Wednesday, June 27, 2012


We are not fans.
Giant conjures a relatively specific image quickly, and the hard G sound is hard to beat.
Enormous is used up, applicable to a pancake and galaxy alike.
The combined meaning? Big.
What anemic vocabulary produces Ginormous? Synonyms for big should be within reach, people, please— Jumbo for starters. Ginormous is in the dictionary. So? It will go the way of the hell-a prefix, mark our words. It lacks merit! (see above.)

Thursday, June 14, 2012

John Cusick

All wishing to meet our wildly successful, vastly knowledgeable, and dog-gone dashing agent extraordinaire John Cusick better high-tail it to Utah for the Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers conference next week. We note, immodestly, that John Cusick alone of the assembled dignitaries, will be representing our esteemed profession, representation. Representing representation. . . hmmm, John can do anything.

Now, a Silly Song— by request! (YAY!)

The Queen
Was in the cleaning room,
Beside a mop and pail.
The King
Was with his people,
Toasting slop with ginger ale.
The Queen,
All a-blubber,
Ordered in the Royal Elf:
Why, oh, why
Is no slop for myself?

We Know, We Know. . .

. . . Our six readers are AVID for the juicy BEA gossip we collected last week. As ever, our lips are sealed. (Gossip is like a secret, and secrets are like trading cards— BUT: you can only collect 'em all if you never, ever trade.) We can reveal this mundane buzz: contemporary realism is again permissible!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Yep, Another Silly Song

Jack trades the cow for magic beans
And climbs the strange resulting greens.

A giant comes,
Fee! Fi! Fo! Fum!
I'll chew you into bubblegum!

Not! yells Jack
Who grabs a goose.
Or drink you down with apple juice.

The goose lays gold.
Or Cook can serve you casserolled.

Nothing went as Giant said:
Jack ate frech-toast Giant bread.

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