Ten Five Things I Wish We'd Had Time to Cover at SCBWI

Five…four…three…two…one. Anonymity.

Sadly (and yet…) I have to leave the Conference today. No more name tags on a lanyard around my neck to make me cringe as people bend to study them (or, worse, for me to forget, and then wander around Beverly Hills advertising my name like a dork), and no more of the word ‘Faculty’ reminding me that I should be more helpful and assist people in finding their conference rooms (okay, I’d do that anyway, but this time people actually looked to me. Which was sad, since I actually walked into a dead-end hallway trying to find an exit. Twice.). Probably the nicest thing about being a screen name instead of a real-life person will be the lack of cameras (ahem). I hate to leave early, because there’s still so much great stuff, but final revisions for my next novel (!!!!) — and preparing for a massive garage sale — beckon.

Since the haze of horror from actually having to speak in public is somewhat fading, I’ve been analyzing what we said — and what I dearly wished we’d had a chance to cover… and cover again… and cover again… and repeat (but it was only an hour, thankfully… and alas). These are a few points I would wish anyone wanting to know about the kidlitosphere blogworld to ponder:

1.) There is a difference between we bloggers who are writers, and bloggers who are readers and reviewers and book ‘recommenders’ – and a difference between booksellers and librarians and parents and teachers. We have different points of view. We introduced ourselves to indicate to you where we came from in our different walks of life. We are not all the same. There is, however, a similarity as well. We. All. Love. Books. That’s why the kidlit blogosphere exists.

2.) Our talk was not about what blogging could do for you. Our talk was about what blogging and the kidlitosphere has done for us. There is still time to attend a session by C.L. Smith (or Roxyanne Young or any of the people who list blogging and finance together) and get more of the other angle. Check your Conference schedule.

3.) Our talk was not a how-to of blogging, and we’re really sorry if people came to our presentation expecting a network lesson. Do a search on ‘how to blog’ or check blogger.com for step-by-step details to create your own. We learned by trial and error — we firmly believe that you can, too.

4.) We never intended to provide marketing assistance to any one population (we’re lookin’ at YOU, Oz.). We do not presume to have read all the books in the world, including yours, so any confrontational accusation that we haven’t reviewed your book? Means… nothing. We still might not review your book. We don’t run a review service. However. Many bloggers in the kidlitosphere are contacted regularly by publishers and have books sent to them. We love books, and we’re always happy to get more. This does not constitute any kind of agreement to review your book, advertise for you, or … anything, really. Which leads me to another thought, which is not really a point, but more of a soapbox rant from observing some weird interactions yesterday, so we won’t count it:

(Aside:) Blogging is a largely anonymous pursuit. As the moon only shows one face, so do you only know one facet of any blogger you ‘think’ you know. For instance, Nerdfighter you may know yourself to be, you do not know John Green. Cult of Castellucci? I’m all over it. But you won’t see me running up to the poor woman and flinging myself at her. I’m just sayin’.

5.) Our corner of the kidlitosphere is more about dialoguing about children’s literature, because that is our area of interest to us, than it is about any particular aspect of our professional careers – developing or promoting ourselves as authors. As authors, we tend to be inward looking, and focus so closely on our own work that we lose sight of the rest of our milieu. Blogging helps me, at least, balance that laser-focus with a view of other worlds, other books and styles I might not encounter, and other people.

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Okay, I wanted to rant for ten things? But John Green speaks on All Writing is Rewriting at 9:30, and then there’s Tamora Pierce morning workshop, so I’ll get back to this…

Ten Five Things I Wish We’d Had Time to Cover at SCBWI

Five…four…three…two…one. Anonymity.

Sadly (and yet…) I have to leave the Conference today. No more name tags on a lanyard around my neck to make me cringe as people bend to study them (or, worse, for me to forget, and then wander around Beverly Hills advertising my name like a dork), and no more of the word ‘Faculty’ reminding me that I should be more helpful and assist people in finding their conference rooms (okay, I’d do that anyway, but this time people actually looked to me. Which was sad, since I actually walked into a dead-end hallway trying to find an exit. Twice.). Probably the nicest thing about being a screen name instead of a real-life person will be the lack of cameras (ahem). I hate to leave early, because there’s still so much great stuff, but final revisions for my next novel (!!!!) — and preparing for a massive garage sale — beckon.

