Today was one of those amazing, amazing author visit days. I talked with kids about books, was given beautiful artwork, had a fabulously fun lunch with some fourth graders, laughed a lot, and even cried a tiny bit… I’ll tell you why in a minute, but first, a HUGE thank you to the teachers, librarian, and kids of Saranac Elementary.
All these hands are up in response to my question about long car rides & whether anyone has ever asked "Are We There Yet?" (Sometimes writing a book can feel that way, too!)
When the third and fourth graders got to the gym, one of their teachers approached me with a copy of The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z. "We have four pages left, and we wondered if you’d like to read the end." She didn’t have to ask twice.
It was so special to get to finish up the book with these students, and they had great questions & observations about Gianna and her family.
Then it was off to a special lunch in Lisa Napper’s fourth grade classroom, where the kids had some surprises ready for me. Lunch, cookies…and art!
The class had read all three of my books in preparation for our visit today, and each student chose a scene from Spitfire to draw. There are definitely some budding illustrators in this group!
After lunch, Mrs. Napper showed me something that gave me goosebumps. If you’ve read The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z, you know that Gianna’s grandmother is struggling with memory issues and (mild spoiler ahead) her family makes a memory book — a sort of scrapbook to help her remember the things that are slipping away from her. The scrapbook in my novel came from my imagination; I pieced it together in daydreams and notebook scribbles.
But when Mrs. Napper was reading that chapter of Gianna Z. aloud to her class, she recognized that memory book. She made one for her own grandmother.
Mrs. Napper’s Nana was 98 when she died. Turning the pages of this book, I couldn’t help feeling a little sad that I never had a chance to meet her. She was clearly a beautiful, beautiful woman and so very loved. But like Gianna’s grandmother, she was having problems with her memory. This book gave her back the story of her life, one loving page at a time.
She read it every day.
And yes…this is the part of the day that made me cry a little. It is a beautiful, beautiful book, and I’m so thankful that Mrs. Napper brought it in to share with me and her students…and gave me permission to share it with you.
Thanks, Lisa…and Rebecca…and all the teachers and kids at Saranac. It was a day I won’t forget.
As an author, you know a school has really gone out of its way to make sure you have a great visit when you pull into the parking lot and find a shiny red music stand marking your spot…
Colchester Middle School rolled out the red carpet, too, when I visited to give presentations for the 6th, 7th, and 8th graders. Every student had read at least one of my books, and they were a terrific audience.
I always love giving presentations to big groups and answering questions, but sometimes the quieter moments that happen as kids are leaving are some of the most memorable. Today, I had a chance to visit with a handful of writers who stayed behind that extra minute to tell me about the projects they’re working on, the hopes they have for their stories, and the problems they’re facing along the way. Many were challenges I’d faced in revising my own books, and I was reminded once again that those of us who write are kindred spirits, no matter how long we’ve been at it.
And one last note, just for the Colchester kids reading this… First of all, thank you. You guys were awesome today, and I loved spending time with you. And second, I know that we ran out of time during the Q and A period in a couple of your groups. If you were one of those people with your hand still in the air when it was time to go back to class and you still have a question you’d like me to answer, please leave a comment here or drop me an email using the link on my website, and I promise to send along an answer soon. Thanks again for a great day at your school!
You can’t really see it in this photo, but on top of the wind blowing my hair all over, I am pretty much covered in mud.
Hiking in the Adirondacks in April is a messy proposition sometimes, but so, so worth it. There is something about the switching seasons, the in-between-ness, that always brings me down the mountain a little bit changed. My words and photos don’t really do it justice, but I decided to try…
Sometimes, on a mountain in April, winter hides in caves.
…and clings to warm stone while spring whispers green promises in the sun.
Sometimes, on a mountain in April the rocks are so slippery you have to slow down and this is good. It’s when you’ll notice a quiet curtain of moss that drips with melting snow.
It’s when you’ll hear the rush of streams, swooping up tired old leaves carrying them off in dizzy laughter to somewhere warmer, open, free.
