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A brush with danger

Posted: October 19th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Letters to T | Tags: , , , | No Comments »

George from Portland, OR writes:

Dear T,

Everyone has gotten a good scare with my Halloween stories The Evil Lightbulb and Organ-ic Blood Orange. Well, this year’s story is even more frightening. It’s about a toothbrush that comes to life on Halloween night with a sinister mission—to keep brushing and brushing and brushing. It doesn’t stop brushing until it’s brushed your head right off. Ha ha! What do you think of that?

P.S. Since I charged ten dollars for last year’s story, my mom made me give this one away for free. All the copies are already gone.

T replies:

What can I say, George? You’ve done it again. Another ordinary household item is now scaring me out of my wits, thanks to your lurid imagination. Needless to say I will NOT be brushing my teeth this Halloween night. I’ll just have to brush TWICE the next morning.

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Fan mail fan

Posted: January 12th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: T Writes | Tags: , , , | No Comments »

Today my letter carrier dropped off  something for The Boy Who Howled …a great big stack of FAN MAIL!

Thanks to everyone in Mrs. Wangen’s class, Mrs. John-Lewis’s class, Mrs. McCann’s class, and Ms. Millison’s class at Island Park Elementary School in Mercer Island, WA for their wordy and artistic show of support. Keep reading and writing, guys! You rock.

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The war on Christmas

Posted: December 7th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Letters to T | Tags: , , , , , , | No Comments »

George from Portland, OR writes:

Dear T,

I am back with another holiday story. This time it is Randolph, the Red-Toed Reindeer. He is the newest most famous reindeer at the North Pole. Obviously, having four red feet beats Rudolph’s one red nose. So the two reindeers go at it in a battle to see who gets to lead Santa’s sleigh on Christmas Eve. Only one reindeer can win! Can you guess which one it is?

T replies:

Well, you’ve done it again, George. You’ve managed to bring a violent altercation to a peaceful holiday season. All I can say is I hope Randolph and Rudolph make friends and lead Santa’s sleigh side by side!

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Word!

Posted: November 15th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: T Writes | Tags: , , , | No Comments »

Wordle is an online toy for generating “word clouds” from any text you want. The size of a word in a word cloud is determined by how often it appears in your text.

I made a word cloud for The Boy Who Howled. It’s a beauty!

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Fruit fright

Posted: October 23rd, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Letters to T | Tags: , , , | 3 Comments »

George from Portland, OR writes:

Dear T,

You might remember my Halloween story last year, The Evil Lightbulb, because it probably scared you to pieces. Well, this year I have written a story about a homicidal organic blood orange. It sits innocently in the bin at the Farmer’s Market until someone foolishly buys it. When they take it home and cut it into slices, it gushes blood and doesn’t stop until everyone drowns in it. Here’s the cover I made for it.

P.S. I’m charging ten dollars for my story this year, as you can see by the cover.

T replies:

Hey, George. Happy Halloween, a week early. You really got me with this scary orange. I always thought fruits were nice and vegetables weren’t. Where did I get that idea?

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Thanks, Alot!

Posted: April 24th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: T Writes | Tags: , , , , , | No Comments »

A blogger named Allie has recently posted about her pet peeves concerning spelling and grammar. One thing that really puts a bee in her bonnet is when people spell “a lot” as one word: “alot.”

She’s thought a lot about “alot,” and drew a picture of the image that came into her mind.

She’s incorporated her feelings for Alot in another drawing.

When it comes to Alots, Allie reaches out with love and understanding.

But there’s one thing Allie would like to get straight. When Alots (or anyone else) are spelling “a lot,” they had better make it TWO words, not ONE.

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Griffin’s Gold

Posted: February 9th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Letters to T | Tags: , , , , | No Comments »

Sam and Andy from Chicago, IL write:

Dear T,

We finished Griffin’s Gold, our story about the legendary Griffin, and we printed copies. Here’s one for you. You can share this excerpt. It’s from the part where Griffin and Dragon fight to the death for Griffin’s gold, only Griffin lets Dragon live to see another day. That’s good because later on they have to join forces to battle an evil Giant. What do you think?

