I just started teaching with BookUp, National Book Foundation's non-profit that puts writers into after school and summer programs to basically just have fun with reading. It is the coolest thing ever.
I had my first session with the soon-to-be fifth graders at the Cross Island YMCA in Hollis, Queens, on Tuesday. I read some fairy tales from Alice in Tumblr-land and gave the group a sneak peak behind my super-secret writing process. Then they came up with these kickass fairy tales!
NYC Friends! This Thursday, we are celebrating the release of Courtney Maum's killer debut novel, I Am Having So Much Fun Here Without You. There will be food, drink, music, and storytelling. I will be telling a story! It will be a night to remember, and you should come. xo
Beauty and the Beast had been dating for a while now and she knew it was time for him to meet her friends. But she was a little nervous. They all had these super hot boyfriends who worked in finance and modeled for J. Crew or whatever. Beauty loved him for who he was, she did, but her friends were shallow and judgmental.
"Maybe you should get some new friends," Siri advised.
Thumbelina couldn’t find a job, and her credit cards were almost full, but she kept her head up and looked at the positive side of things. She had her health. The weather was nice. And she always had the option of digging a cave into a large jar of Nutella and subsisting entirely off the floor and walls of her new home.
Aladdin had really screwed things up with Jasmine this time. Even the Genie thought he’d acted like “a total dickhead.”
After a few months he decided to win Jasmine back, to show her how he’d grown up, that noe he was the man she’d always wanted him to be. He wanted to show her how brave he was, how he wasn’t scared of emotions anymore, how he could even, one day, be a good father to their children.
Sleeping Beauty was lying in bed checking Facebook from her phone, just feeling so completely alone in her depression. Then she came across a post from an acquaintance about how sad he was, it was a darkness that made him feel like nobody could ever understand how he felt. “Is there anyone else who feels this way?” he asked.
She felt a sense of relief wash over her, a little bit of joy, and thought, At least I’m not so sad I wrote about it on Facebook.
Robin Hood was walking through the woods with Little John looking for any homeless people who needed a place to spend the night. But something else was troubling his mind. He wanted to tell Little John his thoughts, but they were the same things he’d been stressing about since they were teenagers, and he thought he should really be over them by now…
They kept walking silently, the trees going by, the day going by…
Then it hit Robin Hood: Is this how you get old? You slowly just stop talking about things?
The Hare got a high-powered job in the tech industry straight out of college, while the Tortoise traveled the country by train just writing in his journal and thinking. Finally the Tortoise got a big book deal for a memoir he wrote, and when he posted about it on Facebook he thought, I knew I’d outshine that fucker in the end.
The Tortoise and the Hare Facebook-stalked each other. He might have a lot of money but I bet he doesn’t feel alive when he goes to work, thought the Tortoise. The Hare looked through the Tortoise’s photos and thought, Being a writer in Brooklyn is so pretentious. The truth was that a part of each of them longed for the other’s life. How are you supposed to know you’ve chosen the right path?
The Tortoise and the Hare met for coffee. They each casually mentioned their recent successes to the other one, secretly hoping to appear better than the other. As they walked their separate ways home it hit them at the same time: There never was a race. There is no destination. There is no winner.