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Monthly Archives: August 2011
White Space
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Out Takes
Last year, my webmaster finally convinced me that I really should have a blog. For years I’ve resisted because let’s face it, there are millions of wonderful blogs out there, and what did I have to add to the conversation? He just said, “it should be fun.”
Fun? The prospect of posting something worth reading on a somewhat regular basis made my eyes cross. It didn’t sound fun. And besides, wouldn’t I just be repeating things that were better said by others? That’s when I found my Flip Cam. Now, I’m no videographer, or even a photographer. To be honest, I don’t really have an eye for either. But there was something so unintrusive about my little camera that it called to me.
It was easy to use, small enough to carry in my pocket, and the price was right. The love affair began.
What I’ve discovered in my year as video maven is that I’ve learned to see stories in a new way, a more visual way. It seems trite to say it, but I’ve learned something about “seeing.” While it’s a different type of storytelling, it’s storytelling nonetheless.
Indeed, there are many ways that the process of putting together a video resembles the writing of a story. I recently finished a draft of a novel, and in this particular revision, the major key I hit was “delete.” And that is true for most of my work. I tend to overwrite, to write “long and wide” as one of my mentors once suggested. So, the work of revision is a lot about deleting.
It’s hard because often the things that need to be omitted are the small moments of wonder that I just love, but that really do not contribute to the story, and in fact can drag a story down. It’s not so different with film clips. A video requires a lot of takes and retakes, and usually there is far more material than anyone can possibly use. But to quote Jane Yolen, “don’t throw anything away.” She believes that there is worth in everything and you never know when you might need a particular character or passage or scene in some other story. So, “kill the darlings,” yes, but hang onto the notion of reincarnation.
It’s no different with video. Thus, I have created a montage for you from some of my favorite small clips taken this past year, just for your viewing.
What’s the moral here? Well, once in a while, it’s not a bad idea to sift through those old pieces of writing that you’ve taken a pair of scissors to, and see if there’s any value there. You might be able to string them into a poem. You might be able to figure out the story you couldn’t see at first glance. Who knows? You might have fun.
Kathi Appelt
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Picture Books About Grownups?
Advice for writing picture books often includes this: your protagonist should be a child. Yet many of my favorites quite blatantly ignore this received wisdom. In fact, several of my own picture books star grownups. I am a questioning sort of person, so for my first VCFA blog post, let us investigate the topic.[1]
Some of my ponderings:
*I am not, in fact, a child. On the other hand, I do know quite a bit about what it is to be a child. On the other hand (I have three hands), I am interested in the lives of all ages. Old, young, in between. Why shouldn’t children have similar interests? Don’t children want and need to read about something other than themselves? Aren’t they fascinated by the things people do? *Aren’t children, like adults, fascinated by the greater world?
*Lots of picture books feature animals (‘people in fur’), some of whom are not identifiable by age. Yes, two of the three bears are parents and one is a baby. But frog and toad? And so many others? They’re grownups.
*Then there is the idea of courage, of breaking the rules, of ignoring the prevailing wisdom, of taking risks as a writer.
*And of following one’s own passions and writing from one’s own heart. Obviously the picture book writer’s heart often involves children. But sometimes it does not. In my BALLET OF THE ELEPHANTS, for example, there are no children, but it was a book I simply had to write; a story that obsessed me for months.
The challenge, as I see it, is to make any picture book, whether about inanimate objects, actual children, or grownups, brilliant on its own terms and enticing enough that it demands rereading. That’s all. Simple.
So here is a list (title and author, no bibliographic info) of some of my favorites that are NOT centered around the lives of children. There are many, many more. Is there anything wrong with any of them? Not in my humble opinion. Are they all picture book biographies, which are often about adults? No. Do they have intriguing characters who face problems and take action, just like many picture books about children? Yes. And I didn’t include hundreds of eligible folktale retellings.
