The beauty of Guilderland

1. Guilderland is a cool word to repeat many times over. Guilderlandguilderlandguilderland – try it. It sounds faintly Ozish and makes me think of chocolate.

2. Guilderland is where my gr-gr-grandmother grew up. Her name was Maria Margaret Fredendall and she married a guy name John Halse. If she hadn’t, I would not be typing this. Thanks, dead ancestors.

3. Guilderland has a high school filled with very cool students and English teachers and a couple of amazing librarians. The public library has a YA librarian named Trevor who is one of my heroes for defending YA literature and is a crazy NASCAR fan.

Those are the reasons I like it here.

I battled this stupid cold all day and still the Guilderlanders were nice to me. Most of the time I felt like I was trying to talk through a large marshmallow taped to my face. This was not a bad hair day. It was a bad face day – my eyes looked like something from an icky Halloween costume and my sinuses were filled with concrete. But nobody ran away screaming at the sight of me because they raise their kids right in fair Guilderland.

The fact that I am obsessing with the name of a small town outside Schenectady proves that I need to go to bed right now, even if it is only 6:24pm. I am the lamest weenie in the world. The lamest weenie with a stuffed nose.

Emptying mailbag, packing suitcase

Lots to do today. I’ll try not ramble.

The Rochester Children’s Book Festival was a blast. Tons of authors (see the whole list here!), countless nice people who love books. Linda Sue Park and I did a Q&A session together which I think we should take on the road because she and I write very differently. Many, many thanks to everyone who made the day so much fun, and special thanks to babymowgli and Jenn for coming out.

This afternoon I drive east for a bunch of school visits:
Monday – Guilderland HS, Guilderland, NY
Tuesday – Draper, MS, Schenectady, NY
Wednesday – Burnt Hills HS, Burnt Hills, NY
Thursday – Schenectady HS, Schenectady, NY

Oh, I forgot to tell you about New York. Beloved Husband and I had a rather romantic couple of days there. The lovely and lively people at Penguin, my publishers, made a nice fuss over us because SPEAK has sold a million copies in paperback. They had a little party and took us out to dinner at a fancy pants restaurant. I felt like a princess. The next day we walked through Central Park (holding hands, of course) on the perfect autumn day. We went to a couple of museums and saw cool exhibits. We ate great bagels. Then we took the long train ride home and I caught a nasty cold.

Please send chicken soup thoughts my way.

A number of readers wrote in this week with questions. Before I answer, I want to repeat my email rule. I do not answer email. I post it here on the blog. Is this because I am a jerk? No, this is because I am human, and I don’t have enough time for my other responsibilities. The exceptions to this rule are few. If you are a teacher and need a direct response to one of my books being challenged, I’ll write back. If you are the victim of a sexual assault, I’ll write back. If you write to tell me of a highly personal experience, I will not post that on the blog. And I always protect identities. That’s pretty much it. If you write me an old-fashioned letter, I will write an old-fashioned letter back. Send it to me at P.O. Box 906, Mexico, NY 13114. And please be patient, because it takes a while for me to write back. (End of cranky email lecture.)

Hannah writes: … I am doing this interveiw about abook named “FEVER 1793” this title should resonate with you a bit because you wrote it!!! Would you mind it to much if I started to ask? (thanks for reading at least this much of this e-mail) #1 WHO are you? a day dreamer with her head in the clouds or more a stuck down to earth kind of gal? #2 WHAT gave you the idea about this book? Pleasedescribe it well. what was it like? #3 WHERE did you get this idea? Outside on your
porch!? (Its OK if you do not remember the answer to this question!! )

#1 – I’m a daydreamer with a work ethic. #2 & #3 Read this essay I wrote about the writing of FEVER 1793.

Samantha writes: I read the book Speak that you wrote. It was a very good book. I loved it! The message was so strong, and it toutched me in many ways…. I’m writing to you becaus it was a choice in my General Humanites class. Your book was one of the best I’d ever read. I have a question. Did you write this book based on another person’s life or experienc, or your own? Well I would really appreciate it if you wrote me back. Thanks for your time.

Kori writes: I read your book, Speak. I really enjoyed reading it. I thought the message it sent out was very powerful, and it really opened my eyes to that kind of situation…. I am writing you because this was one of the project choices I had to choose from in my Humanities class. Your book is one of my favorite books. I do have to ask you this one question. Did you write this book from your own perspective or from someone else’s? I would really appreciate it if you could write me back. Thank you for your time.

Rachel writes: I have just finished your book called SPEAK. I thought it was a great book. I am sending this e-mail as a project for my humanities class…. One of my favorties parts in this book is when Melinda finally speaks for herself at the end of the book. This part happens when Andy Evans tries to rape her and she actually says something. Even thoguh my name is Rachel, I am nothing like the Rachel in your book. I am not stuck up like her, and I don’t hang out with the exchange students just because I can’t understand what they say most of the time because of their accents. My question for you is What made you think of writing a book on this subject? Are the
people from the story related to your life? These are questions I would really like to know, so if you ever have the time, please e-mail me beack if you ever get the chance.

I’ll answer these three together. There are a few experiences in SPEAK that I pulled from my own life, but 90% is made up. I wanted to write a book that showed what high school felt like to a kid who was in emotional pain. That is definitely what I was going through back then. High school is a very, very strange world. I don’t think I have really nailed it yet. I guess that’s why I keep writing.

Goblin gossip

We ate dinner at a friends’ house in the village and sat on their porch so we could enjoy the trick or treaters. (Nobody comes to our house… way too far out in the country. ) It was delightful. My favorite costume was a totally excellent dracula, around age 5, and a couple of tiny fairies. Then there was a pirate bawling at the top of his lungs. “Can this be the last house (sob, sob)? I want this to be the last house (more sobbing)!” If it wasn’t the last house, I hope he sends his therapy bills to his parents.

What were the coolest costumes you saw last night?

Spirits afoot

Awake well before the sun today to work on revisions. I love the thought that the veil between the spirit world and the walking world is thinnest this time of year. I do not like horror movies or slasher films – real life is scary enough for me, thank you very much, and I think chain saws are best used on trees, not people. But I like the wind moving through the skeletal trees, chasing the leaves across the meadow and the geese out of the corn fields. I love fat pumpkins glowing with candles, and children dressed as ghosts and lions and sunflowers reminding us that life is all about sweetness and giggles. Happy Halloween, everyone.

Writer’s Almanac has a nice history of Halloween, if you care.

The revisions are unfolding nicely; fun scenes to even out the pacing between dramatic chapters, transitions that make sense (I hope), and some humor to balance out the dreadful stuff in my Main Character’s life. I really adore him.

BH and I head back to NYC on Wednesday for some book stuff and a day of researching (yes, I’m already beginning the earliest stages of work on the next book). I have to buy a dress today. This is one of my least favorite things to do on the planet, but I know that I’ll be happy once it’s over. I don’t have many dresses and they are all for summer-time. Must suck it up and pretend that I am an adult who has a complete and weather-appropriate wardrobe. Le sigh.

added later I hate shopping. Loathe it. I was never in danger of buying a dress because I never saw one that was remotely attractive, except for a couple that were suitable for the Oscars. Shopping for a different kind of outfit – pants and jacket/pants and sweater was complicated by the fact that nothing fit. ARGH! I hate shopping. I finally found up with a new pair of pants (8 tall) because my husband is the most patient man in the world. I swear I am only going to order from catalogs for the rest of my life.

For Halloween I will go dressed as a gawky, tall girl whose clothes don’t fit.