Since the haze of horror from actually having to speak in public is somewhat fading, I’ve been analyzing what we said — and what I dearly wished we’d had a chance to cover… and cover again… and cover again… and repeat (but it was only an hour, thankfully… and alas). These are a few points I would wish anyone wanting to know about the kidlitosphere blogworld to ponder:

1.) There is a difference between we bloggers who are writers, and bloggers who are readers and reviewers and book ‘recommenders’ – and a difference between booksellers and librarians and parents and teachers. We have different points of view. We introduced ourselves to indicate to you where we came from in our different walks of life. We are not all the same. There is, however, a similarity as well. We. All. Love. Books. That’s why the kidlit blogosphere exists.

2.) Our talk was not about what blogging could do for you. Our talk was about what blogging and the kidlitosphere has done for us. There is still time to attend a session by C.L. Smith (or Roxyanne Young or any of the people who list blogging and finance together) and get more of the other angle. Check your Conference schedule.

3.) Our talk was not a how-to of blogging, and we’re really sorry if people came to our presentation expecting a network lesson. Do a search on ‘how to blog’ or check blogger.com for step-by-step details to create your own. We learned by trial and error — we firmly believe that you can, too.

4.) We never intended to provide marketing assistance to any one population (we’re lookin’ at YOU, Oz.). We do not presume to have read all the books in the world, including yours, so any confrontational accusation that we haven’t reviewed your book? Means… nothing. We still might not review your book. We don’t run a review service. However. Many bloggers in the kidlitosphere are contacted regularly by publishers and have books sent to them. We love books, and we’re always happy to get more. This does not constitute any kind of agreement to review your book, advertise for you, or … anything, really. Which leads me to another thought, which is not really a point, but more of a soapbox rant from observing some weird interactions yesterday, so we won’t count it:

(Aside:) Blogging is a largely anonymous pursuit. As the moon only shows one face, so do you only know one facet of any blogger you ‘think’ you know. For instance, Nerdfighter you may know yourself to be, you do not know John Green. Cult of Castellucci? I’m all over it. But you won’t see me running up to the poor woman and flinging myself at her. I’m just sayin’.

5.) Our corner of the kidlitosphere is more about dialoguing about children’s literature, because that is our area of interest to us, than it is about any particular aspect of our professional careers – developing or promoting ourselves as authors. As authors, we tend to be inward looking, and focus so closely on our own work that we lose sight of the rest of our milieu. Blogging helps me, at least, balance that laser-focus with a view of other worlds, other books and styles I might not encounter, and other people.

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Okay, I wanted to rant for ten things? But John Green speaks on All Writing is Rewriting at 9:30, and then there’s Tamora Pierce morning workshop, so I’ll get back to this…

Ficktion Friday: Trojan Bulls

“So, who do you think put it there?”

“I dunno, Miss Lane. It was jus’… there.”

“Seriously? You folks just …woke up this morning, and there was a bull in your pasture?”

“Yep. Dunny got wind of it a ruckus outside, started makin’ a racket, and he ran around ‘til he just about fell over. Next thing we knowed, there was a gol’danged bull in the back pasture.”

All right. Ruckus, passing out… bull.

Dear Diary:

It had seemed like an easy call. For once, Harvey sent me, with my newly minted journalism degree, out of the office to cover a call that wasn’t a City Council meeting, and I’d jumped at it. Sure, he hadn’t sent me along with a photographer, but I’d treated it like a serious story nonetheless. Putting on a touch of lipstick, I’d shrugged into my mostly wool blazer, and had driven out to the farm in my brand new leather heels. And now, here I was, jotting down notes on… a UFO call.

It was massive, a scarred rusty edifice of pitted red metal, roughly the size of a water tower. A narrow ladder – looking too rickety to be trustworthy to climb upon – led to a hatch on the head. I was assured that the police had been there, had checked things out, and that the bull was empty. There were no human footprints on the ground, only a series of scratches, which could have come from anything. The police were dismissing it as a prank.

The yokel was a total caricature of a farmer – peach-down on his cheeks, blue chambray shirt, a cowlick in his straggling gray hair. His son or his ranch hand – was this Dunny? – had remained silent so far, which wasn’t making me any more comfortable. I’d glanced his direction a few times, to gauge his reaction to the older man’s line of patter, but his face was a closed book.

Darn that Harvey. He would send me out on some stupid call like this.

“Miss? You listenin’ to me, Miss?”

“Yes. I’m listening. And is this Dunny?” I nod to the young man, glancing into his slate gray eyes.

“No, this here’s Freddie, our new hand. He came right along last night, he did, and a good thing, too. Didn’t none of the others want to go out today, after that there Dunny raised such a fuss. Was scared to death, scared like I never seen him.”

“Freddie?” I begin, feeling stupid, “Did you see or hear anything strange before… when the bull appeared in the back pasture?”

“No, ma’am.” Freddie’s voice is deep, slow and sonorous, perhaps what a bull would sound like if it spoke aloud.