Sometimes, on a mountain in April, you’ll slide down slippery rocks and land in mud. It’s okay. You’ll remember how black and rich and squishy and beautiful mountain mud can be. Don’t get up right away. Dig your fingers in, and breathe.
Sometimes, on a mountain in April, if you pause close to the summit, a butterfly will fly so close you hear the sound of its wings. And if you keep listening, though the butterfly flutters on, you’ll hear quieter things still.
Snow melting on faraway hills, Insects blinking awake. Tender ferns unfolding in the sun,
And answers to questions You didn’t even know you had.
April is National Poetry Month, and that’s worth a cheer or two in my world. I wrote poetry long before I ever finished a novel, and my junior high school journals still live on my bookshelves, full of free verse celebrating (and sometimes cursing) certain junior high school boys.
So to celebrate this month celebrating poems, I decided to share one that I wrote as part of a lecture I gave this winter. I’m guessing my writer friends may appreciate this one…
When Do You Write?
When people ask when amid this teaching-wifing-mothering-reading dinner-making-lesson-planning life I write, I assume they want to know when my bottom meets my chair, when fingers meet keyboard, when words spill onto white. And so I answer, Nine to eleven. That’s it? That’s it.
But really, it isn’t. The truth is, I write always. From the quick-quick backpack mornings to the last click of the bedside light. I write in the shadows of sleep before my alarm clock starts singing for the second time, and if you must know, strange characters often join me in the shower before school. We have conversations in the steam, discuss their dreams their failures, and where they hid the secret map while I shampoo my hair.
I write spreading peanut butter. (Sometimes the plot gets sticky, but there is nothing to be done about that nor the fact that one misses turns while writing on the drive to school.)
I write in the classroom, those moments before class when I am at my desk and my not-quite-teens file in, chattering, secure in the knowledge that people over the age of 20 are completely and fully deaf until the bell has rung.
I scribble down their "Oh. My. Gods." Their "Can’t believe its" "Who could blame hers" The occasional joke about the principal’s shoes, and every last "Why’s she going out with him?"
I collect their lines like seashells from the beach. Shining. Wet. Alive.
I write on the way home, which is why I sometimes forget the milk, the dry cleaning, gas for the car, and to stop at that red light. It was yellow, really, until I started considering its amberness — a perfect metaphor for fear of change, and I’m truly sorry, officer, it must have turned red while I was searching for the right words.
By dinnertime the voices in my head are too hungry to care about the rice on the stove. They ask me questions, demand nicer apartments, lament their broken dreams, and wonder if just once they might end a chapter on a positive note. And when the rice sticks in the bottom of the pan, they laugh and slap one another on the back and say, "Use that in your story, lady!"
And finally I sit down at the keyboard at nine And I do.
During my recent visit to Highgate Elementary School, a student asked one of those questions that can only come from a fellow writer:
Do you ever get writer’s block? There was something about the way she said "writer’s block" that made it sound like something you could catch if you got to close to a sniffly author or brainstormed out in the rain, and I kind of liked that… but anyway…
The short answer to her question is: Yes.
I suspected she also wanted to know what to DO about writer’s block, though, and that answer is: It depends.
For me at least, there are different kinds of writer’s block, and they require different responses.
Disease: Wrong-Story Writer’s Block
There are at least five picture book beginnings and four Chapter Ones of longer works living in limbo on my hard drive right now. Most often, I’m a plunge-right-in sort of writer, so when I have an idea that’s been brewing for a while, I dive right into writing, and by the end of a chapter or two, I can usually tell if I have something…or not.
I’ve come to recognize a kind of writer’s block that shows up when the story I’m working on isn’t True. And I don’t mean true, as in accurate or nonfiction-ish. I mean True with a capital T … true to its own heart and true to the writer I want to be. Sometimes I have ideas that turn out to be the wrong books for me to write. Or ideas that just aren’t good enough or substantial enough to warrant a whole book. This happens, and it’s okay.
