Thank you, Beverly, whose novel Telling
Stories–“Stories lie. Truth
hurts. Secrets can be deadly.”–is NOT for children. Beverley, I enjoyed
your blog post at http://bevjoneswriting.wordpress.com, so I
wrote up one like it. But something strange happened last night–something I
don't understand and can’t explain. It seems that 10-year-old M-Man and
7-year-old T-man (Story Boys http://storyboys.wordpress.com/2012/10/25/sea-cutter-by-timothy-davis-book/) got in email contact with
Nathaniel Childe. I’ve called M-Man and T-Man, but they won’t say a word about
it. No doubt Nat made them spit on their hands and shake on not telling. Don’t
take my word for it. I managed to hit “print screen” before it disappeared….
M-man: What was it like to grow up without a dad?
Nat: My heart felt hollow and aching. The
nights hit me hardest. I tossed and turned through nightmares about Father. He
clung to a beam while the sea washed him to an unknown island. He called, “Nat!
Nat! Nat!” while Mother and I stood at his plaque, saying, “He’s dead. He’s
dead. He’s dead.”
T-man: What was it like going to sea for the first
time?
Nat: Father must’ve had the salt sea in
his blood and passed it on to me, for I could feel my own blood sing in our
rhythmic rise and fall over the sparkling swells that stretched in unbroken splendor
to all horizons. The tang of the salt wind that whisked over my face was more
delicious than the aroma of any spice. The splash of our bow, the snap and
rustle of our sails, the creak of our mast, all seemed the loveliest music.
M-Man: What was your favorite place in
New Bedford?
Nat: The docks. They always swarmed
with men: ship owners in satin frock coats, tough-looking sailors covered with
tattoos, and expert whalers with their favorite harpoons slung over their
shoulders. Some sailors swapped stories over their long clay pipes and talked
about newly discovered trade routes. Others scrambled up masts, dangled from
the rigging, and even dived into the water to clean the submerged hulls. Their
shouts, commands, and coarse laughter competed with the screaming gulls.
T-Man: What was the scariest part of
your journey?
Nat: A pistol shot rang, an impact
hitting my back. Time slowed. My dagger fell, flipping
leisurely. Then the green water slowly came to meet me as I tumbled over. The
sunlit roof of water closed above me like slow curtains. The bullet in my back
throbbed as I sank deeper into the darkness. Then I remembered what lay at the
bottom of that darkness—Snake’s corpse. My foot hit sand and, terrified, I
shoved myself upward. A cold dead hand gripped my ankle. The last of my air
went out in a silent scream.
And there you have it, Beverly. By the
way, Sea Cutter is now out in paperback through Amazon (http://amzn.to/RkseQX), and I'm giving away a signed copy. To enter the drawing, just leave any type of comment. I'll pick the winner from a hat on Friday, Nov. 9.
Now I have the great pleasure of handing The Next Big Thing Blog Hop over to fantastic children’s novelist Michelle Isennhoff http://michelleisenhoff.wordpress.com.
Now I have the great pleasure of handing The Next Big Thing Blog Hop over to fantastic children’s novelist Michelle Isennhoff http://michelleisenhoff.wordpress.com.