Category: LHA

I love getting mail. Especially when I can’t read it.

These are the Chinese, Italian, and Dutch editions of FEVER 1793. Yeah, I know. The whole “eye thing” on the cover some more.

Here is an inside shot. I love seeing my books in languages other than English. It brings out the linguist geek in me.

Lots of writing on the agenda today… no more battling with insurance companies. Strawberries for breakfast and peaches for lunch.

My Beloved Husband built me a bonfire last night and as we stood in front of it, the moon rose over our shoulders. The sparks from the fire turned into fireflies and the fireflies turned into stars. It was a nice night.

If you ever have to fight stupid insurance companies all morning and you become so cranky that you are shooting cryptonite rays out of your eyes and leaving craters in the ground wherever you go, then there is only one thing to do…

…eat fresh peaches for lunch. Fresh, as in right off the tree.

I will now frolic in the meadow and sing show tunes.

Tra-la!

We watched The Last Samurai last night, and I tried really hard not to think of Tom Cruise’s recent Scientology wackiness. I liked the movie because I am a sucker for films that have subtitles and cool costumes. But they could have called it Dances With Wolves and Eats Sushi.

The movie made me think of an old struggle – why is it that filmmakers are allowed to manipulate historical truths and nobody screams about it? I had a sneaking suspicion that the Japan depicted in the movie was not historically accurate. I was right. Here’s another take on the story.

But not many kids are going to do the research.

Good story, bad history… does it matter? It does to me.

Another movie that made me crazy was The Patriot. It was chock-full of historical manipulations and outright lies. Way too many kids saw the movie and thought it was what really happened. How can we run a decent democracy if we don’t understand our historical foundations?

Authors are held to a high standard of historical accuracy. That is a very good thing. We are happy that librarians and educators and experts check up on us. And yes, historical interpretation is a tricky thing, at best. I just wish that filmmakers would aim for the same standards.

Anyway… consider this my Monday morning rant. (I’m working on another one about a certain health insurance company in Florida that is giving my mom a hard time. Grrrr….)

The good news?? Now I want to read everything I can about Japan’s transition into an industrial society. Can anyone recommend a good book?

OK, so this was funnier when it happened, but I said I’d tell you about it so here goes.

Our house (the one BH built and that I just moved to) is out in the country. That’s one of the reasons I like it. But if you live in the country, you have to deal with critters.

I am not fond of critters. In fact, I am a big scaredy-pants weenie.

So a week after I moved in, we had a Critter Incident. Here’s the scene: BH, me, and a couple of the kids (J and C) are hanging out in the living room, watching a movie. 9:30 pm. Stef calls my cell and I go into BH’s office to take the call. Then J shrieks, in a very musical way. A bat had swooped down to watch the movie, too. We’d had doors and windows open while we moved all my junk in, and he took advantage of the situation. (I bet he doesn’t have cable where he lives.)

So J continues to shriek. She shrinks herself into a tiny ball and hides under the couch cushions. C yells, but he is 13, and 13-year-olds are adventurous and bloodthirsty. He wants to be in on the hunt. BH dashes to the basement and comes up holding an ancient (at least 50 years old) tennis racket. He finally yells, “Honey, where are you?”

I was under the desk. Desks provide excellent shelter in bat emergencies. I was also still on the phone with Stef, who was amused by all the shrieking and shouting she could hear.

The bat lured the boys upstairs. C suggested that he try and shoot in with his bow and arrow. We all voted no.

Stef and I finished our conversation. I emerged from under the desk, terrified, but wicked curious. I saw the bat swoop by. I swear its wingspan was five and a half feet. The rest of the family claims it was closer to five and a half inches, but what do they know?

There was much thumping, shouting, and leaping upstairs, where the boys were trying to subdue the bat. Much shrieking and yelling, too.

At this point the bat was thinking, “All this trouble just to watch cable. I should sign up for Dish Network and be done with it. Maybe I’ll get that Tivo thing, too.”

At this point I was wearing a large wicker basket on my head. Wicker baskets are incredibly useful things. I think I shall write a poem that sings the praises of good-sized baskets. The handle looped down under my chin. It was cute.

The bat was subdued by a lovely forehand shot of the tennis racket (it almost landed on C’s head) and dispatched out of doors. Just to be sure, I kept the basket on my head for the rest of the movie. The family ignored me, but I could tell they all secretly wanted their own Anti-Bat Protection Baskets.

We haven’t had any other critters visit, but just in case I have positioned baskets at strategic intersections throughout the house. I suggested that we make tennis rackets an important part of our interior design plan and hang one in every room. The family voted me down.

That is my bat story.

Here’s another nice addition to anyone’s End of Summer List: wake up and put on a sweatshirt because the house is cold. I did that this morning.

I had a plot twist idea last night. A really good one. I think. Am chomping at the bit to see if it will actually work in the book, so today’s entry is short.

Catherine writes: … just over a year ago I read on IMDB that speak was a film, just imagine how ecstatic I was to find that out, but what im not at all happy about is there seems to be no information on a UK realise of the film! Im staying hopeful that the film will come out over here in England, but if you could give me some information, then that would really make my day!

I believe the movie has already been shown in Hungary and Australia. (Don’t ask me why. I have no flipping idea.) But I haven’t head of any UK plans. Does Showtime have a channel in the UK? If not, then I imagine the DVD will make it’s way there soon. If anyone out there has any more ideas about this, please chime in.

The boys are off to the woods today and the house is quiet. Outside is grey and quiet – perfect writing conditions. If I can reach today’s goal, I’m going to attack the file cabinet and then I’ll have more boxes emptied. (The office still looks like I just moved in.) I love days like this.

ADDED LATER – I forgot to say that the interview yesterday seemed to go well. The journalist, Mike Hughes, writes for the Lansing State Journal and his articles are syndicated through Gannett News (which means they could pop up in lots of papers across the country, I think). He said the piece should run before 9/5 (the SPEAK premiere), but he didn’t know how many papers would pick it up. If any of you guys see it, please let me know. Mike was really nice and he gets five stars because he actually read the book!!! (Not many journalists take the time to do that.)

But still, it was hard, maybe because I used to be a reporter. It is much easier asking questions than answering them.