A Writer’s Film

The-Magic-Of-Belle-Isle-Morgan-Freeman1Often, I keep track of films I watch that have a serious writer’s theme to the storyline.  Most recently it was The Magic of Belle Isle staring Morgan Freeman and Virginia Madsen. First off, I highly recommend this to any writer.  It’s a charming look at how imagination can and is a part of our lives, along with the story of a struggling writer. Plus it ends well and is a charming, charming story.

f03e818295b65975c3f4c94054b4314dOne of the things that got to me most about the film was the relationship Morgan Freeman’s character, Monte, has with his typewriter. At the start of the film he says “She’s a black-hearted whore, and I’m done with her.” Slowly, with the pushing of nine year old Finnegan O’Neil, he starts to write again and by the end of the film, you know he is back in sync with the machine.  There is a line where Finnegan asks Monte why he doesn’t use a computer.

Monte’s response. “I’m going to answer your question in return for blessed silence. Look at that machine. I like that you have to write a bit slower on a manual, I like the way it sounds, I like the way the letters bite into the paper, I like that you can feel as a genuine human being doing the work.”

Sometimes I forget the magic of using my typewriter. I haven’t had the inclination to pull out the Royal (he/she needs a good name instead of just Royal unless I want to envision Royal Wilder from the Little House on the Prairie series).  I actually haven’t had the inclination to do a lot of writing to tell you the truth.  However, whenever I see typewritten words or poems I just inwardly sigh in happiness. When I see someone using a typewriter I want to hug them. And when I see the love of a typewriter expressed in a film, it just makes me want to write to the screenwriter and thank them for making my day.  It doesn’t happen often, because honestly, there are not that many writer-esque films. So when I do see one, I pay attention.

1002004004848400Another film that made me want to start using my Royal (somebody help me name the darn machine) was Shadows in the Sun staring Joshua Jackson and Harvey Keitel.  Along the same lines as Monte, a line by Harvey Keitel’s character says Weldon Parish: “Typewriters make you think about the words you choose more carefully, because you can’t erase them with the push of a button. ”   (side note: great ideas, very cheesy film)

For some reason, even though I know all of this it’s nice to hear it in a film, or a book, or some random post. Little writer’s reminders are nice.

liberal_arts_2012Lastly, just because we are on the subject of writer’s films, I want to mention a new film that I HIGHLY recommend along with The Magic of Belle Isle.  This film is an independent film by actor Josh Radnor titled Liberal Arts.  I won’t go into a description because you can read about online everywhere. Just watch it.  If you love inspiration from all around, classical music, good humor, humor on life and college, and just an all around good feeling when you get done with a movie, then you need to see this.  It’s charming and you just want to meet Josh Radnor when you get done, especially since he wrote, directed and starred in the film.  So so very good.

One last thought.  I think the typewriter used in The Magic of Belle Isle was an Underwood.  I had the opportunity of having my grandfather’s machine, but it didn’t work and he ended up finding someone that liked those kind.  While I still wouldn’t really want one, man, those have got to be one of the coolest looking typewriters around.

Signing off

~Kate

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Truer Words Couldn’t Be Spoken

 Photo by Kevin Winter – © 2014 Getty Images – Image courtesy gettyimages.com

Photo by Kevin Winter – © 2014 Getty Images – Image courtesy gettyimages.com

The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine addled, crippled by procrastination, and consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing, and soul crushing inadequacy. And that’s on a good day.  ~Robert DeNiro via the 86th Academy Awards teleprompter

Now, the really question is, how many good days are there for a writer? I caught this marvelous quote right way the other night while watching the Oscars, and I’m not the only other person who latched onto this statement. Type it into Bing and you will get several blog post pop up with this same quote used as the topic of Monday’s posts. It is a truly powerful statement in regards to writers.

In fact this statement is so true that you know only a writer wrote it for Robert DeNiro to say.  My mother stared at me and at the television, her jaw dropping  because it is so true in regards to me. I have actually been mulling over a post regarding the real issue of being a writer is because of our own fears. So this is apropos. What keeps us from writing are those moments of procrastination, panic, and self-loathing. We drink coffee or tea like fiends , and often we don’t have good days.