Cure: Put the story away. Start a new one. But keep it, just in case it’s not really the wrong story, but the right story at the wrong time for you.
Disease: Right-Story-Wrong-Turn Writer’s Block
In this situation, I know I’m working on the right project — the project that’s absolutely calling me to be written — but somehow, I feel like I’ve lost my way. Sometimes, this kind of Writer’s Block shows up when I need to stop and get to know my characters better. Sometimes, it means that I’ve done something that’s just plain wrong…imposed a plot twist or decision on the book and its characters that doesn’t fit. And sometimes, it means that I’ve been writing without a map for too long and need to step back and do a bit of planning. Either way, I think this kind of block can be useful and keep you from barreling forward and forcing something that won’t work.
Cure: Stop for now. (For now are the key words here. Not forever. And hopefully, not even for very long.) Usually, if I step back from what I’m writing and spend some time outside, I get enough perspective to understand why I’m headed down a wrong path. If it’s a character issue, I’ll leave the formal manuscript to do some journal writing as my character or map out character charts. If it’s a wrong turn, I’ll backtrack and re-read a part of the manuscript that felt right to identify where I went astray. And if it’s an issue of too much writing-without-a-map, I’ll stop and outline. This was a turning point for me with the mystery I finished recently, a project that required more formal planning than I’d ever done with a previous book. If you’d like to see the nitty gritty details of all that, you can read about it here, in a post I wrote for a teacher-friend and her student, Tyler, called "Real Authors Don’t Plan…Or Do They?"
Disease: I’d-rather-eat-chocolate-and-watch-Glee Writer’s Block (And you can substitute pizza and play video games or whatever you’d like here…you know exactly what I mean.)
Cure #1: Eat chocolate and watch Glee.
Really. Go ahead. And then you will be able to decide if you’d really rather eat chocolate and watch Glee than write. But if you’ve read this far, I suspect that what you really want is to write, in which case Cure #1 will cause you to start twitching on the sofa and feeling unsettled, and then should go with Cure #2.
Cure #2: Bring some Hershey’s kisses to your computer, quiet down, and get to work. This is the equivalent of a literary sugar pill, because this isn’t real writer’s block; it’s the trouble-getting-moving that we all face when we sit down to write. Or exercise, for that matter, but that’s a post for another day.
This disease also has a Cure #3 – for people like students who have to write something they didn’t want to write in the first place. Negotiate with yourself. Make a little contract if you have to. Two paragraphs = 10 minutes of playing Wii or reading Harry Potter or whatever you’d rather be doing. That works, too.
I’ve been deep in the depths of revision for the past few weeks — polishing up a picture book and a middle grade mystery. They are both done (*pause for cheering & confetti here*) and on submission now, and I have big plans for a post-revision reading binge. But before I do that, I want to talk about a handful of books I’ve read lately that you might like, too. Ready?
Amy Ignatow’s THE POPULARITY PAPERS: RESEARCH FOR THE SOCIAL IMPROVEMENT AND GENERAL BETTERMENT OF LYDIA GOLDBLATT AND JULIE GRAHAM CHANG is the book to hand to your girls who are fans of the Wimpy Kid series. It’s that same diary/graphic novel blend that keeps even reluctant readers turning pages and laughing like crazy. Interestingly enough, the main characters in this are in fifth grade, but it’s going over really well with some of my 7th grade girls, even though they’re a bit older. (Due out from Amulet April 1st)
I can’t keep Lisa Schroeder’s CHASING BROOKLYN on my classroom library shelf – it’s one of those books that gets handed from kid to kid in the cafeteria and never makes it all the way back to my classroom, and that’s just fine. I understand why the kids love it, too. Set at the same high school as Lisa’s I HEART YOU, YOU HAUNT ME, her latest YA novel-in-verse is about love and loss, remembering and moving forward. It left me in tears, but they were good ones – the kind you cry when you’ve just read an amazing book that’s full of sorrow and beauty and hope all at once. It’s a a beautiful, beautiful book. (Available now from Simon & Schuster)
Fans of Jerry Spinelli’s MILKWEED and Lois Lowry’s NUMBER THE STARS will love ONCE by Morris Gleitzman. One of my 7th grade students absolutely devours historical fiction set during the Holocaust, and she was waiting for this ARC, standing at my desk, tapping her foot as I turned the last page.
