July 23, 2012

Allusion

Dear Adoring Readers,

First of all, I’d like to thank you for making my Hunger Games trilogy so wildly successful. I never would have dreamed my work would have achieved this level of popularity. Really. It’s kind of funny, actually. Anyway, I just want to say it means a lot, you reading my books and all. Especially when I’m competing with writers like Stephenie Meyer (one of the greats).

So listen, I’ve been getting these letters, and they sound really angry, asking lots of questions I don’t understand. It seems like some people have issues with Mockingjay, which doesn’t make much sense because it’s sold millions of copies and it’s going to be a MOVIE. Not all books are movie material, you know. But I guess some people don’t get that and they were like upset, so my editor helped me address some of their concerns.

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July 16, 2012

Allusion

Friday night around 8:30, I sat down with the first installment of Suzanne Collins’ trilogy-turned-phenomenon. Despite myself, I put it down at 1:00 am, annoyed I was too tired to finish it. I generally don’t read much popular fiction, because I’m a recovering snob. Twilight is proof enough for me that viral is not synonymous with worthwhile. So I’ve been skeptical of The Hunger Games. I also get scared about as easily as an eight-year-old. I’m serious. I hide my eyes during violent movie-scenes so that I don’t have nightmares. So when I heard this book was about children fighting to the death, I figured I should stay away.

But at some point it just becomes ridiculous to resist. If virtually everyone has read it and likes it, there has to be a reason. So when my consistently tasteful and discerning (despite her unfortunate fling with the aforementioned Twilight saga) roommate was up half the night engrossed in Games, I figured I should see what I was missing out on. I finished book one Saturday afternoon, and I absolutely see why everyone loves it.

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July 11, 2012

Plot

So, I’m currently sitting outside enjoying what seems like the 100th day of 90 degree, sunny weather. Please read as much sarcasm as you can into the word “enjoy.” The only reason I’m outside is because Starbucks is closed and I’m using their free wi-fi anyway. I’ve been pretty miserable the last few weeks, and at this point I’d consider selling my car for a good thunderstorm. I wrote something two years ago that I was going to wait until this October to put on the blog, but lately I’ve been longing for autumn so badly that I’m going to pretend this is appropriate now. Enjoy.

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July 4, 2012

Allusion

Ordinary things are more valuable than extraordinary things; nay, they are more extraordinary. –G.K. Chesterton

In celebration of Independence Day, today I went to see Mr. Smith Goes to Washington at the Kentucky Theater (which, incidentally, has become one of my new favorite places). This 1939 Frank Capra film is wonderful for a couple reasons. First, Jimmy Stewart. (Need I say more?) Second, Capra’s characteristic emphasis on the importance of the ordinary person.

The movie is about America, really, and what it means to be American. We get a David vs Goliath setup as our loveable, bumbling Jefferson Smith finds himself in Congress, fighting against a corrupt political machine. He’s just a regular guy, standing for ” plain, decent, every day, common rightness.” Capra knew as well as we do that these are not words we would use to describe the United States Government. But what he shows us through Smith’s uphill battle is that, in the end, that’s what America is about.

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June 25, 2012

Soliloquy

I’m not a poet, but I wish I were. Over the years I’ve mainly stuck to essay-style prose, because, frankly, it’s what I’m good at. It’s also easier. And safer. Most people judge an essay or article primarily by its content. As long as you have something worthwhile to say, you won’t necessarily fall flat on your face just because you’re not Wordsworth. Not that an essay shouldn’t be artful or beautiful, because I believe it should. It’s just that most people don’t judge that sort of writing as harshly.

Poetry is different. By definition, it draws attention to the words themselves — which words the poet uses, how they sound, how they play off one another. A poem has not only content, but form. It has to both mean and be. In short, you can say something great, but if your writing sucks, everyone knows. And you get laughed at. I don’t like being laughed at, so I have stayed away from poetry.

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June 21, 2012

Author

I hate big decisions. I hate transitions. I hate feeling unsure. Some people are antsy, you know? They don’t like staying in one place too long. Not me. I would much rather be settled, steady, and sure. I want to know what’s ahead.

Unfortunately, that has simply not been how my life has worked thus far. Every time I think I’m settled on something, God has a way of messing up my plans. If my adult life has been marked by anything, it’s transition. More often than not, I have been absolutely clueless about my next step. I’m learning, though, that God works in unique ways during those transition times.

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June 15, 2012

Allusion

I’m not sure I’ve ever been quite so affected by a book as I was by Sheldon Vanauken’s A Severe Mercy. I’m saying a lot here, because my thinking has been shaped by some incredible writers. But, rarely has a book engaged my mind and my heart so deeply at once. I was quite literally speechless when I finished.

The story is straightforward enough – it’s basically a memoir of of the author’s life with his wife, Davy. He shares their love story, their journey to faith, and his own process of grief after Davy’s early death (I’m not giving anything away that’s not on the back cover). He also recounts his friendship with C.S. Lewis, and the book includes much of their correspondence. The events of the story are intriguing, to be sure – Sheldon and Davy lead a life of enviable adventure. But what I found so gripping was the depth of feeling and insight with which Vanauken treats his experience.

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June 13, 2012

Plot

Last week, I faced one of my greatest fears. Don’t laugh at me when I say all I did was get a cavity filled. It’s not the dental work itself that scares me — three years of braces got me pretty used to someone poking around in my mouth. The trouble is the Novocain. I’m terribly afraid of needles. I know lots of people don’t like shots, but that’s not quite what I’m talking about.

I’ve always been queasy about shots, and I remember a fair bit of anxiety at the doctor’s office when I was a kid. But the real trouble started when I had two traumatic needle experiences my first year of college. Since then, the very thought of a needle has given me cold sweats. I think I may actually be clinically phobic, though I haven’t checked with anyone on that. Talking about shots causes my heart to race. Sometimes I get light-headed. It’s ridiculous.

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June 8, 2012

Author

The best part of the story I’m living is that I am not writing it. Author posts will be about the One who is. For this first one, I decided to write about a theme in Scripture that’s been wrecking me lately.

For your Maker is your husband, the LORD of hosts is his name; and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer, the God of the whole earth he is called. (Isaiah 54:5 ESV)

This is one of those verses that I find just too good to be true. My whole life I’ve been hearing that Jesus wants a personal relationship with me, but sometimes, I confess, I forget just what that means. My head has a much easier time getting around a distant God — I’ve sinned, Jesus died to forgive me, and now I stand before him innocent. Amazing. That’s enough, right? I mean, I’d be embarrassed to ask for anything more.

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June 7, 2012

An Aside

It has come to my attention that my introductory post may have led readers to expect more about cereal than I have so far delivered. This is easily remedied, since I am more than happy to blog about the source of so much happiness. I love cereal.

I love it a lot, actually. Probably more than any person should. I eat a bowl almost every night before bed, and it’s obviously standard breakfast fare … which means it’s not uncommon for me to have cereal twice in one day. This has been going on since I was little, which I guess adds up to about a jillion bowls of cereal over the course of 25 years.

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