A new way of waiting

I was restlessly walking when I saw this in the bookstore window:



It was almost like seeing a friend – and getting a happy new year message. I’m always glad when one of the Blue Rose Girl’s books has a success, and being chosen out of all the picture books published for the window IS a success (though I wish they’d put The Year of the Rat, which I love as much as The Year of the Dog, there too). But still, it's one more sign that the year of the rat is going to be a happy new start for us all.

For me, 2008 began with sending out two books: a novel and a picture book. Finishing a novel is always odd: for me, anyway. This time, the first couple of weeks were really fun: I saw a lot of friends, went ski-ing, caught up with my life, made things (more on that next week), and gave myself the gift of idleness without feeling guilty, too. Then – I started checking email and my missed call list a lot.....and feeling restless and all the other things that go with waiting (I’m not going to enumerate them, because those who have felt them them know only too well and those who haven’t will just think they’re illogical and a waste of time and energy).

I’ll just say that for me it is the least fun part of being a writer – far worse than the finances etc. -- and I put an end to it by starting a new novel! I had sworn that I wouldn’t do this until I had sold something; but I woke up the next morning excited and thinking about what I was going to write, instead of wondering if today I would hear. I’ve taken myself off hold!

POETRY FRIDAY: The Poetry of Bad Weather

Having been a teacher most of my adult life, this poem spoke to me. It’s sad to think there are schools that have windowless classrooms like the one written of in this poem.

The Poetry of Bad Weather
by Debora Greger

Someone had propped a skateboard

by the door of the classroom,

to make quick his escape, come the bell.

For it was February in Florida,

the air of instruction thick with tanning butter.

Why, my students wondered,

did the great dead poets all live north of us?

Was there nothing to do all winter there

but pine for better weather?

Had we a window, the class could keep an eye

on the clock and yet watch the wild plum

nod with the absent grace of the young.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.


At Wild Rose Reader, I have a review of a Yum! Mmmm! Que Rico!: Americas’ Sproutings, a book of haiku poetry written by Pat Mora and illustrated by Rafael Lopez.

Click the links below if you’re looking for some children’s poetry books especially recommended for use during Black History Month.

Poetry Books for Black History Month

More Poetry Books for Black History Month


Karen Edmisten has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.

GIVE ME A PLUSH ALIEN!

I've had an idea for a while now: to make a plush version of one of my aliens and then make a pattern that can be downloaded off my site. Of course, the problem is I'm bad at sewing. I still want to make one as soon as I get a bit of time and can drag myself to the fabric store... wherever that is.

In the meantime, I have a proposal. If someone out there... anyone... has a bit of time and likes to sew... could sew me an alien... then I will PUT YOU INTO MY NEWEST BOOK - SEABISCUIT! I promise. All you have to do is make a nice little felty plush alien... or any character from one of my books and send me the photo... one I can treasure for ever... then I'll put you into my book.

Here are some ideas:















Seabiscuit is due VERY soon so you must hurry!!!

hugs and kisses,
Meghan

Year of the Rat

Chinese New Year is a-coming, February 7th to be exact, and the clever marketing people at my publishers have timed my new books to coincide. There's that picture book Bringing in the New Year, and, of course, my dear-to-my-heart new novel The Year of the Rat.

And The Year of the Rat has strangely taken on more meaning to me than just a story I wrote. In Chinese culture there is a 12 year cycle of totem animal years, with the rat being the first. So when it is the Year of the Rat, a new 12 year cycle begins--so it is a year of change and a new starts. The book is based on my own experiences during my first year of the rat; all the changes that I had go through then, and how I found I could survive and be stronger and happier.

So the themes of the book and the Chinese superstitions are so eerily appropriate for me during this Year of the Rat that I almost feel as if it were some divine fate guiding me. It is an odd mirroring of life and art, where the trace echos seem to call me. Leaving my identity of a cancer wife behind has been an adjustment; and I can feel myself on the cusp of a new, exciting and unexpected future. So for me, it is truly the Year of the Rat, a time of change and beginnings.

Here's hoping that the year is a lucky one for all of us!

