Ask the Author: Micah Genest
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Micah Genest
I looked at a toad (for a good good long time) then talked to it for about a half an hour. When I figured that it had nothing to say for the day, I thought HEY! that’s a great idea for a book.
So I wrote a 1000 pages about my experience. Then a 1000 pages about my experience on writing. Then 1000 pages about reacting to my experience. This continued on for awhile, not sure I’ve ever stopped.
So I wrote a 1000 pages about my experience. Then a 1000 pages about my experience on writing. Then 1000 pages about reacting to my experience. This continued on for awhile, not sure I’ve ever stopped.
Micah Genest
Eat a tomato, swish it, swish it good!
Then think to yourself, would I give a lime to a munchkin? if that munchkin had to decide between the life of a grape-cheetah or that of the lime king of LimeKingdom? Tough Eh!
Writing is like a mound of scaly shards, pick any up, you’ll get pricked no matter what. How? Now that’s your decision...
Then think to yourself, would I give a lime to a munchkin? if that munchkin had to decide between the life of a grape-cheetah or that of the lime king of LimeKingdom? Tough Eh!
Writing is like a mound of scaly shards, pick any up, you’ll get pricked no matter what. How? Now that’s your decision...
Micah Genest
I say, “Hey, Writer! Not you again; get out of the way. I told you to stop blocking the street.”
If they don’t listen, I get a really big hammer, chew on a lollipop, and then play the piano. That usually does the trick.
I say, “Hey, Writer! Not you again; get out of the way. I told you to stop blocking the street.”
If they don’t listen, I get a really big hammer, chew on a lollipop, and then play the piano. That usually does the trick.
Micah Genest
That’s a dangerous question.
Changes all the time.
Sometimes you find yourself working on one project, but then you lose interest or the muse simply dies/fades, while with others you just keep going, as if nothing will ever stop your pursuit. (That’s rare.)
I guess I’ll know when I get there.
That’s a dangerous question.
Changes all the time.
Sometimes you find yourself working on one project, but then you lose interest or the muse simply dies/fades, while with others you just keep going, as if nothing will ever stop your pursuit. (That’s rare.)
I guess I’ll know when I get there.
Micah Genest
I’m not, can’t answer.
(One day hope to write haikus.)
That would be real nice.
I’m not, can’t answer.
(One day hope to write haikus.)
That would be real nice.
Micah Genest
How do I get inspired? I think about what I would like to read.
I often bite my tongue (before going on a rant of coarse) at the idea of how people often—too often—push away children’s stories/literature because of their ‘mature subject matter.’ It is as if children these days (oh in the old days we use too... ‘eat dirt? Grampa that’s gross’) have been turned into dust-balls of deathly combustable lint that will burst into flames at any moment, completely decimated if anything ‘questionable’ is read. Children are often no longer treated as a metamorphosis, but instead a chorus of do nots.
Children deserve to be treated like little people; they still aren’t adults, but they surely aren’t idiots (well unless under the age of two that is). One of the great benefits of literature is that children can use their imaginations to buffer out anything they cannot handle (and if they do go through imaginary difficulties, then literature can also help them cope through it and safley explore solutions).
How do I get inspired to write? I think about what I enjoy, as a child, as an adult (perhaps normal, perhaps not—I would hate to be ordinary). I read literature that treats children with dignity and responsibility. I explore tales of fairies and beasts, monsters and cheats, things that question the humanity in the child, questions we continue to ask ourselves.
But that’s just me.
I often bite my tongue (before going on a rant of coarse) at the idea of how people often—too often—push away children’s stories/literature because of their ‘mature subject matter.’ It is as if children these days (oh in the old days we use too... ‘eat dirt? Grampa that’s gross’) have been turned into dust-balls of deathly combustable lint that will burst into flames at any moment, completely decimated if anything ‘questionable’ is read. Children are often no longer treated as a metamorphosis, but instead a chorus of do nots.
Children deserve to be treated like little people; they still aren’t adults, but they surely aren’t idiots (well unless under the age of two that is). One of the great benefits of literature is that children can use their imaginations to buffer out anything they cannot handle (and if they do go through imaginary difficulties, then literature can also help them cope through it and safley explore solutions).
How do I get inspired to write? I think about what I enjoy, as a child, as an adult (perhaps normal, perhaps not—I would hate to be ordinary). I read literature that treats children with dignity and responsibility. I explore tales of fairies and beasts, monsters and cheats, things that question the humanity in the child, questions we continue to ask ourselves.
But that’s just me.
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