Drawing of a Griffin by Sam and Andy

Drawing of a Griffin by Sam and Andy

From Griffin’s Gold by Sam and Andy:

Griffin and Dragon were face to face with each other. Warily they circled each other. Griffin twitched his wings in eager anticipation of the battle to come, while Dragon snorted plumes of smoke into the chilly air.

Despite the cozy fire he had built, Griffin’s lair was almost as cold as the frozen mountaintop. Dragon lifted his mighty tail and slammed it down hard, pounding the rocky ground. The metallic scales of his impenetrable body armor glistened in the fire’s glow.

“Give me your treasure,” he told Griffin, “and you can avoid a good beating.”

Griffin’s razor-sharp claws drew sparks from where they scraped the rock. “It’s you who are going to get beaten, Dragon,” he replied. “I’ll give you ten seconds to skedaddle on out of here. Otherwise, you’re in for it big time.”

“I ain’t leaving here without that gold,” said Dragon.

“Suit yourself,” said Griffin and lunged at Dragon’s vulnerable throat with his fearsome eagle’s beak. The battle for Griffin’s gold had begun.

T replies:

Wow, Sam and Andy! I am thoroughly impressed. The adventure was gripping, the suspense was unbearable, and I don’t want to spoil the ending, but I can say that Griffin and Dragon are a force to be reckoned with. Great job!

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Bad lighting

Posted: October 25th, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: Letters to T | Tags: , , , | 3 Comments »

George from Portland, OR writes:

Dear T,

I am writing a scary Halloween story called “The Evil Lightbulb.” It’s about a 60-watt lightbulb that shines with pure evil. Everyone who sees its light turns into a homicidal maniac. It likes people who are scared of the dark, because they are sure to turn it on, and then it sits back and watches the bloodbath.

T replies:

Hey, George. That sounds like a scary lightbulb indeed. But to foil its evil intentions I would attach it to a dimmer switch on every other night but Halloween!

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Knock, knock …

Posted: September 15th, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: Letters to T | Tags: , , , | 8 Comments »

Eric from Columbus, OH writes:

Dear T,

I’m writing a book about the adventures of a street lamp and a telephone pole, and I’m drawing the pictures for it, too. The only problem is, Lampy and Poley are stuck in the ground and can’t go anywhere. All they can do is tell Knock Knock jokes. What should I do about that?

Drawing by Eric

Drawing by Eric

T replies:

I say keep ’em telling Knock Knock jokes, Eric. The world could use a few more of those. With all the problems we have to face every day, we can all use a good laugh!

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Tut uncommon

Posted: September 3rd, 2009 | Author: | Filed under: Letters to T | Tags: , , , , , | 5 Comments »

Sarah from Seattle, WA writes:

Dear T,

I am writing a story about an Ancient Egyptian girl named Tibby. She is the secret daughter of the famous Boy King, Pharaoh Tutankhamun. The Boy King Tut wasn’t really a boy when he died under mysterious circumstances in 1323 BC. He was nineteen years old, which was plenty old for a father in those days.

When her father, King Tut, dies, Tibby goes to live among friends of the former Pharaoh. She grows up as happy and content as a girl can be. However, the day soon comes when she must sacrifice a bull to the God Osiris to ensure the fertile crops, and she cannot bring herself to perform such a bloody deed. She is given a chicken to sacrifice in place of the bull, but she can’t bring herself to do that, either. So the High Priests decide to sacrifice HER to Osiris instead.

Needless to say, Tibby must flee for her life. Luckily, she befriends the handsome son of an Egyptian slave and together they sail down the River Nile to live out the rest of their days in peace and happiness.

I have drawn the cover for my book, which I have entitled Daughter of Tut. Here it is in all its glory.

Book cover for Daughter of Tut, drawn by Sarah

Book cover for Daughter of Tut, drawn by Sarah

P.S. King Tut didn’t really have a daughter named Tibby. I made her up!

T replies:

Your story about Tibby, the secret daughter of King Tut, sounds like a real page-turner, Sarah! And I really like your book cover. I have always been fascinated by Ancient Egypt. It’s thrilling to imagine the excitement archaeologist Howard Carter must have felt in 1922 when he discovered King Tut’s glamorous tomb, with all its golden treasures. Of course, poor Mr. Carter was later struck dead by the Pharaoh’s Curse. Oh, well! I’m sure it was worth it.

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