Tuesday, October 14, 2008

meeting the ambassador

So I am in Houston for another week of visits (which I will blog about in my next post) which is lucky enough in itself, but what makes my trip even more fortuitous is that it gave me and opportunity to meet the new Ambassador of Children's Literature Jon Scieszka! Yes, Ambassador. I didn't know we had one either but whomever chose Mr. Scieszka made a fabulous choice.
The wonderful Blue Willow Bookshop gave the event all the pomp and circumstance that an ambassador requires. Not only did they drive him up in a snazzy convertible, they had trumpets announce his arrival as he walked on the red carpet. There was also a cub scout flag ceremony as well as a presentation of the keys to the city, er, bookstore.
Then after a hilarious talk about his new book KNUCKLEHEAD, I joined the long, long book signing line. They told us not to take pictures with the Ambassador for security reasons (no, really because it would be too time consuming) which is why I am trying to sneak a photo in on the side here.
But as I got my book signed, my lovely librarian companion Gayle informed Ambassador Sciescka that I was Grace Lin, a fellow author and illustrator. Surprisingly, he seemed to know who I was and I got to take a photo with him after all (with ambassadorial medal).
I was quite shocked that he recognized little ol'mushroom me, but maybe that is why he is THE AMBASSADOR. They probably have to know all those kinds of things for diplomacy reasons.

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Publication Story of WABI SABI, Part 4 (the final chapter...I think!)

Read Parts 1, 2, and 3.

I last left off when the lost art for Wabi Sabi was found. The book printed beautifully, and it's now out in stores and has received two starred reviews so far, including one from Kirkus:
Reibstein's plain yet poetic text, which deftly incorporates original and traditional Japanese haiku, works harmoniously with Young's deceptively simple, vertically oriented collages of natural and manmade materials to create their own wabi sabi. Simply beautiful.
Our marketing department decided to make a short (3-5 minutes or so) video for the book to be distributed to some key accounts and also be posted on our website. We wanted to include the story of the lost art in the video, and as both versions of the art were at my office, I was to bring the art up to Ed's studio for the filming.

My assistant Connie carefully packaged up all the art so it would be manageable for me to carry by myself on the Metro North train. The film guy was due to arrive at Ed's studio at 3 pm, so I got on the train that arrived around 2:30. I had a rushed morning and no time for lunch, so I picked something up at Grand Central. The train was fairly empty at that time of day, and I had a row of seats to myself, but as I was about to eat some messy pasta, I thought it best to put the art on the overhead luggage rack to keep it safe and clean.

It was an uneventful trip, and I arrived at Ed's town right on schedule, gathered up all my stuff, and went out to find Ed who was picking me up. I saw him on the other end of the platform with his car and waved gaily at him. He waved back but had a bit of a perturbed look on his face. He put his hand out in a "what happened?" gesture, and all of a sudden, I knew.

I had left the art on the train.

I HAD LEFT THE ART ON THE TRAIN THAT HAD ALREADY PULLED OUT OF THE STATION.

ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod

"You left the art on the train?" Ed asked, with just a flash of irritation. Luckily for me, Ed is so Zen and understanding, and considering that he had been the one to lose the art in the first place, was even more understanding. Although, one might say this should have made him be less understanding--after all that the art had been through, how could I have been so careless?

"We'll get it back," he said. "It happens."

My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to do. I called information to get the MTA lost and found number. They informed me that they couldn't call the train because of federal regulations, but that when the train reached the end of the line, anything remaining on the train would be taken off, and would eventually be sent back down to the lost and found office in Grand Central. But I couldn't wait that long--we had a taping in 30 minutes! They said I could try the MTA police. I called Connie and she got on the case. In the meantime, I decided to get on the next train up (about 20 minutes later) and follow the art to the last stop, which luckily wasn't too far--about a half hour away.

Connie called and said that she spoke to the MTA police and that they were calling someone to check the train, and would call back to let her know the station where the package would be held. In the meantime, I also enlisted the help of the train ticket taker. When he took my ticket, I asked him if he was able to call other trains. He paused. "Why? What happened?" He asked. I explained my story. I told him that the MTA police was on the case. He shook his head. "They're not going to do anything," he said, "Let me see what I can do. I'll make some calls." He asked me some specific questions--which train, which car was I sitting in, what did the package look like, etc. I saw him making calls, but he had no news. Then he told me that at the very least, he now knew where the train was parked, and he would go on the train himself to look for the package when we arrived at the final station.

