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The Art of Story

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Monday, Jan. 23, 2012 at 7:45 a.m. the eyes and ears of many in the world of children’s literature will be on Dallas. That’s where and when the Association for Library Service to Children (a division of the American Library Association) will announce the winner of the 2012 Randolph Caldecott Award. The award, named in honor of nineteenth-century English illustrator Randolph Caldecott, is awarded annually “to the artist of the most distinguished American picture book for children.” Continue reading

Where Art Thou, Inspiration?

I am not my right breast.

Uh, okay. I thought in response. I’ll take your word for it.

I was browsing the “For Sale” books at my local library, and that first line was the title, stretched out along the peeling spine of a hardcover. I continued looking over the assorted bundles, sniggering at the Mills & Boon titles (“Sheik For Hire!” and “Baby In The Boardroom!”) and rescuing the dejected pile of knitting magazines from tumbling lemming style off the table – all the while with a chunk of my brain chewing on the original title.

What if I AM my right breast? What would that mean? I like my bosom buddies, so that’s kind of a compliment. What if I’m not my right breast? What would I be best summarised as; my left bicep? My odd little toes? Why them? Why not? That is a clever title for a breast cancer survivor book though… If I was going to write a book about something I know what would I call it? “Can I Please Have a Tazer? A Guide to Surviving Divorce”? Maybe “7000 Reasons to Eat Dessert/First”? Then I realised I was running late (libraries ambush me all the time) and I had to shove the whole discussion into the impossible, universe-deep drawer labelled “Inspiration” and go buy carrots and toilet paper. And that right there is what frustrates and delights me about inspiration – you never know when you’re going to dodge a falling piano, or get smacked upside the head with an insistent alien tentacle.

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Mormon Lit Blitz Call for Submissions

Segullah is not a sponsor of the following literary contest, but we’re more than happy to spread the word. If you have a killer 1,000 words? Send ‘em in! It might win you a Kindle. And Mormon literary fame.

CALL FOR CONTEST SUBMISSIONS

Now announcing the first ever Mormon Lit Blitz Writing Contest. Send up to three submissions by 15 January 2012 to mormonlitblitz@gmail.com for a chance to win a Kindle and more.

What we want:
Short work for Mormons to be published and read online. Continue reading

You Really Need to Read This

As the official Announcements Writer for Segullah, I’ve been tasked with reminding you that the newest issue of Segullah is going to press and only those with subscriptions will get a copy of this particular issue.  I could make statements like “ACT NOW!”  or “The time is far spent!” or “This will make the perfect gift for the literary loved one in your life!”  (See that?  I just did some alliteration.  Yep, I’ve been hanging out with the mavens of poetry and prose at Segullah for a while now…).

But no.  I will make no such declarative statements.  I will say simply this:  I just spent the last hour or so reading my coveted PDF copy of this issue and…you really need to read this.  It’s good.  The Fall/Winter 2001 issue of Segullah entitled, “Unfolding” is our contest issue, and the essays, fiction, poetry, and artwork are breathtaking.  It would be cliche’ of me to say that I laughed and I cried, but I did, so I will.

* As of the summer of 2012, subscriptions are no longer available.

Sunrise, Sunset or Where Did the Summer Go?

This morning my children will don their new school clothes and, toting new backpacks stuffed with sharpened pencils and blank notebooks, they’ll head out the door for the first day of school. And, just like that, summer vacation will be over. Like me, you may be wondering where the summer went. I always start summer vacation with lots of plans: this summer I had a tall stack of books I intended to read during lazy afternoons by the pool while my daughter swam with friends, and I planned on catching up on some scrapbooking—an easy project to work on while kids hang out at home, right?—and I wanted to have relaxed evenings at home, playing card games and watching movies and roasting marshmallows and star gazing and reading books in bed while listening to crickets chirp outside. I read exactly one book (although it was a good one—if you haven’t read To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis, I highly recommend it); I made it as far as printing and cropping some of my photos (one of these days I really will switch to digital scrapbooking); and my husband and I spent most evenings chauffeuring our twelve-year-old and fifteen-year-old to various friends’ houses or hosting numerous teen gatherings. We also spent a lot of time this summer organizing/attending/supervising various youth activities in our ward, since my husband and I both serve in the YM/YW organizations. Somehow June drifted into July and July blurred into August and now summer’s over. Continue reading