The main character, Felix, begins the story as a unique (and heartbreaking) unreliable narrator. He’s a Jewish boy, hidden in a Catholic orphanage, and utterly unaware of the danger he’s facing. When he sets out to find his parents, he sees evidence of the Nazis destruction but misinterprets much of it, placing himself squarely in harm’s way. Ultimately, though, he’s faced with too much reality to go on believing the stories he’s told himself, and from there, the book chronicles his loss of innocence and his coming of age in the worst of times. It’s beautifully written and though like many books set during the Holocaust, it’s tough to read at times, it’s certainly not without hope. Highly recommended, it comes out from Henry Holt March 30th.
Two days after turning the last page of NOTHING by Janne Teller, I’m still struggling over what to write about it. I can’t really say that I liked it, since I read most of it with a pained expression on my face. But is it brilliantly well-written? And smart? And incredibly thought-provoking? Yes, yes, and yes.
The premise is simple and kind of horrifying: A 7th grader climbs up into a tree and says he’s not coming down because there’s really no meaning in life anyway. His classmates, u…moreSo let’s talk about NOTHING by Janne Teller now. I couldn’t decide at first if I should include this in a post about "books I love" because it’s hard for me to say that I loved this story. I was mostly horrified by it. But is it brilliantly well-written? And smart? And thought-provoking? Yes, yes, and yes. Plus, there’s the fact that I finished it a few weeks ago, and here I am still thinking about it, so that means something, too.
The premise is simple and troubling: A 7th grader climbs up into a tree and says he’s not coming down because there’s really no meaning in life anyway. His classmates, unsettled by his proclamation and desperate to make him come down out of that tree, begin to assemble a collection of "meaning," a heap of items… sacrifices, really…that they hope will convince the kid once and for all that there is meaning. The sacrifices start with simple, treasured kid-things and escalate in nature to the truly chilling.
This could make a very, very good literature circles choice for older middle school or high school kids. There’s sure plenty to talk about, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever read, except maybe Lord of the Flies. If you read it, I’d really love to hear what you think. (out now from Atheneum)
And finally, on a far more cheerful note…
This picture book from the author of the DAY-GLO BROTHERS is one of the funniest I’ve read in a long time. The premise is simple – two boys pull toys from a toy box and start a battle with them. One has a shark, the other a train, and the result is a hilarious series of competitions in which Shark and Train face off in everything from high-diving to trick-or-treating. Laugh-out-loud text with fun, lively illustrations and a lot of little details in the art that add another layer of humor for moms and dads reading aloud. Loved it! (Coming from Little, Brown in April.)
Now I’m reading this…
An ARC of Holly Black’s WHITE CAT (coming from Margaret K. McElderry May 4th), and let me tell you… that Holly Black knows how to get a reader’s attention from page one – Loving it so far!
What have you read & loved lately? Anything I need to add to my post-revision reading binge pile?
Have I mentioned that talking with kids about books and writing is one of the absolute best things about being an author? Today was one of those amazing school visit days, starting first thing in the morning here…
Students from Rouses Point joined the kids at Mooers Elementary School for my presentation "Firing Cannons and Kissing Frogs: The Truth About Author Research." I love giving this presentation because the research process is one of my favorite things about writing, whether I’m holed up in a library searching through old journals and letters, rowing a gunboat replica, sampling chocolate cake at an Italian market, putting on a bee suit to learn what it’s like to tend honeybees, or (yes, it’s true) kissing a frog. The kids had great questions, including one about writer’s block, which I’m going to discuss in a future blog post.
