As you can see, I’m too busy to blog! Looking for some motivation to get your manuscript ideas down on the page? Check out Julie Hedlund’s 12 x 12 Writing Challenge: draft 12 picture book manuscripts in 12 months. Hope to see you there!
Check out Tara Lazar’s inspiring blog to join the Picture Book Idea Month–30 new picture book ideas in 30 days. This will be my first time to pursue my writing goals so ambitiously. Wish me luck!
This is a great intro to the blog Shelf Awareness–for readers and book professionals–from The Librarian Who Doesn’t Say Shhh. Check them both out!
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You may have noticed that I recently added a button to the right sidebar of my blog offering giveaways from Shelf Awareness, but I realize that I didn’t take the time to explain what the button it about. Or what Shelf Awareness even is!
Shelf Awareness is one of my favorite little discoveries as a blogger. It’s a newsletter sent out to readers and book professionals (there are two versions). I subscribe to the book professionals newsletter, which comes to my inbox Monday-Friday. Wonder how I keep on top of new releases and bookish news? Often I get that information from Shelf Awareness. I’ve been a subscriber for about a year.
One of my favorite things about Shelf Awareness is the ads in the newsletter. These often offer previews of upcoming titles, and sometimes even chances to win ARCs. I’ve actually collected quite a few of my ARCs through the…
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You never think it will happen to your family. And then it does.
Last Thursday, my 65-year old mom and 86-year old grandma were evacuated by bucket loader from their riverside home in Lyons, CO. Sirens began sounding from the town at 2 a.m. that morning, but on the far side of the river my mom and grandma could hear nothing over the roaring river. They slept through the early calls for evacuation.
At 5:30 a.m. the housekeeper called, awakening my mother. The house was already surrounded by water, the river lapping at the underside of the porches. Several calls to 911 later, they were still in the house. Since the water had not yet entered, no plans for evacuation were made. A bit later the head of a local construction company called to check on them. Soon after, the head of the Department of Publics work arrived with his bucket loader. With the help of three water rescue workers, they lifted my grandmother into the muddy bucket of that machine. By that time the water was already up to the doorknob of my grandfather’s old shop. With the cell phone tower down, it was hours before we heard from my mother that they were safe. Many people are still missing. Many families have still not heard from their loved ones.
By Friday the flooding had gotten so bad that the entire town of approximately 2,000 people–the place where I spent all my summers growing up–had to be evacuated.
My mom and grandma spent one night in the evacuation center at Lyons Elementary School,
where my grandfather taught for many years, and another day and night at LifeBridge Church in Longmont, before they were ready to move again. Now safely situated with my brother and sister-in-law, they wait.
The town of Lyons is working hard to restore power, sewage and water to its residents. Meanwhile, displaced townsfolk wait in lines for limited passes to get back to their properties: to assess the damage, gather their valuables, and leave without flushing a single toilet for fear of overloading Lyons’ tenuous system. Not even yet enough time to grieve.
On Friday, more than a week of weather after the initial flooding, my mom and brother will finally get to see what mark the river has left on the home my grandparents built, the home that brought my entire family together in the summers, for homemade ice cream and river tubing, horseshoes and dominoes and stories around the kitchen table.
I don’t usually blog about the news, but this time the news really hit home.
If you want to help, please look into the donation campaigns below. Please consider posting links to your other social media. This beautiful town and its residents will need all the help they can get to rebuild.
DONATE HERE to the Lyons Community Foundation/Flood Relief, part of the Boulder Community Foundation. Click the green Donate Now button and be sure to designate Lyons Community Foundation/Flood Relief from the drop-down menu to direct your donation to the town and people of Lyons.
Or consider putting one of these on the counter at work:
- Look closely and you’ll find my folks here: what brave, stalwart women!
- National Guard evacuates more than 550 people from Lyons, Colorado following floods – @denverpost (denverpost.com)
- Lyons family reunited at their home after St. Vrain flooding (denverpost.com)
- New vacuations ordered as rain pounds Colorado flood areas (denverpost.com)
- ‘We lost absolutely everything we own’ (cnn.com)
- Former students ‘moving mountains’ in search for missing Lyons man (kdvr.com)
- Rescues accelerate as floodwater inundates Colo. (kansascity.com)
- Colorado flooding: Residents return, but some find no home (fox13now.com)
Summer’s over, but some great ideas are eternal. Besides, here in the CA Bay Area, we have a solid month of summer weather left. I had to reblog this post, just to have it handy for easy reference. You’ll find my own ideas for keeping little ones engaged with their world in my post, Spring Break Blues.
