I hate camping. Yet as a writer I have that itch to jump in a convertible and set off across the country Thelma and Louise style (without the cliff). Enter the tiny house.
Here is what I am thinking as the ball barrels through the air spinning so fast it looks like a little wisp of color: I can't watch. No I have to watch. Quicker. Get there faster.
It's day 1 of Traveling with the Travelers: Spring Break Edition and we've arrived in Northern New Jersey. To honor my former home, here are some famous authors you might not realize are from the Garden State.
It's Spring Break and we've got a road trip planned. That's a perfect opportunity to create a road trip book "mix tape".
There is something about spring that just feels like poetry. Maybe that's why April was chosen for National Poetry Month. Yet, I'm struggling to really appreciate the beauty of this season...Apparently only Wordsworth can tell me why.
I am on Facebook often. Social media is part and parcel of being an author (The Travelers, Saguaro Books). You have to stay connected. Some parts of social media I enjoy more than others. Honestly, I find the Facebook part mostly taxing. So what does this have to do with metaphors? It's kind of a strange leap. But here it goes...
When you're an author working on your next book or books (in my case a sequel to The Travelers, a children's book relating to a unicorn, a ghost story, a spec fic/scifi book) and also a mom, wife, resistor, sometimes bookstagrammer and daily blogger with a relatively demanding day job as a medical editor, finding time to read can be hard.
Yesterday I did the unthinkable for a book lover, I destroyed a book. Not just one or two either. I participated in the destruction of many books. And I did this right in front of the most sacred of book places - the entrance of a public library. But why?
April is such an awesome month, I can almost barely stand it. First, it's National Poetry Month. April also means spring and flowers and warm weather. And, today, April 2, is International Children's Book Day. Just another reason to love April.
K.L. Kranes 