One stop away, he came up to me. "Someone will be waiting for us at the end of the platform," he said. "They have the package."

"THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!" I was so relieved and happy and grateful. I looked at him and blurted out, "Do you have any kids?"

His face lit up. "Two boys! Ages 2 and 5!"

"Perfect!" I said, "Give me your address. I'm going to send you a box of books for them."

"No, don't worry about it, I'm just doing my job."

But I felt that he had gone above and beyond. And it was the least I could do.

I got the package, called Ed, and hopped on the next train heading back. It turned out that the filmmaker had gotten lost and had arrived after 3:30. The train would get me back around 4. We were only an hour off schedule. The filmmaker, Ed, and I all had a good laugh about it. Of course, it was easy to laugh now that the art was safe and sound again.

The taping went quite well--here are a few pictures I took:

(Ed holding a wabi sabi material that he used in the art)

Half of the art stayed safely with Ed, and half of the art returned safely with me to the office for scanning. I kept it on my lap the whole ride back.

This video is still being edited--I saw a rough cut of it last week and it looks really great so far (Mark Reibstein was also interviewed in a separate taping out in California). I'll share it with all of you as soon as it's ready.

And that is the final chapter of my Wabi Sabi story. So far.

Oh, the stories that art could tell...

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Finishing Frisco

So, last Thursday I finished up my first round (I am returning in the Spring) of visits in Frisco, TX. It was a great trip, special thanks to all the teachers and librarians whose warmth and hospitality made Frisco a lovely twelve-day home. As I caught my flight to Houston, I made a little list of all the things I learned in Frisco:

1. If you go to Frisco, stay in the Homewood Suites. My trip included a weekend stay--all the librarians were so kindly worried that I would be bored and stuck and kept offering to take me out. No need. Did you see the pool? It was like a resort paradise, and the perfect place to unwind after a week of visits.

2. I CAN present to really large groups. I've always tried to put a limit on the number of students I present to--in the past it's been at most 150 kids at a time. In Frisco, the schools were so big that every group was at least 350 kids. Yikes! It was a definite trial by fire! But by day 3, I got the swing of it and now I feel pretty confident about it. Of course, it helped a lot that the students were very well prepared for me by the super-librarians of Frisco.
3. Lisa Yee is afraid of birds. I met authors Lisa and Carl Deuker in Frisco (they were presenting to the older grades) and were amazed and impressed by their ability to speak to the audience without any visual clues or pre-planned speech. Public speaking is something I have had to really work on and while I have been able to fake it to an extent, it will always scare me. As birds in Frisco will always scare Lisa (she said it was something about symmetry in nature, but I think it's really that Alfred Hitchcock movie).
4. Chicken-Fried steak is just a sample of what they fry in Texas. I had my first chicken fried steak experience which was coronary-killingly delicious. As my mouth rejoiced and my arteries clogged, I was informed that there was a plethora of other deep-fried dishes that I could try--including deep-fried jellybeans, deep-fried bacon and deep-fried twinkies. It's like Japanese tempura gone wild.
5. If you but a penny in a bag of water and hang it in the sun, it will scare away flies. Apparently, something about the way the light reflects the copper in the water does something to the eyes of a fly that freaks them out, which is why this restaurant has those bags hanging on the porch. Anyway, if the pennies in the bags don't scare the flies, I'm sure the enormous bear will.
6. The best nighttime indulgence is a glass of pinot noir and a Little Debbie nut bar. This combination was sworn to me by Debra (seen below), the tireless and wonderful CRM of Barnes and Nobles who followed me to each school carting and carrying loads of my books. After trying it myself, I am inclined to agree. I may buy myself a case of each when I return to Boston!

Friday, October 10, 2008

Just for fun

Adam and I are writing a book together--one with a very silly plot, made up by me; and dialog and details from both of us: NOT something to publish, just something to write. It's an ongoing thing; and he's very excited by it, so excited that he's writing some of it by himself when I'm not there. As you probably know by now, I find Adam's observations about everything pretty interesting, including his response to my explanation of how royalties work. I didn't need to tell HIM most writers don't make much money:
"A lot of books are really boring."
The other night, he said:
"I think in kids' books, kids should make up what the people say."

