November 10-17:

A  week’s worth of stuff. Not exciting stuff, but working hard on the novel The Thirteenth Fey and by this evening, 21,500+ words. And I have the next chapter in my head. Not firmly in my head, understand, but enough of it. After that, I may be stuck once again. These things happen.

The odd thing about writing a novel is that one learns nothing useful along the way. The next novel has its own set of (sometimes insurmountable) problems. A bit like quicksand. One step. . .you think you’re safe. . .and then it pulls you under. (Or is that the mafia?)

Book News:

Three of my poetry collections are numbers 41, 42, and 43 on a list of the 100 best poetry books for children. Not sure who made the list or if it’s important, but always nice. I think the books are An Egret’s Day, Color Me A Rhyme, and A Mirror to Nature, but am not sure I’m remembering correctly.

And not certain if I already reported that An Egret’s Day is an Honor Book for the National Outdoor Books Award, which Jason and I won several years ago for Wild Wings.

Was interviewed for NPR (first locally on today, November 17, and can be found at WFCR: Jane Yolen, 300 Books and Counting (2010-11-17)
www.publicbroadcasting.net if you want to hear it. Next week it will go over all the NPR stations in a slightly different format.

I went off to the Baltimore FaerieCon Thursday through Monday morning, sold about 80 books and signed more than that as people brought in some of their favorites. Lots of costumes (I don’t wear costumes, though I did have a circlet of flowers.) Was on three panels and one interview with me and interviewer Wendy Froud. She’s an old friend whose doll work I greatly admire, and she asked some great leading questions. I also read some poems and one story aloud. My favorite part of the convention was when a company of Green Men came singing and dancing along the Faerie Market and blessed the booths. WHen they came to my signing booth, they left me e with four acorns and a sprig of rosemary, which was considered a great blessing indeed.

On the following Tuesday (last night), after my writers’ meeting, I took part in the Hillside Salon at the Eric Carle Museum, reading my poems along with three other artists: Josh Simpson an extraordinary glass blower (I have one of his pieces), a clothing designer, and a videographer.

Family stuff:

Since I was awa’ w’ the faeries when Maddison’s dance performance at Williston was going on, the dance teacher allowed me to watch the Wednesday run-through so at least I got a good look at the pieces. She was in five of them, including a solo piece and a salsa dance for eight dancers she’d choreographed herself. Marvelous. I was one happy Nana and one happy Terpsichordophile.

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