Agee, Jon. Milo’s Hat Trick and Terrific
Allard, Harry. Miss Nelson is Missing (yes, I know there are children here)
Blake, Quentin. Mrs. Armitage and the Big Wave and Cockatoos
Blos, Joan. Old Henry
Bodecker, N. M. Hurry, Hurry, Mary Dear
Burton, Virginia Lee. Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel
Christelow, Eileen. Five Dog Night
Cole, Brock. Buttons
Coleridge, Ann. The Friends of Emily Culpepper (a very weird and wonderful book, OP)
Cooney, Barbara. Miss Rumphius
Cronin, Doreen. Click, Clack, Moo: Cows That Type (Animals, but I’m sneaking this in)
DePaola, Tomie. Strega Nona
Dunrea, Olivier. The Painter Who Loved Chickens
Ernst, Lisa Campbell. Sam Johnson and the Blue Ribbon Quilt
Fleischman, Sid. The Scarebird
Gag, Wanda. Millions of Cats
Goffstein, M.B. A Little Schubert
Hall, Donald. Ox Cart Man
Hurst, Carol. Rocks in His Head
Jackson, Shelley. The Old Woman and the Wave
Macaulay, David. Angelo
Martin, Jacqueline Briggs. Snowflake Bentley (a picture book bio, but it’s got to be here)
Gerstein, Mordicai. The Man Who Walked Between the Towers and Sparrow Jack
Pinkwater, Daniel. Aunt Lulu
Rathmann, Peggy. Officer Buckle and Gloria and Goodnight, Gorilla
Root, Phyllis. The Aunt Nancy books
Rylant, Cynthia. Mr. Putter and Tabby series; The Old Woman Who Named Things
Schubert, Leda. Here Comes Darrell (Tricked you. I wrote it.)
Slobodkina, Esphyr. Caps for Sale
Stead, Philip C. A Sick Day for Amos McGee
Stewart, Sarah. The Library
Taback, Simms. Joseph Had a Little Overcoat
Thurber, James. The Great Quillow (I named one of my dogs Quillow)
Timberlake, Amy. The Dirty Cowboy
Wagner, Jenny. John Brown, Rose, and the Midnight Cat
Yorinks, Arthur. Company’s Coming (one of the funniest books ever written); Louis the Fish
AND SO MANY MORE. What are some of your favorites? And what do you think?
Posted by Leda Schubert
[1] I had already written this post when I opened up the May/June Horn Book and discovered that Leonard Marcus wrote on the same topic. Too late for me to revise! But please check out his article, which is excellent.
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Creative Procrastination
When it comes to writing, I’m usually the jump-in-with-both-feet type. But this time around, for some reason, I’ve been spending a lot of time dipping my toes in the water first. Maybe it’s because I’m working on something so different — my first middle-grade novel. Or maybe it’s just that I want to take more time getting to know who this character is a lot better first. I want to hear his voice before I start counting words on a page and setting deadlines.
Here are some of the things I’ve been doing while I sit with my toes dangling into the pool. (And yes, I’ve decided to call it creative procrastination, well, so I won’t feel so bad for not having that many pages written yet!)
Journaling: I love notebooks and fountain pens, so naturally I like keeping a journal. But when I’m trying to learn about new characters (the main and secondary characters), I try journaling from each of their points of view. I might have my characters write about a day in the story where I’m feeling a little stuck, as a way to figure out what’s going on in each character’s head that day. Or I’ll have them write more generic journal entries where they reveal their happiest day; an event that made them realize things would never be the same again; a day they wish they could have a do-over; a time when they felt left out, etc. Ask your characters what they would like you to know about them!
Researching: Procrastinating by researching is a great way to look like you’re working! I’ve been reading psychology and sociology books lately, just to give myself a frame of reference for some of the issues my character will be experiencing — you know, if I ever actually write the novel! Reading books, watching films, talking to people with first-hand knowledge of the topics you’re writing about, and traveling to settings in your novel are all great ways to understand your characters and the world they live in a little better.
Daydreaming: Sometimes it’s helpful to put the pen down or turn off the computer and just stare off into space and try to see your characters and hear how they sound. At times the clakity clak of the keyboard can be distracting. Don’t be afraid to do nothing in the name of creativity!
Acting: Go out in the world as your character! Notice what she would notice, do the things she would do, etc. I know, I know, this can be kind of strange, so you have to be careful, especially if your character is an animal or something! You don’t want the neighbors to talk about you after you crawl down the street on your hands and knees! The goal here is to try to experience the world as your character for short periods of time. Go to the mall and try to see it all from your character’s point of view. Follow where she’d want to go and look at the things she’d want to buy. When you come home ask yourself, “How would my character view my neighborhood? My home? What would she notice in my house? What would she want to do first? How would she feel here?”
Eavesdropping: If you’re feeling out of touch with your characters and his world, maybe you need to reacquaint yourself with kids who are the same age as your character. Find out where the kids hang out and watch and listen to them. Watch their gestures and how they say things. Record their dialogue. Yes, I realize this might appear kind of, um, creepy to other people. You don’t want to be arrested for being that weirdo adult who stares at kids! So be subtle about your eavesdropping. Do something else while you’re stalking, um, I mean, eavesdropping. Write in your notebook, or read, or act like you’re listening to your iPod. Pretend you’re an anthropologist studying kids in the wild!
