Published January 28, 2014
I spoke at the Secondary Reading Conference of Florida. It looked like this.
Today, I’m back in Minnesota. It looks like this.
My car wouldn’t start at the airport. Our condo is 55 degrees. There is ice all over all the roads. Steph’s voice is two octaves below normal, because it’s so dry. I am stiff (okay, maybe because I ran on the beach yesterday, but still stiff and it’s too cold to stretch).
I have to ask myself why? Because I want to go eat pizza on a pier, which is what we did yesterday. I don’t even care that seagulls kept bombing us, or that they stole the doughnut right out of the hand of the woman who sat next to us in the restaurant’s outdoor seating. She was mad at the seagull, but I thought it was pretty funny. Steph did, too. I want to go back to that.
Why Minnesota, Herbach?
Whiner. Go to work.
Published August 23, 2013
I spent the summer writing, sort of on fire, a book called Fat Boy verses The Cheerleaders. I think it turned out, although writing it made me eat all the time. The book will come out in May or June of 2014.
Now fall semester at the University is about to start. It’s time to get other projects back in gear. One I’m psyched about is the I’m With Stupid Stories blog. Today, the first post of the season went up.
Clint Edwards tells the tale of horror, wherein he, as a teen, repeatedly took dumps in his pants, because he was so stupid nervous (understandably so).
Check it out here.
Also, I grew stupid facial hair.
I started writing these Felton Reinstein books about four years ago when my son, Leo, was 11. Really, Stupid Fast, Nothing Special, and the book that came out today, I’m With Stupid, wouldn’t have happened without Leo suddenly growing and suddenly dropping books on the ground instead of reading them. I’m not only a little sad about the last book coming out, but I’m also a little sad because my son is cruising through high school, now. He’s a good reader, by the way (good at lots of stuff — I’m a proud dad).
Oh well, here’s the birthday video for the book!
Stupid Fast was the body book. Nothing Special was the mind book. Now, finally, Felton deals with the underlying issue: I’m With Stupid is the soul book.
I got back to my place the other day and found a box of the books sitting on my front stoop. I haven’t been able to shower since and I’ve eaten at Noodles and Dino’s Pizza only. That’s how excited I am. This is what that looks like:
Published April 19, 2013
Tags: Library visit
If you’re in the Fox River Valley of Wisconsin, stop by the Appleton Public Library at 4pm today. I’ll be talking about the inspiration for Stupid Fast. Had a great time in Menasha last night!
Published April 16, 2013
Fiction , Happy
I was pretty surprised. I was really honored just to be included in the finalists (a really excellent crew, with fantastic books: Molly Beth Griffin, William Alexander, Margi Preus — all of whom I told that I loved them, for lack of anything better to say). I gave a rambling speech and got this fancy pants trophy that would totally destroy a car if dropped from a couple of stories up. It was a great night!
If you’d like, you can read a little about it in the Star Tribune. Laurie Hertzel, the writer, also mentions that I was surprised, because I really was surprised.