Unless you are talking to another writer, you definitely feel complete and utter isolation. Desolation. Non-writers do not understand what is going through our heads and there is no point in trying to explain. Non-writers stare at you, a blank expression on their face, and that’s when you know you are neurotic because obviously it only makes sense to us.

We fail to send in our manuscripts and query letters because we are ‘crippled by procrastination’ and dealing with ‘soul crushing inadequacy.’  “I’ll never be able to write like ____________[FILL IN THE BLANK].

Then there we are at two in the morning pounding out this idea that CANNOT wait till daylight, our eyes heavy and dark. WE wake to circles under the eyes from lack of sleep, staggering to the coffee pot before we are even lucid, only to look over what we had written in the dark and think to ourselves, ‘Utter crap!’

Rewriting over and over, tweaking even after it’s ‘done’ and ready to be sent off to editors, agents, or publishers. It will never be perfect. Twenty years in print and we will still want to change something that everyone else is perfectly fine with. We are never satisfied.

Even this post will be tweaked before the “publish” button is clicked, and three days from now I will want to change something.  (I wrote this yesterday in ink; I’m typing it now; and I’ve already changed a couple things)

The mind of a writer is a terrifying thing. What is going on in there leads to nightmares and moments when you space out trying to solve some plot twist. Random scraps of notes that are all gibberish to the ordinary person, but are pure gold to the author, frequent our lives and flat surfaces. We fill our notebooks with random odd sayings and pieces of conversation that we just might use someday, in some book that has yet to be written. We hoard our dictionaries and thesauruses. We keep books for varies pieces we like that we might include in a passage here or there.

And those are the good days.

Bad days are more frequent, in my opinion, and lead to giving up saying you’ll never write again. Days you want to rip up every typed page or shut down your blog because, hey, you’ll never write again. Depression where you are in such a funk that every living thing avoids you. The bad days feel like the depths of despair and there is no light at the end of the tunnels.

Oh, but we are writers, and it’s a wondrous thing.

Signing off

~Kate

New Year – Stealth Mode

Monteverde Invincia Color Fusion Stealth – Goulet Pen Company

It’s a new year and along with that has come the desire for a new pen. I’ve taken to using my fountain pens, three of them, as much as possible when I write. I try to rotate during the week, so that each day has a new color ink and I can keep track of what I have written. I tend to stick with black and burgundy inks for major writing, and edit with green. It’s just my thing.

And I’m forever oohing and ahhing over new fountain pens. I can see why people that love them, have several. Clearly I’m not satisfied with my three.

Well, my newish desire is the Monteverde Invincia Color Fusion Stealth, or just plain Stealth. I haven’t quite figured out the correct title. Either way, Stealth is well, sexy cool. I love what one of the reviewers at The Goulet Pen Company said about the pen.

“The Stealth is solid and subtle. Although, a black nib laying down a deep red line does make a clear statement.”

Stub nib for Monteverde pens

Ooh. Yeah.

I think that just sounds like what I would like to do when I pen letters to someone I know.  Writing sexy letters to sexy men with a sexy pen is, well, sexy.  I think I’ve just used that word three times too many. I’m digressing.

So, that is my pen of choice, with a stub nib, which you see right here —–>

The stub nib affords a more calligraphy style of writing. Slanted and just a bit more depth to one’s own style of writing. I would love to have this pen.  Or its sister pen which is also a Monteverde. The Monteverde Invincia Deluxe – Nighthawk.  Basically the Nighthawk is an even sexier pen, designed exclusively for The Goulet Pen Company.  I want this pen as well. It is ooh la la sexy.

The Monteverde Invincia Deluxe Nighthawk via The Pen Cup

 

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Don’t tell me you won’t ooh with that pen.  Just check it out. I promise you will drool over it as well. (the image was graciously allowed by The Pen Cup for me to post. Check out her blog by clicking the link.)