These are just a few ways to feel like you’re writing while not actually getting anything accomplished. But seriously, I find this kind of pre-writing invaluable. And with enough of this kind of preparation, you’ll be in much better shape when you’re finally ready to dive in!
What other creative procrastination techniques do you have?
~Coe~
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Falling Hard for an Old Poem, and an Old Poet
I’m scared of poetry. Sometimes because I don’t understand it, and feel stupid, sometimes because it feels annoyingly cloying. But when I hear or read a poem I like, I’m struck by lightening. It lodges somewhere in me and keeps reverberating.
When Philip Levine was announced as our new Poet Laureate on August 10th, I heard his poetry for the first time. I fell, and fell hard, for his poem, “What Work Is.”
In just a few lines, it has everything I try for in my writing. A character caught in tough times, an evocative setting, and an unexpected leap to intense, complex emotions.
(Men waiting outside city mission. Iowa, 1940, Library of Congress.)
Here’s a short interview on Fresh Air which includes his reading the poem:
And the Library of Congress has set up a terrific website if you want more info.
Posted by Elizabeth Partridge
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Reading to Find Out What Happens?
A little Friday appetizer from Time Newslink:
A recent study shows that people enjoy movies, books and other stories when they know the ending ahead of time.
Nicholas Christenfeld, a University of California, San Diego professor of social psychology, along with Jonathan Leavitt, a PhD candidate at UC San Diego studying psychology, organized an experiment where volunteers were given three stories of different genres, written by well-known authors such as John Updike and Anton Chekhov. One of those stories had a spoiler in a separate paragraph, another had the spoiler worked into the opening paragraph and a last one did not have any hint of the ending. Participants typically enjoyed the stories with the spoiler at the very beginning the most, even when the story had an unexpected twist ending or was a murder mystery.
Apparently we’re going to get the full scoop in September’s Psychological Science but in the meantime, is this good news for the plot-challenged among us?
-Sarah Ellis
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The Sun (or Moon) God Will Not Hear Your Prayers — Uma Krishnaswami
Remember that old Tintin comic, “Prisoners of the Sun?” The little group of intrepid travelers is being held captive by those villainous Incas. A burning glass focusing the sun’s rays is about to light their pyre. They’re waiting to go up in flames. We’re 5 pages from the end.
Then Tintin speaks up. “Stay, Huascar!…The Sun God will not hear your prayers!”
“?” “?” say the thought balloons of the villainous natives.
Our hero then calls upon the sun to hide his face if the sacrifice is not his will. A little humorous aside ensues between Captain Haddock and Professor Calculus. Then–billions of blue blistering barnacles!–darkness falls. The Incas beg for mercy. Tintin “commands” the sun to come back, and in a couple of frames, there it is, up in the sky once more.
The secret lies in a little scrap of newspaper tidily placed several pages earlier, that just happens to show an upcoming eclipse. Tintin pores over it, figures it out, claims that the day is Capt. Haddock’s birthday and requests the execution be scheduled on that day. Cunningly he asks for it to happen in time to catch the crucial celestial event and for some reason their captors agree. This is probably related to the innate foolishness of the Incas. Strangely enough, the Incas seem not to know about eclipses, although surely they have seen them before.
Here’s an interesting post on the subject from Beachcombing’s Bizarre History Blog. Herge, it seems, regretted using the eclipse in this way. But he had good company. Mark Twain, and before him H. Rider Haggard had similarly capitalized on the stupidity of natives. Twain turned Rider Haggard’s colonial dichotomy on its head by locating the ignoramuses in England and letting Hank the visitor learn a thing or two. Others, including my childhood introduction to the eclipse gimmick, The Secret Mountain by Enid Blyton, are unabashed in their portrayal of ignorant savages.
It’s safe to say that pulling an eclipse out of your sleeve is unlikely to bail out a storyline that needs work. The sun (or moon) god will not hear your prayers.
Do historical events get the last laugh? There’s a Columbus story about an eclipse, in which the people he encountered are depicted as having been terrified by a predicted eclipse in just this way. That of course does not mean it’s going to work in fiction. And then too, we only have one version of the story.
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Front Porches, Classical Vases, and Question Marks
I have been sitting still today, thinking about whether sitting still is a good idea.
For a long time now, the easy answer to that would have been “Yes – good idea.” But I can hear the idea of forward movement singing to me like a siren.
