purse, similar to hers, the one I compliment each time I see it.  Now I can finally retire the little wallet-ish thing with the broken zipper I got in Mexico.  I will no longer irritate people in line behind me at Old Navy when I can't get out my drivers license.  And I will look so stylish no longer doing it!

Meanwhile:

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Here is the one I wanted all along!  And we're waiting.  During this time I whisper to Sara Z., "I hope you've got a speech ready."

The winners in the two categories prior to us had both prepared acceptance speeches.  Sara and I did not know there would be acceptance speeches.  In our defense, when Sara was nominated for this award last year (for her amazing Story of a Girl) and we attended the ceremony, nobody gave an acceptance speech.  So we thought it'd be more of the same.

Luckily, I knew Sara would be winning this year so I needn't come up with a speech on the fly.

Then they announce the winner:

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This is when it becomes evident that I had not prepared a speech.  But short speeches are my favorite kind anyway, so it worked.

I attribute my success last night to the "Christmas Dinner" shirt I was wearing.  Last winter, Sara Z. and I were shopping together instead of writing for some reason.  I don't remember why, because usually we write, I promise!  But this was possibly more fun.  We tried on clothes that were entirely too fancy for people who spend their days hunched over a keyboard, by themselves, lost in a world that is not-quite reality.  So when I tried on this shirt and realized I had nowhere to wear it, Sara said, "You should wear that to Christmas dinner!"  So I looked at Sara's shirt and said, "You should wear that to Christmas dinner!"

My Christmas dinner is consistently a dress-down affair.  I believe Sara's is similar.

We both bought the shirts anyway.

Last night the shirt smelled of victory and the person who inspired me to buy it:  Sara Zarr, the best friend a girl could have.

Then, the reception.  The food was a step WAY up from last year, which I appreciated, as I hadn't had time to eat dinner that night and my boxed-up food was sitting in Sara B.'s car.

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Me, Sara Z, and my Pop.  He hates to have his picture taken, but agreed to it because this was a special night.

Then, the after party!   Because I was still hungry, and besides, we needed more quality time.  So the Clique, minus Kim, who had to prep for her trip to Disneyland, and Sara Z., who thought we were nuts for needing dinner at 9 p.m, went to Gourmandise/ies.  No one judged me for having two dinners, because they are non-judgmental like that.

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Except for afterwards, when I convinced Brodi to walk barefoot instead of in her death-heels.  Then I was judged galore by Bree.  But I don't blame her for that.  I mean, telling someone to walk barefoot in downtown SLC is not particularly good advice.  But if you ask me, it makes more sense than heels.

Too Tired To Post Tonight, So...

Daniel wanted to download my favorite Beatles song, "Maxwell's Silver Hammer," for Rock Band. I insisted that I must do something to EARN the song, as I have been getting entirely too many things for no reason lately (due mainly to my birthday and the gifts that have come with it). So we decided I would "earn" the song by blogging every day this week. And I intend to do it. Except it's kind of been a big night. So I'll write more in the morning. Until then, check out these beautiful platefuls from Gourmandise:

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