- 61 “Summer Fun” Activities, Crafts, and Games for Kids! (melissaanddoug.com)
- 8 Fun Summer Activity Ideas For Kids (familyfocusblog.com)
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I grew up on the West coast where going to camp is not prevalent like it is on the East Coast. Summer as a kid meant hanging out outside exploring and swimming. Now that it’s not the 70’s I have to be a little more creative on how we spend our time. We like to use the summer for time to get away from the hectic schedule of school and activities. However, it’s not a free for all.
Parent’s required activities (If the kids say they are bored they are required to do something from this list in addition to the daily requirements):
1. Older kids have to complete a large summer project. Our 11 year old is going to write a book this summer, our 8 year old is learning to play guitar, and our 5 year old is working on reading.
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BG: Do that look down thing!
006: (big, reluctant sigh) Ooookaaay. Look under there!
BG: (who is supposed to say, “Under where?” Get it? The joke already happened, and you missed it) Look up!
006: Oh, brother, I hate this joke!
BG: It’s just for fun!
006: (dramatically) I’m too old for this!
006: Mom, how do you spell “eye-cup”?
It’s been two years since I looked up from nursing my youngest, and realized that soon it would be time to figure out what I was going to do next. On the best of days, I can do about 80% of the stay-at-home parent thing—for the other 20%, everybody had better clear out of my way. We’ve managed fine by finessing our weekly schedule; I get just enough time away to maintain my sanity in this rewarding and challenging role of “mom.” But in four years, both my kids would be in elementary school. The time for me to find something else to do with myself was imminent. Dedicating my education and intelligence to ever more perfect stacks of laundry could not be my destiny.
So two years ago I made a decision. Instead of:
- figuring out what I wanted to do next,
- updating my training,
- getting a job, and
- learning to do a new job,
I would instead put all that time and energy into learning how to make money doing what I really love—writing.
There, I’ve said it. My naked ambition is on the table. Don’t worry, I’m not about to start asking you for money (although I don’t promise that I never will). I want to learn how to take the writing I do from the pages of my notebook to the pages in readers’ hands.
So there it is. After a lifetime of writing, I’ve finally owned up to what I am and what I want to be: a writer. A paid writer. The “paid” part is important. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve no interest in the money apart from this: if my writing brings in an income—any income—it justifies my time away from making school lunches and monitoring the bandaid supply.
Decision made, done deal, right? You know the answer to that. But I will say this, the last two years I’ve spent dedicated to this new future I’ve chosen are starting to pay off. I haven’t signed with my dream agent, no book deals, nothing like that. But the firsts are starting to pile up, and that feels good:
- First conversation (followed by many more since) in which I feel like my Fictional Husband (FH) understands that I really am a writer, and what that means for us.
- First time attending the Book Passage Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators Conference (2012), now an annual event in my writing life.
- First time joining a writing group of strangers (Temescal Writers, my inspiration and my home).
- First solo writing retreat (look for a separate post, coming soon).
- First manuscript complete (closely followed by several more).
- First time submitting a manuscript to an agent.
- First time attending my regional meeting of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI), and best of all
- MY FIRST REJECTION!
My response to this first rejection—a form email from an agency that I greatly admire and was certainly a long shot—might surprise you. Rather than feeling deflated or discouraged, what I felt was…initiated. I am now doing what I want to be doing: writing and working toward publication, with more or less success, depending on my expectations and time frame. I felt liberated. They don’t want it? I am free to find the person who does. I felt excited. Who will get the next shot at collaborating with me on the making of this book?
Being rejected means that I was considered. And that’s a huge accomplishment in my writing life to date. I can live with that, for now.
This article is part of the Writer’s Passage series, chronicling the journey of one writer into the rabbit hole of children’s book publishing.