Chihuahuas everywhere love Priscilla

Okay so its a slow day in my studio and I am procrastinating by taking pictures of my friend's dog. Thats Dingo. He likes to read. Mainly middle grade fantasy, but today he agreed to check out my new book. Thanks Dingo!

Highlights of the China trip

I've missed a few weeks of my day to post, so I thought I'd share this animoto video with highlights of our China trip. The pics aren't in order, but I think they give a good taste of what our trip was like! One note I should make--neither my friend Eveline nor I actually ate the big worm we're holding in the picture--Ki-Ki was the only one brave enough. But all of us tried the little worms (except Grace, who is NOT a sheep), and I even tried eating one of the bees. Overall, I had a fantastic time, and am still riding on my vacation high.

Priscilla at 7 Impossible Things

Just a heads up that the very kind ladies over at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast did a lovely write-up about the illustrations for my new book Priscilla and the Hollyhocks. Click here to read.

The book is officially out on Friday! If you are in the Boston area, the author and I are throwing two launch parties to celebrate- come join us for some Boston book fun. Details here.

POETRY FRIDAY: Tortures

Wislawa Szymborska is one of my favorite poets. In the following poem, Tortures, she begins every stanza with the same sentence. She employs repetition to help make her point. Szymborska often uses simple language to make searing commentaries about the world, war, and life.

Tortures
by Wislawa Symborska

Nothing has changed.
The body is susceptible to pain,
it must eat and breathe air and sleep,
it has thin skin and blood right underneath,
an adequate stock of teeth and nails,
its bones are breakable, its joints are stretchable.
In tortures all this is taken into account.

Nothing has changed.
The body shudders as it shuddered
before the founding of Rome and after,
in the twentieth century before and after Christ.
Tortures are as they were, it's just the earth that's grown smaller,
and whatever happens seems right on the other side of the wall.

Nothing has changed. It's just that there are more people,
besides the old offenses new ones have appeared,
real, imaginary, temporary, and none,
but the howl with which the body responds to them,
was, is and ever will be a howl of innocence
according to the time-honored scale and tonality.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.


I have an original poem about sledding in winter at Wild Rose Reader today.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is at Mentor Texts, Read Alouds & More.

some finishes for Seabiscuit

I've been hard at work trying to get my Seabiscuit book done. Things are going slowly but that's because I want to get it right! Below are a few finishes.

Jacket sketch for Old Red Shoe

As I blogged about here, recently I finished the illustrations for my book What Can You Do with an Old Red Shoe?... the next step after the interior illustrations are painted is to make a jacket sketch. Some people do this earlier on I think, but I tend to always do it last, after the characters have been worked out and I know what the inside of the book is going to look like.

For this book, I thought the jacket sketch should reflect the fact that most of the interior illustrations are spots, so I started by sketching some spots of the characters here:



The interior layout also has a lot of borders that tie each spread together. Again I thought the jacket should refelct the interior design by having a border too, so I loosely sketched these outlines around the spots I'd drawn (on a seperate piece of tracing paper):



Once I scanned the sketch and opened it in Photoshop, I added some tones to the background border:



Combining all elements, I came up with a few different variations for the jacket:



Here I reduced the amount of characters on the layout, and blew them up a bit:



Here I did an additional border, to see what that would look like:



Now I wait to see what my editor says! Which one do you like best?

Pictures & text: proportions, importance

When I gave my niece a copy of Ballet Shoes for her birthday, I didn't even notice that my friend Alissa (author illustrator of Neil’s Castle) had done the cover! It was a really good cover, too – but I didn’t think to look at the illustrator’s name.
I
llustrators often get overlooked in this way – and to do my bit to make up for that: The Moonbeam Awards (who knew there were so many small, independent publishers?) were given out for the first time this year – and Alissa -- or rather, a book she illustrated -- won a gold. The book is Our Friendship Rules, by Peggy Moss and Dee Dee Tardif.


I wish middle grade novels had illustrations – not just when the author can also paint and draw like Grace, but when the author can’t do either. Just to give one example, The Bridge to Terabithia, good as it is, owes some of its appeal to Donna Diamond’s charming drawings. They bring Jess to life right away – at least, for me they did.

