Look! First Author Interview! Neal Shusterman!

Neal Shusterman is the author of many books for teens, including Unwind and Everlost.  I recently read Unwind and thought it was an amazing science-fiction book! The book had a lot of emotion in it, and the characters felt realistic and very memorable! I’ll always remember Roland, who, while he wasn’t the most likable character, managed to touch me.  Even now, months after I finished Unwind, I find myself haunted by the chilling and terrifyingly real problems it’s about. This is definitely a book to read, treasure, and keep forever in your mind. Thank you so much, Mr. Shusterman! (You can visit him on his website here: http://www.storyman.com)

Here’s Neal Shusterman’s answer to my question:

How do you edit a novel? Can you describe working with your editor?

The editing process is what really makes a novel come together.  I prefer editors that really challenge me.  My favorite editor fills my manuscript with about 1,000 post-it notes with suggestions for changes, and the manuscript usually comes back with a 20 page editorial letter, detailing the suggestions.  A good editor won’t rewrite you: It’s the editor’s job to see what you are trying to do, and help you reach your vision.   A good editor doesn’t necessarily pose solutions to problems, but instead illuminates exactly what the problem is. Once the problem is crystal clear, it’s easier to solve – and that’s the writer’s job.   A bad editor will pose solutions, or suggest changes without ever figuring out what the core problem is that they’re trying to correct.  That’s maddening, because then the writer must work backwards, trying to figure out WHY the editor made a change.
I usually go through six drafts on my own before I get to something I consider to be good enough to call “draft one.”  That’s the draft that goes to my editor.  Then I will do two drafts with the editor, until we’re both happy with it.   Rewriting, and editing is the most important part of the writing process.  It can be grueling, but you can’t call yourself a writer if you’re not willing to go through it. - Neal Shusterman

Thanks again, Mr. Shusterman!

More author interviews coming soon!

Look! It’s a poll!

It’s the first FTK poll question!

Back to Posting! Yay!

Wow, I haven’t posted since… let’s see… January! I’ve been busy-busy! Sorry about that! But now we’re back on track with three announcements too!

Number One: My friends over at Scott Westerfeld’s blog and I are stsrting a new writing project. If you’ve read Uglies and want to join, click here!

Number Two: We are having a new contest! *cheers and claps* Here it is: The contest is to create a piece expressing an emotion out of these ones: hope, fear, anger, joy, or sadness. The piece can be any form of media. It can be writing (poem, story, essay, etc.), visual art (drawing, painting, sculpture, etc.) or a video. Actually, it can be any media as long as you can either scan it, type it, upload it, or take its picture to post here. All entries will be posted and a winning entry will be picked. (either at random or with a judge or something). Hope you enter!

Number Three: Some of you know that I’ve been writing to various authors and asking them if they’d be willing to post on the site. They sent me back answers to various questions I asked them about writing. I will be posting them on the site one by one, so keep checking them out! If you leave a comment on one of their posts, when I write back to them to thank them, I’ll include your comment!

That’s all… sorry for not posting for so long, but I’m hoping to get back into it now!

We Were Strangers: a sort-of-poem(ish) thing by freshtalkingkids

We Were Strangers
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I thought you were a stranger,
That first time
Reaching for your hidden mind,
Stroking the broken words
That you never spoke to me…
I thought you were a stranger…
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Why does it have to be so hard to understand?
Why can’t I catch a tear and hold it in my hand?
The lightning always flickers in your eye
Did you ever even learn how to cry?
I thought you were a stranger…
~
I thought I was a stranger
That last time
Reaching for my hidden mind
Breaking the fragile dreams
That I never gave to you…
I thought I was a stranger…
~
Why does it have to be so hard to understand?
Why can’t I catch a tear and hold it in my hand?
The lightning always flickers in my eye
Did I ever even learn how to cry?
I thought I was a stranger…
~
I thought that we were strangers
All the time
Treasuring our touching minds
Holding the whispered fears
That we always understood
I thought that we were strangers…
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Why does it have to be so hard to understand?
Why can’t we catch our tears and hold them in our hands?
The lightning always flickers in our eyes
Did we ever even learn how to cry?
I thought that we were strangers…
I thought that we were free…

Guest Post: Book Review by Sammi

A Review of I’d Tell You That I Love You, But Then I’d Have To Kill You by Ally Carter
Spies.
For most people, that means James Bond and/or Jason Bourne.
However, after reading I’d Tell You That I Love You, but Then I’d Have To Kill You, by Ally Carter, I know think of something much more different — spy school.
Because the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women (read: the Gallagher Academy for Female Spies-in-Training) isn’t what it looks like — as opposed to being a snobbish boarding school for rich jerks, it’s a school for young trainee spies from all over America.
Cammie Morgan is like those girls, only slightly different — because her mom isn’t just a CIA operative, she’s headmistress of the Gallagher Academy.
When on a mission, Cammie “the Chameleon” is spotted by a normal boy — a certain Josh. Through a series of dramatic and certainly hilarious incidents, Cammie and Josh become…sorta-maybe-almost a couple.
Of course, the staff at the Gallagher Academy would (and could) kill Cammie and Josh if they found out.
So it’s up to Cammie, Bex (the first non-American Gallagher Girl), a little genius named Liz, and snobby Macey (who happens to “speak Boy”) to navigate Cammie’s relationship with a boy that can never know the truth about her.
Genre: Chick Lit/Young Adult
Age Group: 11-19
Rating: 9/10

Uglies-Inspired Poem (By Freshtalkingkids!)

Together We’re a Special Circumstance

When I saw you lying in that bed,
Helpless, random, weak,
My eyes burned but I could not feel,
Tears on my Special cheeks,
I know we can’t be but I’m gonna try,
When I think of you these words come to my mind,
Zane-la, Tally-wa, you and me,
It’s up to us,
While alone we may be scared to try,
Together we’re a Special Circumstance,
I remember the first day,
I looked into your eyes,
We shared that bubbly secret,
And so much more besides,
I know we can’t be but I’m gonna try,
When I think of you these words come to my mind,
Zane-la, Tally-wa, you and me,
It’s up to us,
While alone we may be scared to try,
Together we’re a Special Circumstance,
Memories are twisting around me,
I can’t find them, no matter how I try,
Blindly, I reach out to catch one,
And find it’s already drifted by,
I know we can’t be but I’m gonna try,
When I think of you these words come to my mind,
Zane-la, Tally-wa, you and me,
It’s up to us,
While alone we may be scared to try,
Together we’re a Special Circumstance,
Together we’re a Special Circumstance.

Guest Post: “Knitting” a haiku by Princess Bobo

Knitting
Tangles, all messed up
ruined but turns out fine, it
is made by human

Guest Post: two nature poems by Princess Bobo!

I feel… The wind whipping past me, the cool breeze that softly brushes my skin.
I smell… The salty ocean air, that rushes around my body.
I hear… The quiet bird song sung by the seagulls that peck at your picnic feast.
I taste… The cool juicy watermelon I packed.
I touch… The dry grainy sand that can be molded into anything.
Where am I?
(The beach)
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I feel… The soft grass beneath my feet and hands when I fall.
I smell… The calming scent of tiny flowers to tall trees
I hear… The perfect silence…
I taste… fragranced air in my mouth.
I touch… Everything, my hands run along the perfectly shaped curved in a trees bark.
Where am I?
(A field)

Guest Post: another haiku by Princess Bobo!

Treats

lollipops gummy
bears nerds and licorice make
you want to smile!!

Haiku by Princess Bobo

Smiles on peoples
Faces, put smiles on your own
Be happy forever!!!