Two New Pictures of Note

Hello, Dear Readers.

It’s 1:44 a.m. and I’m here, declaring my unrivaled appreciation for your support by posting the following pictures WAY past my bedtime. The first is from a creative young man named Peter Fitzsimmons. He sent me this horrifying amalgam of Aerwiarian beasts in February, declaring the creature a “Fangnubbon”–a name which made me laugh aloud. I immediately flagged the email with the intention of posting it here shortly thereafter. But by April I still hadn’t done it. Peter sent me a gentle reminder, with the picture (horrifying!) attached once again. I flagged the email again and sent Peter a note promising to post the picture soon, and very soon. Well, here it’s July and I still haven’t done it! So tonight Peter sent me another nudge, this one a little firmer (both the email and the subject said simply “WHY ISN’T MY PICTURE UP ON THE SITE?”) so I decided I’d better follow through or he just might sic the dreaded Fangnubbon upon me. Here you go:

Great work, Peter. I hope you’ll forgive my slowth in getting the picture up on the site. I actually have quite a collection of fun and frightening pictures to post, but I haven’t had the time. My new album releases in just a few weeks and the prep work for that has occupied most of my brain space. What I need, frankly, is someone like Peter to persist.

The other picture was posted on Facebook recently, of someone named Laura Janssen reading On the Edge at Yellowstone National Park, which happens to be one of my favorite places in the world. That she would think to bring the book along when she might have been mauled by a grizzly or gored by a buffalo at any moment was a moving gesture. Thanks, Laura. I’m glad you made it out alive.

If any of you would like to send pictures of yourself reading either of the Wingfeather books in strange, interesting, or completely boring places, I’ll post them here for the enjoyment of your fellow readers. If you remind me three times.

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Another New Drawing: Escape from the Phoobs

So today I had two interviews, did quite a bit of writing, answered a handful of important emails, read two chapters of Wangerin’s The Book of the Dun Cow with my family, and harvested the first tomato of the year. That called for some brain-time in Aerwiar with my sketch pad.

I started this sketch without knowing what it would be. I just drew a wing, then the rough outline of the body attached to it, which made me think of Artham, which made me think of the scene where he rescues Kalmar from the dungeon at the Phoob Islands. If you haven’t read North! Or Be Eaten, this may spoil things for you a bit.

Now that I’ve uploaded the picture I realize I should have drawn a few Fang arrows whizzing past, and maybe some cool clouds in the background. I should also point out that I cropped out Artham’s right hand because, well, it was pretty terrible. Need to work on hands–strike that–talons.

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A New Drawring

So when I have too much to do (which is too much of the time), I’ve lately started hiding in a sketchbook. It’s good for the brain to get away from the busy work and spend thirty minutes or so using a completely different part of the gray matter.

This afternoon before company arrived I seized a little window of time and slipped out to sit under this big, shady pin oak in the backyard. Here’s the picture that came out. Any guesses as to who this fella might be?

Don’t know why he’s wearing a button-up shirt. Maybe he had a job interview or something? Weird.

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Christy Award! Or Be Eaten

Hello, Dear Readers!

I’m writing from Sweden with happy news: North! Or Be Eaten won the 2010 Christy Award for Young Adult Fiction. On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness was nominated last year and didn’t win, but North!, in the words of Glimplesby Thwack, “emerged triumphant among worthy and formidable opponents, may they live long and eat well.”

As I said, I’m in Sweden right now, land of my great-grandfather, playing a week of concerts with my partner-in-crime Ben Shive. I’m actually writing this from a train as it glides across the countryside, and I can’t help but think of the Hogwarts Express. I’m craving a chocolate frog about now. There’s no magic here, but there is Wi-fi, which allows me to call home, check email, and–wonder of wonders!–discover via Facebook that North! won the Christy Award. Hopefully, at the least, it means more people will learn of the horrors of bovine toothiness and Gnag the Nameless’s ruthless plot to be evil, evil, and evil.

All kidding aside, I’m deeply grateful. Many thanks to Waterbrook Press and whoever else went to bat for the book.

Now, I need to answer three questions I keep getting:

1) The audiobook for North! Or Be Eaten is in the queue. I’m not sure who’ll be narrating it. I’d love to hear Peter Sandon’s deep British baritone again, but if I can’t get him I may do it myself. But it won’t be nearly as awesome.

2) Yes, I’m working on book three. I’ve been in Music World lately, gearing up for the release of my new album Counting Stars, which has left little creative energy for writing. But as of about two weeks ago my kind neighbor agreed to let me use part of their 140-year-old log cabin as a writing studio/office, which will hopefully allow me better focus. It’s a great setup–all I have to do is climb the hill behind the Warren, thank God for the beautiful (and convenient) writing space, and spin the tale. The plan right now is to release the book in early 2011.

3) No, it’s not a trilogy. Since the beginning I’ve imagined a five-book story. I’m not too meticulous, so I don’t have it mapped out exactly–I know the general story arc and have certain scenes planted firmly in my noggin, and I’m doing my best to follow Madeline L’Engle’s sage advice to “serve the work”. That means the story will morph a bit, and key events may appear un-looked for.

For example, I thought Kalmar’s transformation was going to happen in book three. When I sat down to write North! I thought the Igibys’ journey to the Ice Prairies would be story enough, but, true-to-character, Kalmar started behaving unpredictably. I didn’t know Sara Cobbler would appear all blue-eyed and desperate in the Fork Factory. And I thought Janner would spend a few weeks in a cowl and cape, terrorizing the Fangs in Dugtown with the Florid Sword a la Batman and Robin. (I still think that would’ve been cool.) But the story didn’t want it.

