In praise of the silent e
Have you ever thought of what we owe To the humble silent e? At the ends of words it curls itself Always so ... silently. You’d mistake a moose for the cow’s friendly moos Without the silent e. You’d…
Have you ever thought of what we owe To the humble silent e? At the ends of words it curls itself Always so ... silently. You’d mistake a moose for the cow’s friendly moos Without the silent e. You’d…
When I was a kid, I was certain I’d be a writer. I wrote constantly: poems, stories, plays, cartoons, newspapers, magazines (including the cover and fake ads), and novel beginnings—many, many beginnings. I didn’t care about quality or completion. I…
Although I’ve been a writer and editor for almost 30 years, most of my work has been outside the book publishing world, and I’ve never worked in-house. So when I pitched a children’s book idea to Orca Book Publishers a…