Then it was on to Highgate, Vermont, where the 4th, 5th, and 6th graders were waiting. (They were at recess when I arrived to get set up, and there sure were a lot of jackets flung over the playground fence. No need for them today!) This group had asked for the research presentation as well, and again, the kids had amazing questions about the writing process. The 4th and 5th graders just started working on their own research project called Lake Champlain from A to Z. One teacher kept his class after the talk to ask about planning and outlining, so I pulled up my current project, a funny new chapter book I’ve been working on in Scrivener, and showed them how I plan with virtual index cards that remind me what scene comes next.
After the presentation and book signing, school library media specialist Helen Bicknell asked me if I’d like to sign the library door. This is a tradition she started with visiting authors, and I was just delighted to be a part of it.
Here I am, defacing school property with my orange Sharpie.
And look! I am in very good company on the library door. *waves to Linda Urban*
Thanks, Highgate, Mooers, and Rouses Point kids (and teachers, too!) for a terrific day in your schools!
It has been one of those finish-school-get-the-van-inspected-rush-home-dinner-going-back-out-soon kind of days. But sometimes, those are the best days to just take a moment… I’m grateful today because:
~ I found out that I’ll be speaking at this November’s ALAN Conference as part of a panel on helping teens and tweens find their voices through writing, along with Jo Knowles, David Gill, and Chris Crowe. I’ve never been to ALAN and can’t wait.
~ I have two new projects out on submission — a picture book and my middle grade mystery. I love them both so much, for different reasons, and I hope they do okay out there in the big world…
~ I am working on a new boy-friendly chapter book that is goofy and fun and makes me laugh.
~ Our local skating club is performing "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" next weekend, so I’ve had lots of writing time in the bleachers at my daughter’s rehearsals. And I’m thankful for the talented young skaters I get to watch when I take a break from revising. Want to learn a thing or two about perseverance and determination? About falling down and getting up and trying again? Go watch some figure skaters for a while… They are an inspiration.
~ It was bike-riding weather this week, and even after a relatively quiet winter like we had, that’s always reason to celebrate. Wherever you are, I hope you get a chance to get outside this weekend and enjoy the sunshine, too!
So I think this has to be one of my favorite books ever.
Really.
Full disclosure – I know Jeannine and heard her read a poem from this book at a writers retreat last summer. It was lovely and poignant, but when she described the book as a collection of poems about Laura Ingalls Wilder, Madam C.J. Walker, Marie Curie, and their daughters, I wondered a bit how that could all fit together.
Then I was lucky enough to pick up an advance copy of BORROWED NAMES at ALA Midwinter, and I understood.
It does fit. As beautifully as anything I’ve ever read.
The poetry in this book is magnificent by itself, but it’s the characterization of the women — mothers and daughters both — that makes it stand out even more. The verse shines with the creative spirit of all of these amazing women, and I really can’t imagine capturing the whole give-and-take, come-together-and-go-away moments of mothers and daughters any better.
I’m sitting here at my computer frowning because I can’t really make my words do justice to this special book. But trust me. It’s being released from Henry Holt this week. Just go get it.
(Unless you are my mom, in which case…don’t go get it. I sent you one because I couldn’t wait for Mother’s Day. It will probably be there on Thursday or Friday. You’re going to love this as much as I did.)
It’s been a busy few weeks for Skype author visits, which means my lunch hours have been spent at my desk in my classroom, but far from alone!
Last week, I got to meet these great kids from Holden Christian Academy in Holden, MA, and they had great questions about THE BRILLIANT FALL OF GIANNA Z. and writing.
The next day, I ate my soup with kids from Moriah, NY and answered questions about one of my Lake Champlain historical novels, SPITFIRE. They had a surprise to share with me over our video connection – pictures they’d drawn, inspired by the book!
Their librarian, Mrs. Rich organized the visit, and their fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Ploufe, even made it into a music video to share!
Isn’t that just the coolest thing? How did Mrs. Ploufe know that I’ve secretly always wanted to be in a music video?
This week, I’ll be Skyping with a class and after-school book club in Brockport, NY tomorrow – and then visiting kids in Mooers, NY and Highgate, VT i person on Friday. Can’t wait!
