Self Portrait at Beach, Winter's Morning

Earlier today I was walking the beach alone. The sky was (at last) blue. The ocean was frisky. The gulls paid me no nevermind. Fervency had replaced the fever of a pent-up winter.

I have been gone just 24 hours and my back isn't aching as much as it had, and I read a book, and I saw the sea, and I did nothing I was supposed to be doing, and it was good.

But two friends—a bookseller, a librarian—had happy news for me upon my return to reality, and I thank them both here. Em for telling me about how The Happy Nappy Bookseller has put in a long-shot Newbery wager for House of Dance. Charlotte for discovering (and then passing on the news) that Chasing Ray has today expressed hope for Nothing but Ghosts in her provocative (and wonderful) scouring of upcoming YA titles. I'm honored to be noticed by both reader-bloggers (and to have the friends that I do).

Read more...

Photo/Poetry Montage (an experiment)

I am experimenting with a new computer and with new software. This is raw, but this is fun.

To add to the glory of this day (overcast, pleasantly so), is the generosity of Charlotte, who had this to say about House of Dance. Thank you so much, Charlotte.

http://charlotteslibrary.blogspot.com/2008/08/house-of-dance-by-beth-kephart.html

Read more...