It’s paradoxical: in picture books, the proportion of pictures to text has really increased in the last 25 years (FAR less text). Storybooks have almost disappeared. And far fewer novels have pictures at all! I can see why picture books have less text (declinging reading levels and all that), but why do novels have fewer pictures? And is it true (I think I heard or read this somewhere) that they may start having more?

One ms., two letters from editors

We’ve talked on this blog some about what to say in a rejection letter, and these 2 (in my opinion, anyway) got it just right. They’re both about the same ms.





One of these letters was from a trade book editor, the other from a text book editor. The two together convinced me that this ms. was not publishable, period – and anyone who knew the industry could have told me that before I wrote it. (Alvina writes great editorial letters, too, but she didn’t write one about this ms.)

This all happened in the bad old days before the BRGs. When I wrote my next non-fiction book, I described ideas to one of them first (VERY helpful, but that is another topic)….and I’m not sure I would have done that had it not been for these two honest, helpful letters.

POETRY FRIDAY: How to Change a Frog into a Prince

I enjoy reading poems that make reference to fairy tales. Here’s a poem with directions for all you princesses and queens who have hopes of transforming an awkward amphibian into royalty.

How to Change a Frog Into a Prince
by Anna Denise

Start with the underwear. Sit him down.
Hopping on one leg may stir unpleasant memories.
If he gets his tights on, even backwards, praise him.
Fingers, formerly webbed, struggle over buttons.
Arms and legs, lengthened out of proportion, wait,
as you do, for the rest of him to catch up.
This body, so recently reformed, reclaimed,
still carries the marks of its time as a frog. Be gentle.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.

I have two modified centos created from the titles of children's poetry books at Wild Rose Reader today.

Becky has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Farm School this week.

why I didn't write about the nest removal

As I hope you all know, I did a book on Pale Male called City Hawk. I’ve noticed that it gets compared with the other two picture books on the same subject often. What puzzles me is that it gets compared at all. My book is NOT about the nest removal and the other two are. My book is about outsiders—the hawks—surviving in a manmade environment. It’s not about humans and animals fighting for the same space. It’s about harmony--the BEFORE and AFTER the nest removal. Not during.

I wrote City Hawk—then called The Story of Pale Male-- far before the removal happened. There were a few roadblocks along the way that delayed my book’s publication and that is why it came out when the others did.

I did talk about the nest removal in the back but chose not to mention it in the body of the book or to make that event the focus of my story. Why? Because the nest removal wasn’t a happy event. I read one comment somewhere that said that the newest book on the nest removal is more accurate than the other two—mine being one of them. If anyone bothered to do the amount of research necessary to have a good knowledge of the event then they would know that my author’s note on the removal is VERY accurate.

I noticed that most authors seem to side with the birdwatchers… thinking -- how dare those building owners remove that nest! The truth is that things got ugly and the story is not as B&W as people may think. How would you like to live in an apartment where it is being watched night and day by people using giant telescopes made for NASA? How would you like close-ups of yourself (people such as Woody Allen)--being sold in the park as souvenirs? Would you like to have your apartment building assaulted by pigeons because a birdwatcher dumped enormous amounts of birdseed on the entrance, on purpose, to cause an upsetting event? One of the bird watchers even got arrested! I don't see that mentioned in any of the nest removal books. Hmm. Wonder why?

After reading tons of articles on the subject, I can see good arguments for both sides. Of course I side with Pale Male and his family (that's why I wrote the book!) but I don’t think the building owner or the apartment dwellers were evil at all and I don’t think any book should display them as such. That isn’t right. Apartment dwellers were harassed during the event—there was a lot of shouting and other protests. Honestly, that isn’t good subject matter for a kids’ book! So that’s why my book isn’t about the removal. I wish people would read more about it before concluding that my book should have included that part of the story. I like to be accurate. An accurate account of that event for kids would be an awful one. There are two sides to every story. We shouldn't forget that.

In the end, Pale Male and his family stayed. There was a happy ending. That’s what my book is about. The happy part.

I'm glad to get this off my chest!

Meghan

p.s - This is NOT meant to criticize the other Pale Male books. I think they're both very good, fun books and I own them both! I would like each book to be looked at individually... not collectively. I also want to explain to the critics why I didn't write about the nest removal. I hope now people understand why.

What awards just happened?