Downside to both of these pens, especially the Nighthawk, is price.  They are out of my price range as of the moment. So all I can do is drool. If some sexy man….. wanted to get me one….. I don’t even know if he is reading this…… One can HOPE he is…….but since he is a busy man…….I’m wishful thinking here…….

And along with pens comes ink. One must have ink for the pens to, well, uh, work.  I have my stash of Private Reserve inks. Burgundy Mist, Sherwood Green, Sepia, Velvet Black, and a bottle of Pelikan Red.  They are all lovely colors, though I am seriously annoyed that Sherwood Green and Velvet Black smear horribly. They are NOT color fast, especially if water is dripped on them.  I’m digressing again. Sorry.

Well, I found another new ink I love, though it’s color is similar to Burgundy Mist, and the price is steep.  Hey, if your pen is going to be expensive, might as well fill it with an expensive ink.

Pilot Iroshizuku Yama-Budo ink. Hello gorgeous. Can’t quite remember how I ran across this ink… Oh wait, I saw it on this most amazing youtube video that is the most mesmerizing thing to watch. Calligraphy and all gorgeousness. If you love pens, nibs, and anything fountain pen related you need to watch this video.

Anyways, I won’t even try to describe the beauty of this ink. Just look at the pictures below

Okay, so clearly I’m obsessed a little bit. I’ve included way too many media items, but I can’t express my love of all things pen related right now.  I adore my three fountain pens and I was listening to myself write today. Oh the lovely scratch of a fountain pen.  A roller ball or gel pen will never be able to compete in the sounds of writing like a fountain pen does. Kind of like an old manual typewriter is way better sounding than a laptop keyboard.

Well, enjoy. I recommend checking out The Goulet Pen Company. A little pricy, but another one that has marvelous pens, all of mine coming from there, is His Nibs.  Wonderful to work with the seller too.

So check them out, and if you have a favorite pen, tell me about it. Or a gorgeous ink you have to have. I’d love to know.

Signing off

~Kate

Maybe He Had A Better Reason For Leaving – Flash Fiction

farmers-wife-magazine Maybe he had a better reason for leaving. Maybe it was the summer sun that first started the wanderlust. Whatever the reason, on day Janis watched him walk out of their front gate, not knowing when she would next see him.

He left no plans, no way to contact him; He only said he’d be back in the fall. Whatever that meant.

Janis watched him close the white picket gate, the one he had built last summer and walk towards town proper. She dried her hands on the dish towel she held, just shaking her 33-06,FrmrsWfhead.

“Silly man,” she muttered, smoothing down her apron. She wasn’t surprised he was leaving. Every couple of years he’d get this look in his eye and by the next day he’d have his knapsack packed. He’d go off finding adventure, though he never told Janis what he ended up doing on his treks. He could be gone a week or months. Once he was gone only two days, but another he was gone almost a year.

She didn’t know if he had another woman, she hated him if he did, but she doubted him fooling around. There were plenty of women around here who would have gladly taken him into their beds. No, the look in his eyes was not the lust for human flesh, but of fresh air, mountain peaks, and sandy beaches. Sometimes she would find bits and pieces of nature hiding down at the bottom o f his knapsack when he’d return. A small shell, a green rock, and once she found an old arrowhead.

For Janis the reprieve of married life was always a chance for a renewal of herself.  She slept in, not needing to make his breakfast. She enjoyed her poached eggs on toast without complaint. She tried new hairstyles and bought a new outfit or two. She would hire a couple of local girls and they would tear apart the house, cleaning it from top to bottom, then Janis would rearrange the furniture or paint a room. She’d have a gardener come in and give the whole yard a nice clean up, getting all the spots He never got to when he was at home. She’d splurge on a new rose bush or something exotic and fancy that would last only the summer season.

She’d invite her friends over for luncheons and teas. They’d gab about kids and husbands, though Janis never mentioned Him other than to say he was on sabbatical. They all knew what that meant. The ladies would discuss flower arrangement and wallpaper options. Painting versus staining re-purposed furniture. Then Janis would show off her new redone room and all the ladies would ooh and ah, commenting on how they wished their husbands would let them redo a room whenever they wanted to.

