In Part I of Audiobooks as Leisure Time, I discussed considering the hours I spend in the car commuting back and forth to work leisure time.
Authors & Illustrators Wild About Kidlit!
In Part I of Audiobooks as Leisure Time, I discussed considering the hours I spend in the car commuting back and forth to work leisure time.
Schools visits are magical…most of the time. My very first school visit started with technology issues. After struggling for half an hour, I decided to give
REMEMBER, NOBODY BUYS A BOOK THEY HAVEN’T HEARD OF.* Read this interview with children’s book marketing expert, Deborah Sloan, to find out how to get
By Paul Czajak Slush pile. Two words writers hate. So much so that I use it like a swear, “What the Slush pile!!” But it is
So I was listening to NPR and… Is there anybody else out there who finds themselves starting sentences this way? If you do, it is
Corey Rosen Schwartz writes action-packed picture books that appeal to girls and boys and parents! Her rhyming meter is fun to read and reread and
Post #5: Morris Award Finalist Blog Tour Week YALSA’s Morris Award honors the year’s best young adult novel by a debut author. The Morris Award
Post #4: Morris Award Finalist Blog Tour Week YALSA’s Morris Award honors the year’s best young adult novel by a debut author. The Morris Award
Post #3: Morris Award Finalist Blog Tour Week YALSA’s Morris Award honors the year’s best young adult novel by a debut author. The Morris Award
Post #2: Morris Award Finalist Blog Tour Week YALSA’s Morris Award honors the year’s best young adult novel by a debut author. The Morris Award
Post #1: Morris Award Finalist Blog Tour Week YALSA’s Morris Award honors the year’s best young adult novel by a debut author. The Morris Award
By Diana Zipeto Recently, I bought Mariana Ruiz Johnson’s beautiful picture book, I Know a Bear. Published in 2014 by Schwartz & Wade, the book is about
While browsing through Barnes and Nobles, a magazine caught my eye. The Writer. Tag line: Imagine, Write, Publish. On the cover: Boiling down the bones:
By Paul Czajak Right now I sit in my house and it is silent. A silence that some have described as the deep breath before