This is the first year that I had NO idea that ALA was happening. Here are a few morsels of honesty.

1) I haven’t looked at a kids’ book all year
2) I haven’t thought about reading a kids’ book all year
3) I don’t miss kids’ books

I know, it’s a terrible thing to say. In past years I was aware of every book that won an award. I’d get all worked up about the choices, thinking I could pick much better ones, etc. Now I don’t care. The books that are picked for the awards usually aren’t the most kid-friendly choices. Perhaps this is partially why I’ve stopped caring. The choices for the awards are sometimes obscure, boring, badly illustrated, and so on. So shoot me, I’ve said it.

I got my first book offer after moving to NYC. I think I was 22. That was a long time ago! Yikes! Perhaps I’m just burnt out. Unfortunately in this business, without someone to support you, there’s no vacation from the books. I probably need one. Perhaps by not looking at a children’s book for the whole year I’ve attempted to give myself one. Maybe next… er… this year I’ll get back on the saddle.

Save the date!

Good news, Priscilla and the Hollyhocks, will be released in February at last! When I was painting the illustrations last year I blogged about it a number of times if you may remember here, here and here. You can see some of my paintings for the book here.

To celebrate this great occasion, the publisher and two great local bookstores are throwing us two fun-filled launch parties, one in Jamaica Plain and one in Wellesley. Both events will feature:

*An art activity for kids (make your own hollyhock doll)
*Curriculum guides for teachers who wish to use the book in their classroom
*A short presentation by both the author and myself about how we made this book
*Original artwork and sketches/process work on display

Plus snacks and good cheer for all of course!

Here are the details:

February 9th at 1:00 pm
The Wellesley Booksmith
82 Central St
Wellesley, MA 02482
(781) 431-1160

February 16th at 3:00 pm
Jamaicaway Books
676 Centre Street
Jamaica Plain, MA 02130
(617) 983-3204

Feel free to pass along the invitation, all are welcome!

I'm off to China...

Grace and I are going to Beijing and Shanghai with a few friends for about two weeks. I'm leaving for the airport in a few minutes, and since I missed my day to post last week, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to post next week while in China, I thought I'd just drop a quick note.

Grace has made a commitment to herself to post from China every day, so check her personal blog for updates. I'll try to post as much as possible as well from my blog.

And now, I'll leave you with some picture from my new office. As you loyal blog readers know, my company moved into a new building last Spring, and the new building has an internal atrium that's quite cool. My office has a window to the atrium. Anna was visiting a week ago and helped me take a few pictures:

An image for my book on Seabiscuit...

Roald Dahl's list plus one

Here's what Roald Dahl thinks you need to be a fiction writer:

1. You should have a lively imagination.

2. You should be able to write well. By that I mean you should be able to make a scene come alive in the reader's mind. Not everybody has this ability. It is a gift, and you either have it or you don't.

3. You must have stamina. In other words, you must be able to stick to what you are doing and never give up, for hour after hour, day after day, week after week, and month after month.

4. You must be a perfectionist. That means you must never be satisfied with what you have written until you have rewritten it again and again, making it as good as you possibly can.

5. You must have strong self-discipline. You are working alone. No one is employing you. No one is around to fire you if you don't turn up for work, or tick you off if you start slacking.

6. It helps a lot if you have a keen sense of humor. This is not essential when writing for grown-ups, but for children, it's vital.

7. You must have a degree of humility. The writer who thinks that his work is marvelous is heading for trouble.

#8. (from Libby) Luck.

He doesn't mention # 8 -- maybe because he wasn't talking about getting published, only writing novels; or maybe he thought it was obvious. The list was in an essay called A LUCKY BREAK, which tells how HE started writing and got published: they happened for him at the same time, in the same lucky break.

So, adding luck (and remembering its importance in getting published, which is a pretty good way to keep from getting a swelled head), I think I agree with him -- even about #2. What do you think?

POETRY FRIDAY: A Taste of Poetry

I know most people don’t share my passion for poetry. Fortunately, there are some of you who do—people who enjoy the taste of a well-written poem. I think poetry’s delicious! How about you?

For this Poetry Friday, I give you two poems about eating poetry. The poem by Eve Merriam is one I used to share often with my elementary students.