“And so you saw nothing… Okay. So your information comes from… Dunny with regard to the …appearance of the bull?

A slow blink. “No, ma’am.”

“No?”

‘No, ma’am.”

Behind that slow wall of a face, it would seem that Freddie, smug in his snug white t-shirt and dirty jeans, that farm hand is … laughing at me. I feel blood suffuse my face.

“All right, I think we need to wrap up here. This Dunny? I need to speak with him. Now.”

“Dunny?” The yokel’s faded blue gaze lingers on my face in bewilderment. “Miss, Dunny can’t talk.”

I close my eyes in aggravation. “He can’t talk?”

“No, Miss. Dunny’s my redbone hound.”

Well, Diary, I snapped shut my notebook then. As my heels sank into the mud on the way back out to the car, I wondered if I was cut out to be a reporter, a real one. I wondered if journalism would ever remember the name Lois Lane…

I’m just not sure. Maybe Mom was right – and I should see if the junior college has a home economics course I can take. Who am I kidding, anyway?


The inspiration for this Ficktion piece comes from this picture taken by Flickr user Franc-tieur. More ficktion from the usual suspects at Ficktion.ning.com

Poetry Friday: Late, But Here!

We’re here!

SCBWI is the usual surreal collage of sights and sounds and impressions — as usual, the weekend is going too fast, and I am a little worried by the number of photographers snapping my non-photogenic self, but our presentation was mostly coherent, the slide projector didn’t break, and nobody died. Pretty good for a first year. There was high drama putting almost a thousand people in a low-ceilinged lobby against finding each other — it more of a challenge than it should have been (someday I must tell you about blogger Big A, little a’s …allegedly black outfit and turquoise sandals which never materialized…), but all’s well that ends, right? As for our presentation — We were REALLY EXCITED when Tamora Pierce dropped by to sit in on our session — it was all I could do not to point and squeal! But she asked questions about the 48 Hour Book Challenge and we hope to see her ’round the kidlitosphere soon.


Don’t miss the Guardian’s short piece on Phillip Pullman, and his recent in-depth interview in the UK Literary Review. Pullman talks about the deeper questions of religion in Lyra’s story — his follow up to His Dark Materials will be …unusual, to say the least.


And now, my short but well-loved poem for Poetry Friday. I won’t even bother linking it to everyone else’s, since it’s so late, but it is a poem best read in a laconic and mildly amused voice, the way it was first read to me.

This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.

— William Carlos Williams

Egregiousness Abounding in the Filthy City

O, waily, waily…for woe is the state of the English language from one end of my fair state to the next. Or at least from the middle to the far end. Yes, friends, Romans, compatriots — it’s time once again for that annoying English major tribute, the Most Egregious Misuse, Report!

Yesterday’s M.E.M. was spotted on Highway 101, near Gilroy. It was a professionally done sign for a fruit/veg stand that sold cherries and garlic — apparently an unbeatable combination. (Ew.) The sign read, Fresh Cherries: Get ‘um now.

Um?
So, apparently ‘them’ is now spelled thum?

I won’t dwell on that, lest I am accused yet again of unfair umbrage against cherry growers — and anyway, it it today’s M.E.M. that gives my heart the most joy. This one I found only an hour ago… at Her Britannic Majesty’s Government Consular Enquiries section, on Wilshire Blvd.. Yes. You read that correctly. In the inner offices of the King’s English, there is a sign:

Courier’s, please dial 2937 for entry.

Hah! Colonist that I am, I know how to use an apostrophe.

Kidding aside, I am thrilled to have been “dear”ed and “love”d all day by the staff at the UK Visa office here in L.A. (imagine if that happened at, say, the DMV!?), and I am done, done, done with all that paperwork (for the moment)! Now after my second shower of the day (Ah, Los Angeles — it coats the skin and clogs the pores to be sure you don’t forget where you are), I am ready to sit down and get to work on finishing up what we’re doing for tomorrow’s SCBWI presentation on blogging the kidlitosphere. ‘Having Our Say’ is the title of our presentation, and we honestly plan to do so! So many of you have blogged intelligently about not only YA books, but the publishing process, their authors, and you have recommended great titles for all kinds of populations. We are proud (and okay – I am a little nervous) to represent you. Maybe next year, YOU can represent the rest of us.

And now, to work!

Graphic Novels… more graphic than usual?

