Meg Rosoff's Blog, page 12

Pornography sucks.

There I was, flipping idly through the channels of my hotel TV, past the American sitcoms, past the shopping channels, and suddenly I'm in a netherworld of horrible plastic bumping and humping. The XXX channels. Look, I'm a writer. I'm not going to shriek and flip the TV off instantly. So I watched for as [...]

A Writer's Day.

6:30am  Alarm. Affect responsible motherly tone and call to see if child is up.  She has already showered, dressed, made her own breakfast and straightened her hair. Set alarm clock on doze. 7:30  Coffee, emails, facebook, shower. Retrieve yesterday's clothes from chair. 8.00  Walk dogs. Intend to think about plot of latest book but send [...]

Eck! Eck! Eck!

Here he is, the very first prototype Eck. I may be prejudiced, but I think he is the most delightful creature in nine thousand galaxies. He is nearly 7 inches tall and comes in a (very) limited edition. The one pictured here is Number 1, and I'm afraid he is mine, but each subsequent Eck [...]

There will soon be an Eck.

I would like to state from the outset that writers are serious people who do not hang around phoning up their friends in Brooklyn and asking them to design small versions of imaginary near-extinct animals. Having established that, I'm quite excited to reveal the early production stages of an actual genuine real live stuffed Eck. His [...]

Burn the witch.

So I've been called blasphemous. More than once. Moi? I know. Hard to imagine, isn't it? But there are a lot of Christian schools in the UK and some of them seem to think that repositioning God as a sex-mad teenager is wrong. The thing is, as a lifelong atheist, the book I meant to [...]

Inscrutable fad of the day.

Apparently there's a new craze in China for dyeing pets to look like wild animals. I was going to write a whole blog about this but then decided that a couple of pictures would do the trick nicely — of a golden retiger and two pandapups. As Confucius say, "Never give a sword to a man [...]

The little engine that couldn't.

I was reaching for my pocket and missed.  Could happen to anyone. Only I was standing right at the edge of the platform. And the phone bounced. And fell. In three pieces. It wasn't a particularly deep track and as I stood trying to calculate if my arms were long enough, a nice Jamaican transport [...]

A few more words on casting.

I'd only worked in advertising a couple of years before I moved to London, but during that period I wrote tons of radio commercials. Not yer newfangled "BUY THIS! BUY THAT! IT'S GREAT IT'S CHEAP!" kinda radio commercials, but subtle, sophisticated, funny, monologue-y, wordy ads that were so witty and brilliant that no one ever [...]

HELP!

I need help. We've sold rights to the audio book of There Is No Dog and the actor they've suggested to read it is all wrong:  Too old, too ordinary, too middle-of-the-road. This blog is really only for people who've read the book, because you need to be aware of the challenges of reading 250 [...]

Three Dogs.

I may have mentioned before that I have two lurchers. Or, to paraphrase John Lennon, they have me. Then there's my third dog. All three seem to have been hanging around more or less forever, dogging my footsteps. All three creep into my head when I'm trying to think of other things, stick their furry [...]