His dialog is certainly very different from mine. EXAMPLE: The two main characters are Adam himself and his cousin Morgan (kind of a more sensible, less wild version of me as a kid -- I want Adam to be the star, her to be more the narrator). They're around the same age, their mothers are sisters (Adam's real mother, me grown-up -- only more serious and motherly), and the mothers are always saying how nice it is for the cousins -- who are both only children -- to have each other. Morgan and Adam, though, don't like each other. To them, the one good thing about the relationship is
"It's not every day."

Then, to save money, which their parents are obsessed with, Morgan and her mother have to move in with Adam and his parents. The story starts just after this decision and another decision: turn the back yard into a farm, use their boats for fishing, spend NO MONEY. The family will grow, catch, or pick their own food; make everything they need, etc....they won't buy anything.

The children are appalled -- no soccer uniforms, no candy, no video games?! The father says if they want money, they can earn it themselves. The mothers are so busy canning etc. (which they are not at all good at -- some sisterly fights and domestic catostrophes there, too) that they supervise the children far less than usual.

So Adam and Morgan are free to try out their money-making ideas, most of which (and the funniest ones -- I laughed so hard at one that tears came into my eyes) have been supplied by the real-life Adam. They argue about the ideas, then do some of them --with results that we (the real-life Adam and Libby) find hilarious.

But they still hate each other -- I want them to get to be better friends but Adam says no, "not until the last book" -- he has long been telling me to "write a series -- then you won't have to keep thinking of new topics." In the scenes I write by myself,which are all from Morgan's point of view, her feelings about Adam are shown indirectly in her treatment of Adam and, sometimes, directly -- but only in Morgan's thoughts and comments to her mother.

Adam tends to write lines like this:
"Hi, Adam. I hate you," Morgan said.
"Guess what? I hate you more," said Adam.

Other things change over the course of the book. For example, when they go to the Candy Shack that plays such a large part in their lives with the first money they've earned, Morgan sees her mother's favorite candy and buys it for her. Adam does the same for his mother. In real life, Adam is very generous and actually once bought ME a bag of candy when we went to this store (which is a pretty great place). But in the book, he grows into this kind of generosity, as does Morgan.

I'm not sure whether they will end up liking each other or not, but I do know that by the end, when the father gets offered a new job, no one will want him to take it because everyone is enjoying their new life so much. In real life, typically, Adam said:
"What's the job and how much money would he get?"

This is just for fun, though I can't help trying to make it better and think we may end up having two stories, as we do now: one (written by me and us together) about realistic ways the kids try to earn money -- showing the parents, too, and everyone's characters etc. The chapters the real Adam writes by himself --which tend to be very short, action-packed and highly UNrealistic -- could be stories-within-a-story. Diary of what he wished had happened? Story he's writing?

At RISD I remember hearing about a teacher who made everyone spend the whole class drawing something-- and then at the end of the class, he said:
"Now rip it up."
That always appalled me -- but I DO think there is something to be said for just making something without a money-making or goal-oriented purpose, and that's what this is. It's actually energized my "real" writing and reminded me of how light-hearted writing can be, something it's easy to lose sight of when you're expecting it to support you. But -- as I wrote last week -- getting a part-time job will also relieve that pressure.

PS About last week's post (the spy one): One of the BRGs emailed me saying she'd read it & thought it was a really fun post and why had I taken it down? I deleted it in a fit of thinking it was boring and bad -- which just goes to show that a) it's high time for me to stop taking writing so seriously ad b) I have to let something sit for awhile before I judge it! c) ALmost EVERYONE who writes is subject to these fits, which are really more moods than anything else. I have never in my life met a writer who didn't, at times, think that her writing totally sucked. But, encouraged by the BRGs, I have a new resolution: to write what I want -- including here in this blog -- and not be inhibited by what I imagine other people think, or even those black moods of mine. Easy to say, hard to do: but if *I* don't write what I want and enjoy doing it, why not just go back to a money-making job?

POETRY FRIDAY: The White Witch



Here’s a witch poem for October. This poem is not, however, about the kind of Halloween crone one typically envisions as an old hag wearing a black cape and peaked hat who travels through the air on a broom. This “witch” is more of an enchantress with lips red as carnations, eyes blue as the ocean, and hair of gold.