All that to say, I’m engaged in a tricky dance with the tale, learning when to lead and when to follow. If all goes as planned, there will be five books. But who knows? Maybe there will be twenty-seven.

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Oregonian Cow Repellent

Last week I had a concert with Ben Shive and Randall Goodgame in Eagle Point, Oregon. We drove through the rainy, green mountains without spotting a single monster. Truth be told, it worried me. Were the carnivores more cunning in this part of the country? Had they found a way to disguise themselves? Were they grinning toothy grins from under interstate bridges, waiting for some poor traveler’s car to break down? Randall and Ben chatted away while we listened to music. But I was fraught with foreboding, and I dared not speak of it, lest the toothy beasts hear and attack!

When I reached the church, however, all became clear. Brad Richardson and his family, you see, have read The Wingfeather Saga, and thus knew exactly how to protect themselves against prowling predators and crunching critters. I walked into the dressing room and found this most effective means of toothy cow repellent.

Thank you, Richardsons, for keeping us safe.

Oregonian Snot Wax

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Icee Pops + Wingfeather = An Awesome Grandma

Someone recently posted this picture on Facebook. Yes, it’s an author’s dream.

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St. Louis Hath Been Warned

The intelligent, well-behaved students of Central Christian School in St. Louis have been told of the dangers lurking in Glipwood Forest. As you can see in this photo, they were grateful.

It’s been a long day, so I don’t have it in me to write a full-on post, but I wanted to drop in and let you know what a grand time I had with these students today. Mr. Crane, Nancy the Librarian, the teachers and staff, and the 1st through 6th graders reminded me once again why I love writing books. This school hosted my first ever actual school visit back in 2008 when On the Edge was first published. It was fun to come back to tell them about North!. Hopefully next year I’ll be back again with book three. Tomorrow morning I head back home, at which point I plan to carve out a few hours to make real progress on it. There’s a monster in the Hollows, you know. It must be stopped.

AP

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School Visits = Confluence

The schoolchildren of Omaha, Nebraska have been warned. I can now sleep well, knowing the many evil plans of the many sinister cows of Nebraska will fail. The children of elementary schools Ackerman, Manchester, and Reagan listened as I described the many dangers of Aerwiar, showed them the maps, read chapters from On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness and North! Or Be Eaten, and answered many questions about Gnag the Nameless, Peet the Sock Man, cave blats, and, yes, toothy cows (woe!).

These school visits are not only delightful to me, they’re necessary to insure the protection of the world’s children from the terrors of Glipwood Forest, the Black Carriage, General Khrak, and–

You get the idea.

There are a lot of reasons I love to do this. I love the interaction with these wide-eyed students. I love how seriously they take stories. I love the way they gasp at certain pictures and giggle at others. I love the pictures they draw of their favorite parts of the Wingfeather Saga. But this time around, the thing I’m most thankful for is the reminder that there’s an audience for these stories. It’s easy to forget. When I’m writing I’m usually in a coffeeshop, huddled in the corner with my headphones on, listening to some movie soundtrack (this time around it’s James Newton Howard’s score to The Village). The characters move and breathe first in my imagination and then on the page. We go on this adventure together, the characters and I, and when it’s all finished I send the story off to the publisher to turn it into a book. Then I wait. And wait. The book releases and is shipped across the country, and still I wait, because it takes a little while to read a book.

Then, through the miracle of imagination and the written word, my characters are no longer living just in my own mind. They’ve taken up residence in the minds of all these readers. When I visit a school and interact with the kids the circle is complete. I have sent the story out and the story has come back to me. I remember that art is not just for the artist, but for the recipient too. The blessing comes when stories intersect. Confluence.

Next week I’ll be in that same coffee house with my headphones on, but I’ll be writing with the memory of this weekend fresh in my mind, eager not just to write the story but to share it with someone. One 4th grade girl asked, with concern etched on her face, “Will the Igibys be okay in the end?”

I hope so. I can’t wait to tell her all about it.

AP

Mrs. Pahl's Class


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A Sketch

I’ve been avoiding this for weeks, but the rubber has just met the road. The time for games is over. The race is on.  I’ve put it off by writing a lot of backstory, sorting out the Wingfeather family tree (this actually became pretty important in order to be sure I had my facts straight on some things), and having a long conversation about the book with my brother, who’s a fellow story nerd.

And finally today I made progress on chapter one of The Monster in the Hollows (a title I’ll probably change six times by the time it’s all written). By the end of the day I wrote about 1500 words, which didn’t meet my goal but ain’t too shabby, either. I’d have written even more if I hadn’t decided to scrap 1300 words and start over.

I’m going to try and sketch a picture for each chapter, the day I write the chapter, in the hopes that by the time the book is finished not only will I have illustrations I can use for the book but my drawing skills will have improved. (My ulterior motive is that I’ll improve enough to realize my high school dream of penciling Batman for DC Comics someday. Not really.)

So here’s my sketch for chapter one. Oh, and just to clarify: it’s not a tornado on the horizon. It’s smoke. To further clarify for you Lost followers, it’s not sentient smoke. It’s just plain old smoke.

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The Eight-eyed Slog, by Asher Peterson

Like I said, art begets art. When Asher (10) saw Aedan’s tree crab, out came this horrible thing. It’s eating a bird. Kudos to Asher for capturing the beast in mid-gobble.

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