Yesterday my son, Agent 006, got this letter in the mail from his soon-to-be-second grade teacher. It included Magic Confetti, to help him sleep well on the night before school.
Thanks, Mrs. J! My son is not the only person who will be starting school totally confident that he has the best teacher in the whole wide world. I slept like Mama Bear in her cave last night.
So here’s a special wish for all teachers today–may your first day of school be promising and fun! Thank you for all that you have already done for the families and children you lead deeper into a learned life. You are truly appreciated.
This article is part of amomnextdoor’s Magic Apple series: sharing ideas for magic moments with kids.
I recently sat in an airport waiting area and watched an eight-year old girl play contentedly with her fingers, albeit in a slightly bored sort of way, for fifteen minutes. She may have gone even longer than that, but I was too busy entertaining my iPhone-addicted three-year old to notice. And a three-year old in full withdrawal ain’t pretty.
I always feel like a rotten parent when I hand my kid the iPhone. Yes, it’s so cute how the tiniest one-year old already knows how to swipe and tap. Mildly amusing when the two-year old accidentally calls the Philippines. Only a minor hassle when the three-year old deletes seven apps and all their data. Sort of embarrassing when the four-year old happens to find an indiscreet photo in the camera roll. Really embarrassing when the five-year old reads aloud from the iPhone screen, “Mom, what does l-i-c-k spell?” And a royal pain-in-the-ass when the six-year old throws a temper tantrum because you have to use the iPhone to, like, call someone, then spends the next thirty minutes in jittery, aggressive withdrawal from his favorite video game.
Yes, that’s what we used to call them—“video games.” “App” sounds so innocuous by comparison. I haven’t yet run across the slew of articles titled “Apps Increase Violent Behavior in Children!” Yet I feel uneasy with the amount of screen time my young kids get, when screens are so portable and absorbing. So I decided that for this flight to Grandma’s, we were going to try old-fashioned entertainment. Thumb-twiddling and looking out the window would do for a start, but I was insecure about traveling completely deviceless. So I put together an Airplane Entertainment Kit and decided to use the three-hour flight for beta testing.
So it turns out that I don’t write much in the summer. You’ve noticed.
Our family is now fully steeped in its current incarnation: Agent 006 in elementary school, about to start second grade next week, and the Birthday Girl (still three in spite of intervening birthdays which refused to have anything to do with her) in preschool twice a week. With the help of our marvelous babysitter, I manage to extend those few childless hours into a ten-hour-a-week writing practice (not including late nights and “I just have to go to the bathroom” quick ducks into the writing studio for stolen moments with the page).
But somehow children and travel have completely absorbed my time and attention this season, rolled up my writing practice like an old wool rug nobody needs when it’s hot out and the lawn sprinklers call us to summer’s baptism of heat. And it’s impossible for me to feel guilty about it. I know what’s really happening.
Summer is my growing season, but story doesn’t grow on the same schedule as the vegetal world. Travel, my children’s inches and appetites, long, sweet hours at the pool and beach–I can feel myself soaking it all in like the browning of my skin. The fields of my story lie fallow in the summer; the children and I play together in the rich dirt. My fields may look as empty as the pages of my journal or as inert as my blog statistics, but I feel small creatures stirring underground. I feel the bursting of seeds, straining toward the light of back-to-school fall routines. Soon, I will be able to water these fields once more with scattered showers of solitude. With just those scraps of nourishment, and the discipline of the hoe, the stories will grow forth again.
Please stay tuned for these new series of articles, and more, coming this fall:
Little Travelers: Tips for parents and kids on traveling to destinations near and far, exotic and quotidian.
A Writer’s Passage: Wisdom shared from the June 2013 Book Passage Conference for Children’s Book Authors and Illustrators, as it intersects with my life as a writer and mother of two.
The Beleaguered Kitchen: Ideas for creating nutritional family meals under duress
Bites from the Magic Apple: Strokes of parenting genius shared
See you soon!
Related articles, in which other writers say it better than I do:
- Summertime and the writing’s easy…or not (jessaslade.wordpress.com)
- Fallow Beauty (cityjackdaw.wordpress.com)
Photo credit: Thanks to Paul Schultz for adding “Fallow Field” to the Creative Commons.