The White Witch
by James Weldon Johnson

O brothers mine, take care! Take care!
The great white witch rides out to-night.
Trust not your prowess nor your strength,
Your only safety lies in flight;
For in her glance there is a snare,
And in her smile there is a blight.

The great white witch you have not seen?
Then, younger brothers mine, forsooth,
Like nursery children you have looked
For ancient hag and snaggle-tooth;
But no, not so; the witch appears
In all the glowing charms of youth.

Her lips are like carnations, red,
Her face like new-born lilies, fair,
Her eyes like ocean waters, blue,
She moves with subtle grace and air,
And all about her head there floats
The golden glory of her hair.



You can read the rest of the poem here.

********************


At Wild Rose Reader, I have the third in my series of Palinoems.

The Poetry Friday Roundup is at Picture Book of the Day.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

I have Lupus


Or… SLE—Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. I’ve been saying this in my head repeatedly for the past week. I’m trying to get more comfortable with the idea. I’m not at all comfortable yet. Maybe I never will be. I thought this might be good practice. To be frank, the whole idea of it makes me cringe—it doesn’t sound very noble. “I got in a car accident,” sounds more “cool,” if that makes any sense. SLE attacks the connective tissues in the body--sky's the limit!

After two and a half years of searching and after wracking up 100,000 dollars worth of medical bills (don’t worry, the health insurance took the tab), last week I got “the call.” I have to say it was rather anticlimactic. No one dumped any balloons and confetti over my head and said” congratulations!” but no one ran out from the streets to give me a hug, either (it’s okay, I don’t much like hugs anyway). The rheumatologist said, “I got your fax. You have Lupus.” I said, “Are you sure?” He said, “Yes.” I said “Oh.” He said “Would you like treatment?” I said, “Yes. I’ve been taking Prednisone, you know.” He said, “Yeah, I know.”

Prednisone (a steroid with serious side effects) happens to be a treatment for Lupus. I’ve been on a very high dose of it for the past 6 months, despite EVERY doctor telling me to get off it. “It’s just masking the symptoms,” they’d say, and “Of course it makes you feel better, it would make anyone feel better.” But I knew differently. I knew I was treating my symptoms. I’d done so much research that the neur-ophthalmologist asked if I was a doctor. I laughed but he was serious. It’s something when you can fool a top doctor!

Anyway, now I have a lovely choice—I can either take a chemotherapy drug, which might cause hair-loss, or an organ transplant drug, which will cause any baby I might have to be certainly deformed (while on it). I chose the latter. After doing some reading it looks like I might not easily be able to have children anyway. Having a child can be risky to a Lupus patient (or shall I say victim) and one must be symptom free for 6 months or some such (this is what I read somewhere anyway), and I haven’t been at all symptom-free since the start of this.

And when was the start of this? I remember feeling fatigued and having a lot of pain when I started work on Aliens Are Coming! Things only got worse as time went on. I remember one editor a while back saying that she didn’t understand why I used to turn my books in on time, or even early, but was now having so much trouble. Well, this is your answer. And believe me, I was and am WAY more sick than I’ve been letting on. Sometimes someone noticed that I didn’t look right and asked if I was “okay.” I always said, “Yeah. I’m fine.” Lie. I am a big fat liar. I would be (before I self-prescribed Prednisone) nauseous for literally 3 weeks to a month at a time, almost non-stop. Then it would on occasion escalate and I would vomit. I vomited in the car, almost in the subway countless times, at physical therapy, at work, and so on. The pain has woken me up every night for the past 2 years. I have had opposite problems too—extreme fatigue (not like not getting enough sleep – something else entirely, which I can’t quite explain) and would fall asleep while driving at 3 in the afternoon. It was hard to stay awake at work when I was like that as well. And to be perfectly honest (this admission will be a big first) I was suicidal for a short while. No doctor could help me or knew what was wrong with me and people, I could tell, didn’t believe me. One person in publishing even asked “Are you a hypochondriac?” That is not something you want to hear, especially when you’re suffering. Then a lot of annoying folks would say things like "Just eat right and take more vitamins." Then there was the doctor who said, “You’re fine. Chill out and do some yoga,” or the one who demanded I “see a psychologist.”

