sing out loud...sing out strong...

"Susan Patron's book, The Power of Lucky, is this year's Newberry Award winner, the highest honor given to children's literature. But librarians are banning it because of a passage where the main character overhears an adult talking about where a rattlesnake bit his dog. 'Scrotum sounded to Lucky like something green that comes up when you have the flu and cough too much,' reads the book."

Scrotum. Scrotum. Scrotum. Go on, say it out loud. She's totally right.


Being a kid is hard enough without adults trying to keep you as stupid as they are

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It never fails. I wake up and have Massive!Writing!Surge!...

on the days I have to go out and mingle with people.

Worse, mingle with non-writing people who aren't going to appreciate that my head is not exactly with them.

Fortunately, my evening plans involve book-type people. So I can babble at them and they will be amused.

But damn. Wanna stay in and wriiiiiiiiiiite!


*pets thousand words already down on the page, promises to get back to them soonest possible*