From HOW TO EAT A POEM
by Eve Merriam

Don't be polite.

Bite in.

Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.

It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.


From EATING POETRY
by Mark Strand

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.

There is no happiness like mine.

I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.

Her eyes are sad

and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.

The light is dim.

The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,

their blond legs burn like brush.

The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.

At Wild Rose Reader I have four original poems about winter.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is at The Book Mine Set today.

top 30 key word searches for my website this month

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ten

As the new year came and left I found myself counting my publishing years; and to my horror I realized that I have been in this industry for now over 10 years--I signed my first picture book contract in 1997. So the time of me being a fresh face or a promising new talent is over.

But I'm not old pro, a master guru with pearls of wisdom either. In fact, many a times, even after ten years, I feel pretty much the same as I did when I began-- I think that of feeling floating aimlessly, hoping that there is a buoy somewhere never really leaves. But I've gotten a lot better at pretending to swim. So this is what I think I have garnered in my 10 years:

1. Creating a book is personal, publishing it is not.
2. Talent is nothing if passion, perseverance and discipline does not accompany it.
3. Making books makes you gain weight. It's all that sitting.
4. You know you have to make changes in your career when you realize you are talking more about making books (ie school visit, promotion) than you are actually making books.
5. The allure of a large advance is intoxicating, but like getting drunk, perhaps not good for your career's overall health. Especially on the first date.
6. No one understands that when you are staring into outer space, you are working.
7. Getting caught up in "making it" is perhaps the stupidest thing in the world. There will always be someone more talented, who makes more money and gets more publicity. Jealousy is poison. Cut it out as much as possible, tourniquet if necessary.
8. Sometimes good is enough. Great is better, but not even Barry Bonds hits a homerun every time. And he had steroids to help him.
9. Agents are good, but before you let someone else clean your house you should know what is in it.
10. Books only have value when they are read.

Here's to hoping I have another ten years!

A sea of spots

At long last I finished my deadline last Friday, all the art save the jacket is completed for What Can You Do with an Old Red Shoe?, my poetry/recycling/craft book! I am very excited. The project was a massive undertaking: I wrote poetry for the first time, wrote step-by-step instructions for green art activities, and painted about a million tiny, tiny, tiny spots of art.

At first I thought doing a book full of spots would be less work than a regular picture book, since there was less paper to cover, but ultimately doing such tiny, detailed illustrations was pretty demanding. But I am happy with the result and can't wait to do recycling oriented presentations and workshops around the book.

Here is how everything looked spread out on my floor. I like to look at everything at once before I turn in a book, it gives me a sense of accomplishment. Although sometimes it also feels bizarre to think that such a relatively small amount of paper demanded so much attention and obsession...





These are some of my favorites from the stack... Jack the bunny who recycles his worn out blanket:



Andrea the cat who makes planters out of her shoes:



Jon the cat who makes a re-usable calender:



And Peter the bear who makes tin can lanterns:

for the new year...

As I'd said before, I want to paint more... and when I say paint I don't mean do work for my books, I mean other stuff. Non-related stuff.

So that is what I've come up with--an all new page.

www.meghan-mccarthy.com/newpaintings.html

I painted the candy, dice, and thumbtack tonight, after I got off of work.

Do I have other things I need to do? Yes. Do I want to do those other things? No.

Perhaps at some point I'll sell some of the little object studies. Ebay anyone?

meghan

POETRY FRIDAY: Relearning Winter

I love living in New England. I love the changing seasons. Autumn—when the leaves turn color—is my favorite. The cool, crisp air invigorates me. I also enjoy winter—especially when snow falls softly and covers the roofs, the cars, the trees, the yards with white. The world seems to quiet. Everything looks so different, so beautiful.

I just returned from the White Mountains of New Hampshire yesterday. When we awoke Thursday morning, it was 24 degrees below zero! I can’t say that I love weather that cold—but we were warm and cozy inside.

Here is the poem I selected for the first Poetry Friday of 2008:

RELEARNING WINTER
by Mark Svenvold

Hello Winter, hello flanneled

blanket of clouds, clouds

fueled by more clouds, hello again.

Hello afternoons,

off to the west, that silver

of sunset, rust-colored

and gone too soon.

