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When You Practice What You Preach

June 21st, 2016

A Non-Preachy Post

“Sometimes,” I say to kids when I’m speaking at their schools, “if you turn a question on its head, you find answers.”
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Today, I found answers.

For years now—not consistently; actually way more off than on and nearly always when I’m between writing projects—I’ve flirted with finally doing justice to a story idea I first toyed with 25 years ago. Maybe 30. The story centers around a girl on the cusp of her 10th birthday and some strange goings-on in her neighborhood. There were elements I liked including the climactic scene, one woman who lived up the street, and several specific facts. But trying to get these pieces to play nicely has been like herding very boring cats.

The question I’d been asking all these years was this: How can I revise the original story to make it live up to its promise?Walking

Then came this morning’s walk. Something—I wish I knew what—had me thinking differently. What if I stopped focusing on the facts that lead to the climactic scene? What if I stopped focusing on the woman? In short…

What if I put aside everything I’ve always thought this story would be and focus on the girl telling it?

Yeah. Not so novel an idea. Hey. I’ve even spun that question with other books. But in this circumstance? It was like a shiny, new object. And I followed it to an aha! moment: I’d fallen in love with the adult-neighbor character and not with the girl. In fact, she was a total stranger to me.

In 10 minutes, my mind was swimming with answers that had eluded me for decades. And now I need to stop and apologize. No, this post will not end in a fully satisfying way for you. I will not tell you the one word that came to me as I realized who this girl is. She did come with a name. An odd one. I’ll be thinking about Burdy for the rest of the summer. And if I continue asking the right questions, there’s that chance I’ll fall in love with her for years to come.

 

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Sort of a Book Review

May 4th, 2016
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My dad was an artist by trade and for the love of it. This one was for the love of it.

Before I got immersed in the kidlit world, I loved to read popular fiction, especially mysteries, intrigue, and thrillers. It had been a while since I picked one up, but things happen.

My dad, who also loved to read, found his eyesight suddenly not cooperating. I bought him a Kindle so he could enlarge the type at will, and he started reading all over again. It was great. His Kindle held, especially, mysteries, intrigue, and thrillers, along with some solid biographies and other nonfiction. When he finished Sycamore Row by John Grisham, he liked it so much, he wanted to share it with me.

“I don’t have a Kindle, Dad.”
“Oh, that’s right.”

He passed away just weeks later (three years ago this month), and I took his Kindle home. He had wanted me to read Sycamore Row, and that’s what I was going to do. I didn’t get to it right away, but once some of the sting had gone, I decided to give it a try. I read about half the book, then I put it down. This action wasn’t a reflection of the plot or characters; we all know that storytellers like Grisham can keep most readers engrossed forever. I was engrossed, and I found myself guessing about the outcome, and as an added bonus, the book made me realize something important about one of my characters.

So why did I put it down? I probably thought I needed to read some kid book or another and then I needed to concentrate on my writing and then I needed to clean out my closet and then…

The Kindle sat on my dresser for more than a year, gathering dust and reminding me I needed to finish the book. And then my daughter called, groaning that she had accidentally left her Kindle on the plane where all valuable things disappear before they ever make it to the lost and found. “I don’t use Opah’s,” I told her. “You can have it.”

I couldn’t send it to her, though, until I finished Sycamore Row. That’s when I realized why I had put the book aside. Finishing it would be like saying another goodbye to my dad. But last weekend, I finally did. And there were tears at the end.
The reason for that is up for debate.

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Hola! Ciao! Shalom! Konnichiwa! Salut! Ni hao! Hujambo! (And Win!)

April 12th, 2016
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I still have the bookcase that provided the backdrop for the old site. It’s messier now, though. More books and all.

In other words, willkommen, bienvenue, welcome!
I almost said (sorry Rolling Stones): Meet the new site; same as the old site … but it’s not.

The total look of my website may have changed, but the favorite parts, except maybe the photo of my actual bookcase, are all still here. (Memo to self: Post that somewhere else.) With them, though, are some new features:
*More pictures, more links, more information.
*Writing games.
*Puzzle of the Month.
*Hidden pages.