The friends would leave and Janis would clean up the house to a spotless state, fix a small meal and eat dinner watching one of her favorite movies. Something he wouldn’t like and try to talk over. She’s go to bed whenever she wanted, sometimes late, sometimes early. And every night till he came home, Janis would cry herself to sleep.

Who would have thought a short story or flash fiction piece could come out of a Harbrace College Handbook?  The first line and title of this piece was a line of correction under commas in my Harbrace. I was reading it the other day and this line caught my attention and I knew I had to write something. Not exactly sure if I have the commas in the correct spots (I’m a comma girl and I use way more than I ever should), but I’m happy with how this turned out. I have a fifties or sixties esque thought pattern in my head for Janis. Like she does her hair in the flip styles and wears big patterned dresses with bold flowers. Well, whatever she looks like, this was fun to write out the other day in a matter of moments on a piece of lined paper. Sometimes inspiration strikes from the funniest of places. And this story did not even come close to what I had in my mind, but hey, sometimes the character takes you places you never knew were hiding.

Signing off

~Kate

Journal Me Journal You

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Mr. Statham’s caption : A lot on my mind, about time I write it down…

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I am  stealing borrowing the two above pictures from Mr. Statham (not the real Jason Statham, but a friend who I swear could be the Man and I mention him in a post from three years ago if you click the highlighted name).  He just posted these tonight on Facebook and I immediately fell in love with them and told him that I was going to use them for a blog post.  My only comment is, that journal is empty! and I think a fountain pen might be needed.  Just saying. But, then, does Jason Statham use a fountain pen? Probably not.

I have not met many men in my life that write in a journal.  Granted, I don’t know tons of men, and most of the ones I do, are old…. So I find it kind of cool and sexy  in a writer-esque sort of way to see that a guy is writing in a journal.  And the mood in the setting is just so very Poe and The Raven to me. (the candles and the moodiness of the look) I can’t explain why I find this so inspiring, but I do.

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My ‘midnight’ writing and guest (my dachshund). Not quite as cool, but I have my fountain pens and my Paris pictures and star light…

I am not one to have much of a ‘setting’ when I write.  I write when I get a moment, though as of late, my journaling is at midnight.  I do a lot of midnight entries.  Since the 19th of September, I have spent half my midnights writing in my journal.  Dealing with guy trouble and thoughts that are too big to write about in the day.  Generally more macabre at that time, but I’m more inclined to get to the heart of my troubles when I’m tired and it’s dark out.  I can ‘sob’ out my issues when no one is around.

Writing in my journal is so very private in a way. I know I wrote not long ago that I was inclined to take my journal with me wherever I went (read the post HERE), and while that’s true, I still like my thoughts private.  When something is really troubling me, I like to be along with my thoughts and not feel pressured to get my writing done.

Part of the reason for my midnight entries, which are dated that way as well, are because my life is hectic. I do not have much time in the day for sitting down to voice my thoughts.  I’d love to, but I rarely have time. The few times I do, it’s right after lunch when I have a cup of tea in hand and a few moments to spare.  But at night I stay up. I am such a night owl it’s scary sometimes. So I write. I also play on Tumblr and read emails, but I like to write then.

Adding to this slightly disjointed post, pardon, but it is after midnight. I never said my thoughts were clear at this point…..  It’s always interesting to see the journals people use.  Mr. Statham’s is clearly a guy’s journal.  Brown or black leather, smooth, simplistic, unlined pages, simple pen.  Totally masculine.

But then there’s me.  Right now my journal is a flowery composition book.  As will the next two journals after this one. I need lines because I write on a slope. I need composition books because they are big enough to get my point across without going through two journals a year.  I ramble so I need plenty of room to fit in everything.  And I have been using my fountain pens religiously to write with.