And night (I admit to a short memory)
you climb back in with chilly fingers

and clocks, and there is no refusal:

ice cracks the water main, the garden hose

stiffens, the bladed leaves of the rhododendron

shine in the fog of a huge moon.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.


At Wild Rose Reader, I have a link to a list poem that will appear in Falling Down the Page, an anthology edited by Georgia Heard. The book will be published by Roaring Brook Press and will be released in March.

Franki and Mary Lee have the Poetry Friday Roundup at A Year of Reading.

a new year

Howdy all,

I hope everyone had a great holiday! Mine was nice and relaxing. I stayed at my new parents' house, which is gorgeous. While there I got some painting done for my book Seabiscuit (I'll show a few finishes soon) and I also took some photographs. Go to www.meghan-mccarthy.com/house1.html - to see the new series.

So I've been thinking about what I'd like to improve upon, change, etc., for the new year. I think for the most part I'm pretty happy with the way my book career has been going. I can't say that I'd do anything differently thus far. I would like to force myself (yes, FORCE is the only way it's gonna happen) to do a few school visits... but I have done a lot of readings/signings lately so I think I've put in some effort.

Some things I'd like to do are get more organized (I am organized but I slack off a lot) so I suppose I should say STAY organized... and find the time to paint more.

Below are two paintings that I'd like to create a series on -- food items and toilets. (I'm serious).






Lastly, if you are brave enough to watch Underdog in its entirety then you may see one or two (can't find the second as of yet) of my paintings hanging on one of the walls. It's fun... like playing Where's Waldo! (only you have to endure a bad move instead of flipping through a colorful book).





meghan

p.s you will shortly be able to read my book Show Dog in its entirety (only part is up) online here www.meghan-mccarthy.com/show_cover.html

resolutions

As a new tradition, the blue rose girls decided to make New Year's resolutions together. Making resolutions via committee is a revealing experience. Initially, each of us writing ten goals was rather daunting, but as we began to share our wishes more and more seemed attainable. The one resolution that I know won't be broken is one that we didn't write down--supporting each other to help make 2008 the best year for all.

Happy New Year!

I love make new year's resolutions, and although I haven't formally written all of mine down yet, two of my professional resolutions are 1) to handle my submissions pile better and 2) to edit both a Newbery and Caldecott contender.

What are some of your professional resolutions/goals?

Wishing everyone a happy and healthy 2008!

POETRY FRIDAY: Burning the Old Year

I had promised myself that I would send out some of my poetry manuscripts in 2007. I never got around to it. I received a lot of sad news about friends and family in the past year. One of my closest friends and two of my first cousins were diagnosed with cancer. A good friend, a dear uncle, and the daughter of one of my best friends passed away. Worry and sadness can wear a hole in one’s ability to concentrate on reading and creative writing…and tending, in a regular organized fashion, to things that must get done. At least, that is what I found.

I can’t say I that I accomplished what I had hoped to accomplish in the last twelve months. I guess the only writing I have to show for the year 2007 is my solo blog, Wild Rose Reader. Sometimes I wrote for my blog when I should have been doing other things. Oh, well! Now that a new year will soon be upon us, I guess it’s time for me to think about sweeping out the old one and beginning afresh with a plan for 2008—the Year of the Rat!

Naomi Shihab Nye is one of my favorite poets. (Her book Red Suitcase is one of my favorite books of adult poetry.) For the last Poetry Friday of 2007, I have selected a poem by Nye that speaks to my feelings about my lack of productivity. I hope the coming year will bring better tidings for so many of the people I care about. I hope, too, that at this time next December, I will be able to look back at the year that has passed and savior a feeling of accomplishment.


BURNING THE OLD YEAR
by Naomi Shihab Nye

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,
transparent scarlet paper,
sizzle like moth wings,
marry the air.

So much of any year is flammable,
lists of vegetables, partial poems.
Orange swirling flame of days,
so little is a stone.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.

I have an original poem entitled Winter Ballet at Wild Rose Reader today.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is at Check It Out this week.

Happy New Year to you all!

Happy Blogiversary fellow bloggers and blog readers!

I woke up this morning to an NPR story about blogs, which reminded me that it was my day to post. According to a Wall Street Journal article"Happy Blogiversary" that was reported back in July, one of, if not the first blog was Robot Wisdom.

