Remembering a Century and a Legacy: Grandpa

One hundred years ago today, one of my favourite men was born: Walter William Rasmussen. My grandpa is the namesake of my son, William Walter; the patriarch of all things witty; and my connection to Norwegian heritage and baseball. At his funeral nearly seven years ago, one of my cousins recalled how Grandpa was the first person in the community in the 1980s to install a satellite dish (about the size of a small house). He did this so that he could watch NASA and follow space exploration. I can't help but think how big of a fan he would have been of Canadian astronaut … [Read More...]

Tour de Blog

A while ago, author Janie Chang invited me to participate in Tour de Blog, but grading exams kept me from accepting. Last week, another awesome and talented writing friend, Bradley Somer, asked and I accepted since I'm on summer holidays. The Tour de Blog event invites Canadian authors to answer four questions. Please click on the links at the bottom of this post to read some of the previous … [Read More...]

10 Reasons Why It’s Awesome to Be a Picture Book Author

I never expected to enjoy the publication of my debut picture book, The Change Your Name Store, as much as I have. I kind of expected it to be like hosting a dinner party. You spend relentless hours preparing and then it's over before you manage to take the battery out of the blaring smoke detector. Unlike most of my meals, picture books seem to take on a life of their own once they're in the … [Read More...]

When Your Husband Helps You Blog

When I haven't done something for a while, I temporarily lose my confidence. Take going to the gym. I haven't done that since George Bush (guess the middle initial) was POTUS. Take sleeping. As someone who has experienced insomnia, one bad sleep can make me freak out more than Gwyneth Paltrow does around cooked vegetables. And take blogging. Earlier today, I said to my husband (who I'll … [Read More...]

How An Author Reacts to Seeing Her Book for the First Time

Yesterday, I received this text from my husband:   Then, the grand opening, in which I almost stabbed my eye out with scissors:   Vivian looked for her name (and found it!) William proudly pounced on the eight feet of bubble wrap until I threatened to shred it. Chris laughed at my kindergarten-author photo, which is me in my 1970s glory.   … [Read More...]