Fountain pens are kind of sexy.  Trust me.  Especially filled with the different inks.  Right now I’m in a Burgundy Mist and Sepia mode.  I just got through black and a unique mix of the Burgundy and black because I was too lazy to clean my pen before I filled it…  Colors reflect my mood.  Sepia is my conservative mood, while Burgundy….. well no boring thoughts were conceived when writing in a wine colored ink….. cue naughty wink

And now I have written a blog post, instead of writing in my journal like Mr. Statham. Now it’s late and I have sleep that is needed, so I shall close.  I’m curious about you dear reader.  If you are a man, do you keep a journal?  What do you write with?  What type of journal do you use?

Girls, what about you?  Tell me, do you like plain or fancy journals?  I’m curious too as to when you like to write.  Do you like writing in the morning when you wake up, thoughts fresh and clean, or do you like to get down and dirty at night?

And because well, I can’t resist, the lovely, handsome, every girl wants him…

Mr. Jason Statham (because I don’t feel I should post my friend’s picture without his consent. But trust me, he really, really looks like this guy)jason-statham12

Signing off

~Kate

That Vampire-y Time Of Year

Eden Vampire EditedIt’s that time of year when the ghosts, witches, and yes, vampires come out.  Honestly, I can’t really explain the fascination with vampires, though it seems to be a zombie kind of year….(why, WHY? Please let it end! Stop those zombies so we can get back to vampires please!)

I saw this costume idea for guys in a newsletter : Make your move in your best suit or tuxedo with a pair of sexy fangs and an elegant red cape.

Wow, doesn’t that just sound yummy?  Us gals seem to have this delight in sexy vampires.  Go figure.  Is it the Power? The Control?  The Fangs?  What is it about a vampire we like?

Eric Northman

Eric Northman

We go gaga over the Eric Northmans of the tv world.  And I’m just dying, no pun intended, to see the new Dracula with Jonathan Rys Meyers.0022-735x1024  Oh, and don’t forget about Vampire Diaries, and the gorgeous Aiden in Being Human (USA edition).

Sam Witwer as Aiden Turner

They make us fall in love with a blood sucking, evil, sadistic, chauvinistic creature and we eat it up.  I’ve yet to figure out my fascination.  I’m thinking that it’s mostly because they pick marvelous actors, and by marvelous I mean gorgeous, to play the roles.  Have you seen an ugly Dracula-esque vampire?  Okay, well the guy in Van Helsing was nothing to write home about, and personally, I do not like the Bill Compton of True Blood, the show, but for the most part, they are gosh darn good looking.  Just my opinion.

Those pretties from Vampire Diaries

And it’s fun to read about them, in a slightly sadistic way.  The very top picture makes me want to write about a vampire.  One that goes to a Halloween party and seduces, because come on, that is what they do, a delectable woman.  (I’m having fun with my adjectives today)  I can think of a number of fun ways to make this story work.

Well, you all can enjoy your living dead and zombie fascination.  The ones out there that love your werewolves (sorry Jacob, while I love you I’ll take Edward any day) and I’ll stick with my pale creatures of the night.  Hmm, maybe it’s because I’m a night owl…..

Writing on

~Kate

The Styles We Are And Our Characters Are

Daily Prompt: The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man

Wow, this prompt made me immediately want to write.  I went off in my mind on a tangent that had nothing to do with my own style, but more on my characters I write about.  However, I think my style is partly who my characters are, so let’s start with me.

My winter attire, though the hat was is my ex bf's at the time. I do not have the hat...

My winter attire, though the hat was is my ex bf’s at the time. I do not have the hat…

Have I mentioned I live on a farm?  Well, you get it again.  I live on a farm.  It’s small, and it’s more of what you would classify a micro farm…. it’s only an acre, but it is a farm nonetheless.  So, my style, unfortunately is mostly jeans and a shirt.  Summer, well, the shorts come out.  Boots are a must, either pull on or lace up. This is all more necessity versus what I’d like to wear.  I’d much rather be in dresses, skirts, frilly floaty things.  Not exactly farming clothes.

I saw a girl this last spring in a coral mini-dress under a long white lacy dress with a jean jacket.  I thought, wow, I’d love to pull that off.  She looked hip and cool and fun.  Something I would like to wear.  But unless I’m in the city, this type of style won’t work.  Someday, I think I’d like to be able to have a really cool look, since I’m a writer it’s almost a requirement.  I need to have My thing.