On Dec. 23, 1997, on his site, Robot Wisdom, Mr. Barger wrote: "I decided to start my own webpage logging the best stuff I find as I surf, on a daily basis," and the Oxford English Dictionary regards this as the primordial root of the word "weblog."

Other early blogs were CamWorld and Scripting News. It's incredible that these blogs are celebrating their 10-year anniversaries this year--I wonder who among us will still be blogging 5 or 10 years from now. Will I?

The NPR.com page also has a little chart about who blogs and why people blog. I'd say the reasons why I blog are pretty much in line with the reasons why most people blog.

So, in the spirit of the long life of blogs, I'd love to hear a little more about what you'd like to see happen with the Blue Rose Girls blog in the next year. Any type of posts you'd like to see more of? Should we bring the question of the week back? Does anyone out there even have any questions for us?

Northern Lights

I've never seen the real Northern Lights, but I've always wanted to -- the Golden Compass descriptions of those "shimmering curtains" and "sheets of light and energy" made me want to even more. I haven't been posting lately because I am DETERMINED to finish the rewrites on my novel before the year ends, and blogging takes energy away from that. When it's done I'll be better about posting; and in the meantime: light and energy -- and a Merry Christmas -- to all!

POETRY FRIDAY: The Death of Santa Claus

Do you remember when and how you found out that there was no such person as Santa Claus? I learned when I was in the first grade. I think I had just turned six. I don’t recall who told me…or if I just figured it out myself. I guess I’ve always been a bit of a skeptic. Maybe my older sister was the bearer of the bad news. I can't remember how I felt when I realized there was no Santa Claus—but I can imagine that I must have been shocked and saddened.

Here is my contribution to Poetry Friday this week. WARNING: Do not let the little Santa believers in your house read this poem!

The Death of Santa Claus
by Charles Webb

He's had the chest pains for weeks,

but doctors don't make house

calls to the North Pole,

he's let his Blue Cross lapse,

blood tests make him faint,

hospital gowns always flap

open, waiting rooms upset

his stomach, and it's only

indigestion anyway, he thinks,

until, feeding the reindeer,

he feels as if a monster fist

has grabbed his heart and won't

stop squeezing. He can't

breathe, and the beautiful white

world he loves goes black,

Click here if you to want to finish reading this poem.

At Wild Rose Reader, I have an original poem that I wrote for Tricia's Poetry Stretch this week.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is at AmoXicalli.

today

I have some things to say today, and as it is my day to post, I should say them. However... I just had a two-hour eye exam and my eyes are dilated and I can't see a thing! And as unfun as this is, I have another dr. appointment in a few hours. So I'll have to post later on today or tonight.

What I will talk about: other projects that I want to do that have nothing to do with kids' books; the book I'm working on now; and I don't know... everything’s blurry right now. Talk amongst yourselves. If any of you have any questions for me, ask them! If any of you have any topics you'd like to talk about, post away.

meghan

Christmas miracle

Today, I did my holiday duty and went Christmas shopping for my niece and nephew, age 4 and infant. For a brief moment, I thought of getting clothes or shoes (because kid's clothes are the cutest) but then gave myself a mental slap. I'm a children's book author, I've got to support the biz. If I don't buy children's books for children, how can I expect others? Yes, I'm all about setting an example.

I have to admit it's been a while since I've gone shopping in a real store. I tend to do internet shopping; but since I was getting all high and mighty, I realized I should support an independent bookstore as well. So I went into my favorite children's bookstore and...was completely overwhelmed.

There are just so many books out there, crowding and overcrowding the shelves. I went in determined to buy a gem from a no-name upcoming author, but the sheer chaos was disheartening. Suddenly, from the consumer angle, I realized how intimidating it can be to buy a book. The pressure of choosing something age appropriate, reading-level appropriate, taste appropriate for the child, taste appropriate for the parents...suddenly, those cute baby shoes were looking like a good gift choice.

But just as I began to take a step back, I was given an epiphany as a present. I make a living making these books. How is that possible? It was humbling, and the prior feeling of self-righteous pride became one of intense gratitude. Some lovely, kind, patient people must have taken the time to find my books in this mess of a publishing universe,and that's rather a miracle. And one that deserves to be paid forward as a holiday tradition.

