Saturday, February 27, 2010 at 10:49PM Yawns Are Yellow
A children's book on synaesthesia has been brewing in my head for a few months now, ever since my daughter asked me, "Mom, what if yawns were yellow?" After a twelve mile bike ride, I managed to write it in three hours. Looking for illustrators now. Here's an excerpt:
"And yawns, oh yawns, they were yellow. She loved to see someone yawn. Can you yawn right now? Her father’s yawn was the deep golden color of marigold flowers. Her mother’s was the light yellow of lemon drops. Her teacher, Ms. Nuttenbutter, had the lightest yellow of all – like squinting into the bright sun and seeing just the rays. Sometimes, Charlotte would try to yawn just to see the yellow mist it made."