Garnet Hill’s newest catalog. (I need this one)

Now, my characters on the other hand, have style.  Mia, my bookstore owner is a serious Garnet Hill dresser.  A smidge on the frumpy, but utterly stylish look.  Loose shirts and organic jewelry.  Leather belts and ballet flats.  Heck, I’ve even used one of the Garnet Hill models as my Mia.

From Sundance’s home page

Then for Rena, my farmer girl/herbologist/semi-writer/sort of me, is a total Sundance  girl.  You know, Robert Redford‘s catalog?  I love Sundance.  Don’t own a single thing, but want to immerse myself in the clothes, jewelry and accessories. The style is definitely earthy and kind of free spirit.  But it’s me.  And Rena is pretty much me, without all the mess that is me…. though some is through in for variety.

Then there’s Regina.  I have come up with her style yet.  She’s cool though because she is a published writer.  She has her spiky hair and her big signature rings, but I haven’t placed what she wears yet.

Cover of "The Weekend Novelist"

Cover of The Weekend Novelist

I read a part of a book on writing a novel, The Weekend Novelist by Robert J. Ray, where  the author said, go through catalogs. Dress your characters.  Pick out things that they would wear.

Since doing that, I have had so much luck writing a characters.  They have personality because of style.  And I want the funds to have those styles myself.  I think, someday when I publish my book, whatever one it is, I’ll splurge on an outfit and some Sundance jewelry.

But style is crucial, and I love fashion, even if I can’t always apply it to myself.

This prompt made me smile and I was so excited to write it since I’ve had my clothing catalogs around the house more frequently as I drool.  You can check out the companies I like by clicking on the pictures. I’d love to know how other writer’s dress their characters.  Where do you get your inspiration and styles?  Tell me in the comments.

Signing off

~Kate

Before He Could Think – Flash Fiction

She ran down the street, right up to the side of his UPS truck. He stuck his head out of the window to smile at her. Before he could react, she reached up and held his face in both her hands as she pressed her mouth to his. His mustache brushed her upper lip and he froze. Before he could even think, it was all over and she was stepping back, a wicked gleam in her eye. She turned and sauntered off, skirts swirling like water, hips swaying goddess-like, and her wildly curling hair, black a raven’s wind, snapping and sparking with her cheekiness.

 

Just some fun flash fiction.  I had this idea, one that I’d actually like to try out, but since I can’t, I put it down here.  Enjoy.

Writing on

~Kate

If You Only Knew What I Put In My Journal

What I need to put on my journal

What I need to put on my journal

Lately I’ve taken to carrying my journal every where I go, whether I write in it or not. I just want it with me for that time when a thought strikes my head and I have to put it down or fear losing the idea.  However, along with having my personal ‘space’ with me and the convenience that comes from having it around, there is also the danger of someone reading something of mine that I would much rather keep private.

The only reason that came to mind, because most of the time I don’t even think of someone reading my journal, was because I came out of the store the other day and my bike (bicycle) was surrounded by a contingent of high school boys from one of the camps.  My journal lay neatly in the basket, ready for anyone to crack it open.  See?  I am quite unconcerned about where I lay my journal. It’s not wise.

Had anyone cracked it open they would think I have a very active love life.

” I was fantasizing about arriving unannounced at Stephen’s. Oh I would love to surprise him.”

“Owen… I have sexy ideas for him.”

“Tony has gained weight, but he still looks as sexy as ever… (and I won’t add in what else I said because it’s too hot for paper)”

And that was only the first 4 entries into the new journal.  Now, only one of these is actually real.  One is a character, and the other, well is just me appreciating male beauty.  Sue me, I’m a single gal with a lack of eligible men around.  A girl has got to have some fun.

I shudder to think of what those boys might have though had they flipped through the journal.  And I am sure I would shock the pants off most people with what is in my other journals that I’ve completed.  Heck, even some of them I turn bright red when I read it and go, uh wow, so that’s what I was thinking.  I go from innocuous to more graphic than I’d want anyone to ever know.  It’s my personal journal so I fill it with everything.  Literally, everything.