Paddington gets deported

Thought I'd post this as well, in case anyone has not read about the new upcoming Paddington book. At first I thought it was a spoof, but have read about it in at least 3 places now (Meghan's nonfiction rule), so it must be true. Either way, its brilliant! Children should learn about the injustices of immigration and naturalization! Kidding. Sort of.

Check it out here.

Deadline coming

With two weeks left to finish up Red Shoe, I've been a little short of time for buying presents (thank you internet), going to parties, and baking cookies, not to mention writing long blog posts... so today I am just posting one of my paintings for the book. Sorry friends! More in the new year, promise.

A little bit more about the Sony Reader

I didn't really know what to write about today--it's been a whirlwind since getting back from CA after Thanksgiving and the Big Sur conference, and now I'm heading back out to CA for Christmas on Thursday.

As always in the weeks leading up to the holiday break, there have been a lot of social obligations, holiday parties, etc. I hope you won't think that I'm getting paid by Sony to talk about the Sony Reader again (I'm not, but if someone wants to pay me, I'll take it), but I've found myself "showing off" the Reader to a lot of people at these events and parties (but was so sad that I forgot it at work when I went to the Kidlit Drink night last Monday! Sorry, Kate). In fact, I've just purchased a new iPod Nano, which is truly a thing of beauty, but have been showing off my Sony Reader so much more. What's been exciting for me as an avid reader working in publishing is that it's not just publishing folk who are interested in seeing the Reader: people I don't necessarily consider to be book lovers are really fascinated by the gadget. Who knows, maybe electronic book readers will create some new readers!

Another interesting thing I've discovered while continuing to use the Reader is the mechanics of how I read paper books. I am somewhat of a speed reader, so when reading a physical paper book, I tend to start turning the top corner of page before I've finished reading the bottom of the current page, because when I'm dealing with actual paper pages, my eyes are able to finish scanning the last few lines before I fully turn the page, my eyes jumping from the bottom of the page to the top of the next page. Of course, I never actually fully realized I did this until I started using the Sony Reader, because obviously, you can't do that with the Reader. I don't know how many times I've had to push the back page button after pushing the next page button prematurely and realizing that I hadn't read the last lines of the previous page.

And that is all I'll say on the Sony Reader. Until next time.

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I'll end with a bit of news: promotions at my company were announced on Friday, and this year it was wonderful to see a long list of promotions across departments, all very well deserved. Well, with the possible exception of one: I've been promoted to Senior Editor. I don't quite feel worthy, but it's definitely exciting for me, although nothing much will change in my day-to-day job responsibilities. But it's lovely to know that I can work in a job and industry that I love, and continue to grow.

POETRY FRIDAY: December Notes

As far back as I can remember my mother has always fed the birds who visited her yard. She had a special soft spot in her heart for little sparrows. I remember the time we found a baby sparrow on the sidewalk one spring when I was about five or six years old. The little bird seemed too weak to fly. My mother brought it home, fed it by way of a liquid vitamin dropper, and kept it in a small cage until it appeared strong enough to fly. Then she put a ladder up against the back of our garage, climbed up to the roof with the bird, and set the cage down on the roof with the door wide open. She felt the sparrow would be safe from neighborhood cats up there until it felt the urge to fly away.

Now eighty-nine years old, my mother still spends money from her meager retirement pension to buy birdseed. After a winter storm, one can see the snow in her yard littered with tiny seeds for the wild birds.

The following poem is for my mother who taught me kindness toward animals and generosity of spirit.

DECEMBER NOTES
by Nancy McCleery

The backyard is one white sheet

Where we read in the bird tracks

The songs we hear. Delicate

Sparrow, heavier cardinal,

Filigree threads of chickadee.

And wing patterns where one flew

Low, then up and away, gone

To the woods but calling out

Clearly its bright epigrams.

You can read the rest of the poem at American Life in Poetry: Column 39.

I have a review of Aileen Fisher's poetry book Do Rabbits Have Christmas? at Wild Rose Reader.

Tricia has the Poetry Friday Roundup at The Miss Rumphius Effect.