Beth Kephart's Blog, page 310

Full Moon, Traveling

This was the world that I woke to this morning. A full moon, moving too quickly for me to hold it in one place.

There's a Heart web site; there's a Heart contest

A special someone has been at work on a dedicated Heart web site and has designed a most beautiful Heart contest. I'm going to say nothing more about it except this: Check it out.

There's a Heart web site; there's a heart contest

A special someone has been at work on a dedicated Heart web site and has designed a most beautiful Heart contest. I'm going to say nothing more about it except this: Check it out.

HEART Day

A dear soul from a Colorado bookstore sent me this image yesterday—a gift of many proportions and a reminder that today The Heart is Not a Size is officially launched on the market.

Those who know far more than me—about how to share word of a book in a bookstore, about how to throw a book party, about how to create a Facebook fan page, about how to design a blog tour—are helping me in countless ways with this release, and I'll be forever grateful. Heart is my eleventh book. My second was the ...

Bookmarking Upcoming Events

I married an artist (have I mentioned this before?), and I have the privilege, on some occasions, of doing work with him.

I can also ask him, from time to time, if he can help me with little dreams of mine.

Today he fashioned a bookmark for me, featuring titles from recent years, all leading up to the Dangerous Neighbors release in August.

I'm going to print these now, and any of you who find me at Devon Barnes and Noble (April 13, 3:30), Fox Cities Book Festival (April 14th - 16th), Philly Boo...

A Heart Giveaway at Miss Em's

When I titled my fourth young adult novel The Heart is Not a Size, I was referring to my characters, Georgia and Riley—each so different from the other, each tested by their experiences in Juarez, each finding their way back to a friendship.

Since publishing the book, however, I have learned (again) about the unbounded hearts of others—so gracious, so generous, so true.

Em of Miss Em's Bookshelf is one of those hugely hearted people. I'm guest blogging there about my love of all things Spanis...

Reginald Gibbons, Peter Turchi, and Maps of the Imagination

Fever enshrined, bronchitis wracked, and client focused, I have not, this past week, been an honest bibliophile; the book stack has not diminished. Late this afternoon, however, I began to read Peter Turchi's Maps of the Imagination: The Writer as Cartographer, which has the distinct pleasure of making writing sound like something I might want to do someday or, at the very least, something I still need instruction in doing.

On page 16, I stopped, for there I came upon the voice of Reginald ...

Unbridled Passions (excerpt from an upcoming Wisconsin talk)

I've lived my whole life that way—wanting, reaching, exuding, falling, reaching again, wanting more. I was an ice skater as a kid—the one skating fast, the one jumping big, the one who could not control her spins. I left ice skating for track and field—to my mother's chagrin—and there I wasn't happy with just the 100 yard dash or the hurdles. I had to compete in the 200, too, and also in long jump, and also in high jump, and also in the relays (not just one but two), and...

Palm Sunday

Here on this Palm Sunday morning, I want only to be with my friends from church, inside the knell of bells and hymns.

On Being Rejected (and on rudeness, in general)

My friend Reiko, knowing that I had lately received what can only be described as the rudest rejection letter ever (a rejection apparently based not on my work but on this editor's estimation of my career), sent along a link entitled "30 famous authors whose works were rejected (repeatedly, and sometimes rudely) by publishers."

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not famous (which was this recent editor's accusation against me). But I do take solace (and shouldn't we all?) from reviewing again (for...