Our girl Gina from AmoXcalli was at ComicCon, which got me thinking about all things graphic. Okay, actually, when I read yesterday that um… an “adult” (obviously, I’m not a big enough grown-up for THAT one) film star has been hired to star in her own comic, I sort of … felt it was a badly tagged on ‘PS’ to the whole ComicCon vibe. Admittedly, graphic novels have been sort of a “Hmm” subject for me because of the whole idea of comic books — perfect bodies (someone’s dream of perfect, routinely delving deeply into the territory of ‘ridiculous’) clad in spandex; no one flawed, fat or ugly except for bad guys or victims; objectification of women as victims or buxom-n-brainless – with a disturbing helplessness, etc, etc,. I was really glad that we covered graphic novels with the Cybils; they really can be a useful (for teaching), viable and very fun thing for teens, and I was privileged to enjoy some of the Cybil-nominated graphic novels when AF was finished with them — but some of what I’ve seen in the mainstream from some pretty big-name graphic novel/comic book companies is really… really… sexist.

Interestingly, others are speaking up about this topic of women in graphic novels. Take a look at this fascinating article — and follow the links, which will reveal even more thought-provoking, strange and amusing bizarreness than I even realized. I look forward to reading more in the series.


Sigh. Remember Winnie from The Wonder Years? Just another reason why she’s still totally cooler than me.

Intelligent conversation continues over at Alkelda’s. I think I like the Mars idea very, very, VERY much. And frankly? There’s almost no such thing as taking a story “too seriously.” I agree…

Via Shaken & Stirred, we present the PLAIN Janes Riot Grrrl Graphic Novel Tribute Quiz!

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Which PLAIN Jane Are You?

Brain Jayne

You’re the brain of your BFF operation, but don’t feel cornered into being just a smarty pants – you’ve got way more to offer the world (and your crush!).

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I hope there’s more from Brain Jayne in the next issue – I actually really liked her and her quiet ideas!

Literally two seconds —

–but this is so funny I have to post it (even as the shippers are driving TOWARD the house, and Himself is still actually… um…working. (But isn’t this what husbands are for? *Ahem*) — yes, I have been snarky about The Dangerous Book for Boys. Oh, but unless you are a “naice young country gell” you might well be sarcastic about The Digested Read’s take on The Great Big Glorious Book for Girls. Ohhh, the snark, the delicious, hooting-out-loud, probably waking the neighbors snark. Do NOT sip your tea whilst reading. (‘Whilst.’ Love that word.)

All right. To work, to work…

Caught and Questioned

I’ve been caught in the headlights by the Impossible Duo; expect to hear from the more artistic half of OUR duo next week. Meanwhile, it’s back to the boxes — for one more day! The shipper comes to crate up everything on Tuesday… after that, I will get serious about pulling together my SCBWI presentation materials (No worries, panel team mates!). Though the living room is a sea of boxes, the plugs still work – if I can’t read, I can listen to books on CD.

Happy Monday!!

See? Even non-YA people agree…

Taking a short breather from the land of tape and double walled cardboard:

Another writer friend, Valshamerlyn in Ireland has thought up a good plan to help spread the word about children’s …books. Not movies that pretend not even to be related to books.

I just want to look at screenwriters and say “SEE!? It’s not just the YA crowd who’s protesting here. The Clamor is Rising. Listen to us!!”


Ann M. Martin said she’d NEVER write another book of The Babysitter’s Club after the series ended in 2000. NPR reports on what Ms. Martin is up to now — and they include a neat excerpt from her newest work!


Alkelda’s asking some good questions about culture vulturing. Do we have the right to make every story part of our own? Where does one draw the line?

All right, break’s over. Back to the boxes.

Last Post from the Desk

Well, the desk.
It is going to be dismantled and flat-packed and put on a ship.
It is a computer desk, but it is cherry wood and black metal, and altogether too gorgeous to sell, and it has been mine for the last ten years, and I can’t part with it. So, seeing as it looks like the freecycling and the donations and the sales have paid off — and we have less stuff that we expected (!!! How often does that happen? I still don’t quite believe it – and I fully expect that… stuff is somewhere quietly mating in a corner and will produce prolific and oddly shaped offspring quite shortly), the desk can come too. So I will be wrapping it and padding it and crossing my fingers against additional scratches, and then it will go. And I will be posting from… the lovely bamboo floor. (Ow.)

This bright and early Sunday morning, don’t miss the return of Eisha and learn the phrase ‘Special Forces Moving Co.’ Do you not want the special forces to come for your next move? I imagine people parachuting from the sky, rappelling down the edges of our roof, landing in groups of four, immediately wrapping, crating, taping, and sanitizing things, wearing mirrored sunglasses, communicating with hand motions, sharp nods, and little bursts of static…

Okay. Too little sleep. Obviously.
And I’ve dallied long enough. The screwdriver calls.