One time a friend of mine was talking about how she had her journal with her in her purse wherever she went, and because she liked Nancy Drew, she had taken an old cover of one of the books to use as the slip in cover of her journal.  She pulled the journal out of her purse and handed it to me to look at.  Unconsciously I started flipping through the pages before I was slammed with the knowledge that I was just flipping through someone’s private words.  I immediately slammed it shut, admired the cover and hoped that my friend hadn’t thought that I was reading her words.  I didn’t see a thing, M.  I promise!  But we sometimes forget how easy it is to look at someone else’s thoughts.  I had never thought of how vulnerable my personal thoughts were.

I still don’t think about it all that often. I much prefer dragging my journal with me wherever I go.  I just need to remember in the future that sometimes it’s more accessible than I might want.  I wonder if anyone else has felt that way.  That they like their thoughts close at hand, but if they were to ever fall into the wrong hands….. Whew, can you imagine what people might think of you?

As per the photo for this post.  Tumblr.  I adore Tumblr, on a side note, for fun pictures like this.  I like thinking that the things I write about people would be jealous and wish they had come up with the idea first.  Granted, I don’t think my ideas are all that spectacular, but hey, one can dream.  And besides, the statement on the book is accurate.  Some of my thoughts are things you just wish you might have come up with….. because they are so odd you could study me for science…. Ha ha ha.

Signing off

~Kate

Edit My Query Letter

Good morning, my lovelies.  I have a challenge for all of my readers, or  the ones that care to comment.  Below you will see my query letter that I hope to get out to a few literary agents this week.  Provided that my letter is actually decent.  I wrote on Escaping the Inkwell that I had a goal of submitting a couple query letters by my birthday.  Since my birthday fell on the weekend, I am fudging the actual time of letters being sent out.

Digressing some, but in regards to birthdays, think about this.  “Have you realized that your age is the number of times you’ve been around the sun?”  I read this on Tumblr earlier today.  What a motivating, exciting and well just thought provoking idea.  I’ve done my fair share of traveling having gone around the sun 31 times.  How many miles is that?  Well, in one year I travel 585 million miles.  Whew, I don’t even want to add that up.  It’s a bit astounding to think that I have ‘technically’ traveled that many miles.

Anyways, back to my query letter.  Feel free to take a harsh look at it as I will take each idea and play around with my letter.  I just need an outside opinion.  Does this make you want to read the manuscript?  If not, then I need to work on the letter.  If you would rather not leave comments, feel free to email me at  [kate_wordpress@hotmail.com]

Here goes:

Dear Blank,

I am querying you along with one other agency in the hopes that I have something to pique your interest.

When a girl loves hats as much as Lulu does, she has to have one for every occasion.  However, out of all the hats Lulu owns, she is lacking a fancy hat to wear when she goes out for ice cream on Sundays.  Lulu enlists the help of her best friend, Mimi, and the two of them scour the city looking for the perfect hat.  From large floppy hats to tiny ones that look incredibly silly, Lulu tries on everything without any luck.  Some hats are too big and others are too expensive.  Just when Lulu and Mimi are about to give up and go home, they spot one last shop they haven’t tried.  Does Lulu find her hat?  Of course! Because a girl has to have a hat for every occasion.

Lulu Buys A Hat is an unillustrated picture book complete at 1089 words, geared towards little girls, which is clear from the hat theme.  Hats are one of those quintessential items girls seem to naturally love, so I chose to write about a girl finding a hat after the experience of looking for my own hat.

I have been writing various things for 15 years, including managing two blogs, however I choose to write children’s fiction as a career, drawing from experiences in life.  I also draw on years of reading picture book at my home, grandparents, and many trips to the library.  While I want there to be the fanciful quality, I also like stories to have some realism included. Something a child can relate to when they read.

So, there you have it.  Again, I am open to any suggestion you want to give.  And thank you for taking the time to read this.

Signing off

~Kate