An image comes to me from an art history class in my undergraduate days at UC-Berkeley: A vase, painted by someone called “The Siren Painter,” from about 500 B.C. On the vase is an image of Odysseus tied to a mast, the winged sirens tempting him and his crew toward shpwreck on the jagged rocks….
Of course, I’m not exactly taking the terms “sittling still” and “moving forward” literally. Both conditions are a state of mind, and both are also writing strategies – the language we use in our writing either lingers or moves ahead.
Sitting still involves slowing down all the nervous energy (or whatever part of my brain ushers in the constant noise-noise-noise, ba-boom-ba-boom ba-boom do-this-do-this-do-this) and allowing in more of the nuanced sensory input. When my body is still I hear birds whistling, I hear a neighbor sawing wood, I taste the cold red cherry on my tongue, I hear wind in the crabapple leaves, I notice two crows flying by, I smell the lavendar, I feel sunshine on my skin. I even feel, as Sarah Ellis felt in an earlier post, the pleasure of a pencil in my hand. No sensory detail goes in automatically, nothing is unnoticed when I sit still – instead, all my senses function with deliberation. My body recalibrates the volume and the speed at which the world confronts me.
Movement forward, on the other hand, gets me someplace. I don’t just notice what’s around me. I accept the adventure of ending up in new territory. Alain De Botton, in his book The Art of Travel, asks us to consider the appeal of going somewhere new. Sometimes, he says, we are drawn toward the exotic. Disappointingly, he reminds us, we sometimes take our old selves along for the ride. Wonderful book. I try to put it into the hands of all my friends, along with his other thought-provokingl book, Status Anxiety, which – now that I think of it – questions our push to achieve, achieve, achieve. The drive to achieve also involves momentum – the desire to climb, yes? De Botton and I, it seems, have a shared curiosity about this thing called movement.
So I’m thinking about these mysteries – my body, my writing, the seasons, the future – as I sit still on my porch today. Deep Thoughts, which are fine for now, since it’s summer, and Northrop Frye tells us summer is the season of full belief, the season we can allow ourselves to be less guarded. I know later I’ll have shallow thoughts about what kind of sandwich to fix for lunch or wintery, murderous thoughts about weeds in my garden. But for now, some deep thoughts will do no harm. I tell myself I have room for the love of both sitting still and moving. But I’ve been playing it safe for a long time. Adventure appeals less. Why?
Maybe it’s because I believe God is in the details. My stillness then would be about staying in a space that is sacred. Details blur when you move, but maybe it’s time for something a little less heavenly, a little messing about, a little suspense, a little action? Is itime to get my hands dirty? I can feel my heart rate going up. Why does movement forward feel almost transgressive?
Sitting still – is it the strategy of lyric poetry? Movement forward – is it the stategy of fiction? I keep promising myself I’ll write some fiction, but “Oh, my god,” says that little voice in my head again,”fiction requires a plot, and plots move forward.” Now my heart is really pounding. Here come the sirens, here come the jagged rocks…!!
Odd thought: If this were a race, sitting still would be winning. That’s counter-intuitive, isn’t it? Sitting still runs faster than running ahead? Another odd thought: Do other writers out there wonder why the word “maybe” ends up in so much of their work? Do they wonder why their writing is filled with question marks?
Karl Kraus, the Austrian satirist and poet, once said, “A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer.” Maybe I’ll sit on my porch a bit longer, riddling away. Yes, I’ll do that. Mark Twain knew how to sit on a porch. I’ll practice being Mark Twain. But no piloting a steamboat down the Mississippi River. Not today.
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Imagination and the Loss of Words — Uma Krishnaswami
This year, in between deadlines, I’ve returned to a work in progress. It was orginally sparked by a place and fueled by drawing a map of an imagined version of that place. All this in response to a lecture on maps and imaginary worlds by the wonderful Julie Larios. So I’ve been thinking about the imagination and what it is. This sometimes leads me back to the fascinating series run for a time by the Philoctetes Center. The center itself is alas no more, but the video archive still exists on YouTube.
And then I found this in a post to the Hamline MFA faculty blog (now with alum and student contributors as well), The Storyteller’s Inkpot: Jackie Briggs Martin on the story of poet Marie Ponsot.
Snippet from Jackie’s post:
There is so much that I love about this story. The lifetime of writing because it gave her pleasure, the acclaim that eventually came, the persistence–sheer determination– after the ransacking. It stiffens my spine.
Snippet from the NYT article on Marie Ponsot’s struggle with aphasia:
Even so, she was able to accurately repeat a piece of advice that she had passed on for decades: anyone who wants to write should find 10 minutes a day.
What strange and terrible landscapes the body can produce in the mind.
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