While in Sweden, went to the city of Karlstad where 1100 kids
between 5 and 8 are working with my book in school!
I got to meet librarians, teachers and some of the kids.
Was among the most fun things I've ever done.
The kids asked me a gazillion questions - did I know Henrik Lundquist as we both live in New York, how come I'm a grown-up and know about Minecraft, can I do any kind of flips, what's my favorite food and colors etc.
Then they told me I should try to learn a new way of writing my autograph cause my current one wasn't all that great. I see their point. We all agreed my autograph looks a bit like two random pieces of string. I'll post a pic here later and you'll see too.
The book is about a boy who really wants a pet but his parents say no so he decides to get a carnivorous plant instead. And then he gets to borrow a hamster and trouble ensues.
One kid who read it said she also had a carnivorous plant once, but sadly she fed it crackers so it died.
So much fun writing for kids. Working on finishing touches on my next book now.
A storage facility was on fire in Williamsburg yesterday. The smell of smoke and ashes filled the air.
We watched from a distance.
I later saw the fire from the ferry. So strange to see fire from a boat. With this fire, so close to the water, there was even a special fire fighting boat shooting jets of water at the fire.
I was on a boat once that caught on fire. It was very scary.
Here's another fire/water related story. It's old but I think about it every time I hear of a fire. It's Samuel Pepys rapport from the fire of London, September 2 1666. Those birds:
So I down to the water-side, and there got a boat and through bridge, and there saw a lamentable fire. Poor Michell’s house, as far as the Old Swan, already burned that way, and the fire running further, that in a very little time it got as far as the Steeleyard, while I was there. Everybody endeavouring to remove their goods, and flinging into the river or bringing them into lighters that layoff; poor people staying in their houses as long as till the very fire touched them, and then running into boats, or clambering from one pair of stairs by the water-side to another. And among other things, the poor pigeons, I perceive, were loth to leave their houses, but hovered about the windows and balconys till they were, some of them burned, their wings, and fell down.
Back in january of 2014, I made a few resolutions.
So how did I do ? In 2014 I resolved to:
Get my first book published. YES! THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED!
Sort out my taxes. Kinda. Learn how to salsa. Lo siento, didn't happen.
Visit a medieval castle I've been needing to visit for years. Not really. Though did go to medieval festival and saw my 7-year old beat a knight in a sword fight. Also went to Medieval Times. Master my new camera. MASTER IT. Get down with f-stops and apertures and bracketing and everything else. No. But love the camera. Salsa with the camera in a medieval castle then write a book about it. The taxes will just have to sort themselves out meanwhile. This dream still has to be realized.