AND MOST EXCITING:

THE SCHOOL TAKEOVER PAGE!

 

THE SCHOOL TAKEOVER PAGE!
Starting full-time in the fall, teachers, librarians, and their students can take over one of my webpages as their own. To learn more about this, head to the Takeover FAQs then take a look at the sample page. Click here to get on the calendar.

As for this section, I plan is to post something new every 2 weeks,
HOWEVER
(and kids who’ve attended my school visits will definitely understand that word),
my writing schedule might change that plan from month to month. The past several weeks, for example, have had me chained to my computer revising a new book I’m thoroughly thrilled with. And while that book sits for its mandatory cooling-off period, it’s back to start in on the second book that has my attention now. More details on both books when I’m ready to share.

Meanwhile, sit back, click around, and enjoy!

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P.S.
If you have suggestions or other thoughts about the site, I’d love to hear them.
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In those comments, let me know if you’d like to WIN one of my new Gollywhopper Games combination flashdrive and slap bracelet (courtesy of the wonderful Jeff at USB Memory Direct.)  I’ll draw a name on April 28.
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Here’s the Key…

April 6th, 2016

… to an engaging book. Take two curious, likable characters–-one boy and one girl—and throw them into an exciting, sometimes harrowing mystery, then shake in lots of personality and personalities, intriguing settings, and questionable villains. Shake and serve to 2nd-5th graders.
It’s what Eric Luper has done in The Mysterious Moonstone, the first book in his new Key Hunters series.

When Cleo and Evan notice that their horrible new librarian (how they long for Mrs. Hilliard who left under mysterious circumstances) has essentially disappeared from the back of the library, they take it upon themselves to investigate. Their curiosity sucks them to a mansion in another place and time where they must do some real sleuthing to find the crook and find a key or they risk getting stuck in that world forever.

What I like best about this book is the way Eric takes an unflinching approach to danger and mystery, making it suspenseful and scary, in a parent-approved way, to young readers who will revel in the excitement.

I’ve learned that future books in the series will take our heroes to different locales with different missions, which is great because Cleo and Evan are such likable characters, readers will want to follow them wherever their adventures lead next.

Full disclosure: I do know Eric. We met as author-friends online, and I had the wonderful opportunity to hang out with him this past winter at a writer’s workshop and retreat. He did not pay or otherwise coerce me to write this review; I offered to do so after reading a book I sorta wished I’d written myself.

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Driving Mr. Gibson

February 26th, 2016

You can’t see me. I’m on the other side of the camera. About two hours after I took this shot of Bob Gibson, I was behind the wheel, driving him to his hotel. For those of you who don’t have any clue what a big deal this is, Hall of Famer Bob Gibson is ranked as one of the greatest pitchers of all time. It was because of his skill and power and overwhelming success (recording a 1.12 ERA in 1968) that Major League Baseball instituted what’s casually known as the Gibson Rule, lowering the height of the pitching mound from 15 to 10 inches. He was so tough that after Roberto Clemente slugged a line drive that broke his leg, Gibby faced three more batters before leaving the game. And he was always one of the most intimidating players in baseball.

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Review: Dime by E.R. Frank

February 25th, 2016

Last month, I found myself in the fortunate situation of attending the annual Society of Children’s Bookwriters and Illustrators (SCBWI) conference in Los Angeles. I also had the more fortunate opportunity, in a post-conference workshop, to find myself sitting next to Newbery Award-winner Susan Patron. When such an author (who’s also an esteemed librarian) highly recommends a book, you find a copy right away.

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The Book I May Have Never Picked Up

February 24th, 2016

When I was a kid, I fell somewhere between tomboy and Barbie, but rarely hit either of the extremes. I loved watching weekend wrestling and football and playing street games, but dolls? Not for me. When it came to comic books, though, I usually grabbed Archie over Superman, but regardless of which, I loved them.

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Oh, The Horrors! Oh, The Hero!

February 21st, 2016

Don’t be scared. Don’t turn away, feet running, arms flailing, voice screaming in terror. Though I am about to type, and you’re about to see a word that strikes terror into the hearts and minds of some writers and readers alike, you can get through this. So brace yourself. Here it comes. (math)

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