Archive for November 2009
In a land where it was not uncommon to see pigs flying a few feet off the ground, Bella was different. Instead of tiny delicate-looking wings like all the other pigs, Bella’s wings were longer. “Why can’t my wings be just like everyone else’s?” She moaned.
“It won’t hurt to rest my poor old eyes, ” Jocko said, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll hear them if anything goes wrong.”
Jocko heard a child’s yelling. Then another and another. They were happy sounds. . . the boys were chasing each other around playing. All was well in his world. He closed his eyes and laid his head down on the sand.
Sworn to a temporary secrecy by Yolanda LeRoy, Editorial Director at Charlesbridge Publishing, SCBWI authors can now talk about the latest acquisiton by them. Check out the link to find out details.
Subject: Charlesbridge buys small Michigan press
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY reports that Charlesbridge bought Mackinac Island Press, a small firm with offices in Traverse City, Michigan:
<<http://www.publishe rsweekly. com/article/ CA6707471. html>>
As the month comes to a close and the PiBoIdMo challenge is wrapped up, my brain isn’t slowing down. In light of that phenomenon, I’ve decided to extend my idea submission into the first week of December.
Not as a part of the PiBoIdMo challenge but as a challenge to myself. I just hate the idea of not writing down the extra ideas and I really like the feeling that I am getting from the new ideas.
“I can do this,” Chelsea whispered, waving to her mom and dad. She took a long deep breath. She crouched down, then sprang forward. She ran as fast as she could and leapt into the air.
Smack! Thump! The little reindeer’s legs spread apart and her nose hit the ground.
“Ouch,” cried Chelsea, picking up her head. “Time to try again.”
“Chelsea honey,” Mom said, “now will you please quit. You’re going to get hurt.”
His ear lifted up. He listened to the sound.
Albert’s left eye opened a little. He watched a tiny animal creep closer.
As an aspiring picture book writer getting new ideas has never been a challenge for me.
Ideas seem to find me as the strangest of time. For instance, like last night when I was really tired after all the Thanksgiving stuff. You know the cooking, the visiting and the cleaning that most of us regular folk do for the holidays.
About 10 PM, I decided to call it a night. I turned off the TV. I shut off the lights and crawled between the sheets with visions of a deep restful sleep for the next few hours. Then, it happened.
A Brahma bull named Braden danced his way into my brain. I tried to stop him. I really did. I rolled over and pulled the cover over my head. I pinched my eyes closed. I willed myself to think of a peaceful stream flowing by as I lay on a bed of grass.
Alas, he wasn’t about to be put away so fast. I saw his big old eyes peeking around a monstrous China Cabinet, just daring me to ignore him. He crept closer, his tail swiping dangerous close to my face. You can’t ignore me he said, sitting at the edge of my bed.
His friend Agy dropped by as well. The little bee buzzed through the China Shop doing ways more damage than you could ever imagine. Tell my story he seemed to demand.
But I want to sleep. Go away. Come back in the morning, I thought.
However, the two friends seemed to delight in throwing themselves around in my head.
So, guess what? I got up. I pulled out a flashlight so as not to wake others in the household . . . who unlike me had no nighttime visitors. I found a scrap of paper and a pen. I captured Braden and Agy down on paper as the twosome waved their good-byes.
Finally, with a sigh, I rolled over. At long last sleep but I should have known better. The fact that Braden and Agy had opened up a corner of my mind allowed other visitors a hole to weasel their way in. Mr. Pendergast, Snook’ems and Sir Knightly all said their say.
Needless to say, an hour later, exhausted but satisfied as a writer, I drifted off in to a restful sleep.
I love reading a great rhyming picture book. They are what is really attractive to me but alas, I am not a rhymer. Just ask some of my fellow critique members. I can handle a line or two but that is it. This is an excerpt of a great article on rhyming. To read the rest of the article go to
by Dori Chaconas
“Please, no rhyming stories.”
I heard it at conferences. I read it in the market guides. What? No rhyme! But I love to write in rhyme! What about all those beloved nursery rhymes? Surely they had laid the foundation for rhyming picture books.
I put the ideas for rhyming stories on my I’d-Better-Not-Do-It list, and there they stayed until I became involved in a good critique group. The writers in that group started to sell their stories, and those stories were written in rhyme. And it wasn’t just an occasional rhyming story that sold. They sold consistently. Like magic, within three years, members of the group sold a total of thirty-six books. Twenty-seven of those were written in rhyme. Then I sold three picture book manuscripts—all written in rhyme.
“Thankful’s my name. Singing praises is my game,”
said Dainty Daisy as she spread her own special
dose of Thansksgiving Day cheer.
“How can I be thankful,” whined Petula Pendergraff, “My Dad is sick. “
As always a special thanks goes out to Alice Smith @clipart4resale for her wonderful graphics. Not only is she a talented graphic artist but she is the best sister.
http://www.darcypattison.com I am always searching for ways to help my critique group members become better writers.
Darcy Pattison’s website is fabulous. It is full of in-depth articles and tips to help anyone who wants to write become a better picture book writer. Check it out.