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Swing by KidLit Central this evening and read a deciphered version of my latest rejection from a literary agent!

Today we ponder why nothing else will ever reach the same pedestal-bound heights of your first love. Book love, that is.

http://community.livejournal.com/kidlit_central/52053.html

Today at kidlit_central I offer up some bite-sized morsels of wisdom and guidance, courtesy of three talented literary agents.

Come check it out!

Jon Bard, managing editor of Children's Book Insider, showcases my interview with dynamo Laura Manivong at KidLit Central at his vlog:



Hey! There's my little mouse dude, doing his Tom Cruise impersonation!

Completely unrelated sidebar: I passed John Green a note from Kelly Fineman yesterday. It felt a lot like Study Hall 1983. John even said, "I love Kelly" after he tried unsuccessfully to open my high school note-folding origami.

More on the nerdfighter tour later!

hello all! Still overworked and underpaid, but thought I'd swing by for some quick recaps. Since we last spoke, I:

1. Rocked all night with Chris, Will and the other Coldplay boys. Their opening acts (yes, multiple) were cool, too. Can't go wrong with a band whose lead singer references The Flying Burrito Brothers in his banter.

2. Spent a raucous movie night at my kids' school, watching Kung Fu Panda and learning how to break wood. No, I wasn't one of the lucky folk picked to actually break wood (I took pictures for the yearbook instead), but I now know how to balance my weight and find the right pitch to grunt at it should I ever in the future think it a good idea to break wood in half with my fist.

3. Caravaned (sort of) with my supersized family to rural Illinois to surprise Sister No. 4 for her birthday party/co-party with niece turning 14 and watch my nephew play in the state championship football semifinals (they lost). Then we trekked back to St. Louis for a supersized Italian dinner and copious wine.
4. Stuffed myself, one thrill-seeking son, one birthday girl niece and one recently licensed nephew in the tiny elevator/torture chamber that takes adventurous souls to the top of the Gateway Arch. We were the only ones brave (foolish?) enough to go. It was cool, I'd do it again!

Come visit me at kidlit_central where I spend Friday Fun Day testing Marshall McLuhan's theory of page 69.