Monthly Archives: April 2011

Road Trip Wednesday: The Will to Death

As part of the fabulous YA Highway’s Road Trip Wednesday, I’m writing about what song my WIP would be if it were a song and not, er, a novel. For MZM, that’s kind of a no-brainer: John Frusciante’s “The Will to Death.”

Why? Well, Sigmund Freud postulated that human behavior is controlled by two different primal drives: “eros”–the drive toward love, creation, libido, passion; and the “death instinct”(thanatos)–the will to destroy, tear down, and annihilate the self.
In MZM, the main character is exploring the balance between his eros and his OH, WHO AM I KIDDING? Bottom line: the character is angsty. The song is angsty. And I could listen to Frusciante for all eternity, whether he’s singing about the will to death or things being glued to a building on fire. That voice!

The Easter story for all running moms and their babes…


I can’t even begin to describe how much I love this book. We read it each year to our children on the night before Easter. It’s about a little brown mama bunny with twenty-one babies to care for, who dreams of becoming an Easter bunny. She’s made fun of and mocked by all snobby aristocratic bunnies and all the fleet-footed male jack rabbits, but the skills, speed, and heart that make her such a good mama are exactly what make her dream come true. And in the end, she earns her own pair of gold running shoes! How cool is that?

So here’s to all moms, and all the running (literal and figurative) that you do. Happy Easter!


Book recommendation…

Right now I’m re-reading Pat Conroy’s THE LORDS OF DISCIPLINE (um, who doesn’t love that book? It’s delicious!), but it’s not actually the book I wanted to mention today.

If you haven’t read Conroy’s memoir MY LOSING SEASON, I highly recommend it. If you know me, you know I love sports. I love pushing myself physically and mentally, but I feel like all too often sport participation is assumed to necessarily instill young people with character, morals, strength, and drive. Sports can do these things, but so can a lot of different activities, and sometimes playing a sport can be a really crappy experience.
In a way that would make Viktor Frankl proud, Conroy has written an honest, emotional, and heartbreakingly personal story of how disappointment and abuse and loss–on the playing field and off–can shape who we will become, for better or for worse. In MY LOSING SEASON, he recounts his senior year on the men’s basketball team at the Citadel. And they lose. A lot.
Check it out. And if you’ve read it, let me know what you think!