My Dog Tinka Lives! (In A Literary Sense)

So when our wonderful dog, Tinka, was dying, I thought my heart would break. That spring, at school visits, I was showing the F & Gs of my new book about her. I could barely make it through a presentation without crying.  I knew she wouldn’t be around to see the finished product. (Though she definitely knew the book! She used to lie on my office floor as I wrote FUN DOG, SUN DOG, and since it was a rhyming picture book a lot of the writing was down aloud. I do read everything aloud, but this one I read aloud all the time!)  

Sadly, Tinka did not see the finished book, but thanks to Marshall Cavendish and Scholastic,  children all over the country are getting to know her!… Read more

Writing All the Time (Even in the shower)

I just spent a lovely weekend, but I didn’t have time to write at all. That doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about writing, and thinking about the novel I’m working on, and thinking about Charles and Emma, and thinking about the next non-fiction book, etc. etc. Which got me to thinking about writing some more. And I realized this: I am always writing. When I’m watching a movie (We saw Duplicity Friday night–and although I love Julia Roberts and I really like Clive Owen, and I love a good thriller/mystery, I couldn’t help thinking that it could have been better, and I don’t know if in this case that was because of the writing–with a movie there are so many writers–or the direction or what, but I sure did rewrite it in my head afterwards, a lot), or going to a bat mitzvah (I was paying attention, honest, but I was also thinking about my novel, which has many scenes in a synagogue, and I also realized I could “steal” something from what the rabbi said at one point about how after a girl becomes a bat mitzvah or a boy becomes a bar mitzvah she/he has to take responsibility for her/his actions, and I was also just inspired by my family, and my family history, and so who knows what that will turn into..), or doing taxes (which, though not fun, is a trip down memory lane of the past year since we have to list our expenses–holy camoly, the number of books bought!) or just taking a shower.… Read more