So I guess now I have a lot of figuring out to do. How will I continue to make a living when I’m sick so often? How can I maintain my part-time job for health insurance? How can I ever really do school visits? What happens if I get worse? My cousin died of Lupus when he was in his early 20s. I read that over 20,000 Americans die of the disease every year. I got a book on it and it suggests getting power of attorney documents and looking into finding a patient advocate in case I, the patient, am unable to speak for myself. This isn’t at all depressing. Not even slightly (at least my sense of sarcasm hasn’t taken a vacation). I, of course, have to also deal with the fact that the Lupus has caused systemic nerve damage (I think this is rare – only 10%), caused by vasculitis—inflammation of the blood vessels. So that's more pain and agony.

So, there will be some good times ahead for me. Hopefully with the new medication I can get on with my life, but I must realize that it will never be the same. I’m not saying this to be dramatic--it’s a fact. But most people live relatively normal life spans, so I’m hoping for the best.

I’m saying all of this for a few reasons. 1) As great as making books can be, there are more important things in life – always remember that when you get too stressed over a deadline! 2) please believe someone when they say they aren’t feeling well 3) buy my books because I’m going to need the extra cash!

meghan

p.s - Seabiscuit is coming out soon! Stay tuned.

p.p.s - I really don't want anyone's pity. Why not instead complain about the economy or George Bush--those are always a fun topics! Or let's talk about Palin's wolf shooting. I will, however, accept sympathy gifts in the form of cases of beer... or you can take me out for a bloody mary (my latest drink of choice)

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

half-way point

So I am half-way through my three-week school visit tour of TX. For the last week and a half, I have been visiting the schools of Frisco where the first five episodes of the TV show DALLAS (remember, "Who shot JR?") were shot.
Apparently, the producers of DALLAS rented the house and location from a Frisco owner who had built the house for his wife who was a fan of GONE WITH THE WIND. Unfortunately, after the first five episodes were shot, the house burned down and before the owner could finish rebuilding he and his wife got divorced, she took the insurance money, the producers went elsewhere and he was stuck with an unfinished house. And it is still unfinished to this day. I think that is the story. It sounds like something from the DALLAS soap opera itself, doesn't it?

However, the drama that I have been experiencing at the schools has been on the very pleasant side. There is nothing like hundreds of students calling out, "GraceLin, GRACELIN!" as I walk through the halls. Suddenly, I feel like a rock star.

And that is only because the wonderful Frisco librarians have prepared the students SO well for me. The librarians not only read my books to the students but did my book crafts and activities. Like my coloring pages,


my kite making activity, and

the dim sum
and fortune cookie lesson suggestions.

It was amazing! And it made all the difference in my presentations. Without the students' excitement fueling me, there is no way I could keep up my presentations. Yay, Frisco students! Yay, Frisco Librarians! Yay, 1.5 weeks!

Painting in progress


Last year a good friend of mine got married and I knew right away what I wanted to give as a gift. She has a dog named Janie and a cat named Splash who are very much in love. They curl up together and take naps, they clean eachother's ears, all the things that lovebirds do. So I decided to paint their wedding portrait as a gift (since I do love painting kitties). Heres a little breakdown of how its coming along...

The sketch on tracing paper:



The sketch transferred onto paper:



The first wash of color:



Building up the background colors:



To be finished next week!

Sunday, October 05, 2008

The Publication Story of WABI SABI, Part 3 (complete with the mystery of the missing art...)


To refresh your memory of the story, you can go back and read Parts 1 and 2. Where I left off was with Wabi Sabi was accepted in our acquisitions committee.

Because Ed Young lives not too far from NY City, he came down to meet with me and the designer at the time, our Creative Director Gail Doobinin. We discussed what the format of the book would be. Ed suggested the possibility of doing the book as an accordion format, so it could stand almost up as a Japanese screen would. But we fairly quickly moved on from this idea, as it seemed too complicated for this book, not "wabi sabi" enough--we wanted simplicity. But at the same time, we also wanted it to stand out, so we eventually settled on a larger-than-usual trim size (11 x 11), and as Ed imagined the images oriented more vertically than horizontally, we decided on a calendar orientation, so the book would open upwards, rather than open horizontally.

Ed got right to work on the art. At one point he brought the art into the office at a very early stage--it was hard for me to see what the finished pieces would look like, although I thought his choices of paper were gorgeous.

Gail and I went up to his studio at a later stage--his studio was a beautiful attic space with skylights:

I took pictures of the work-in-progress to send the author to see, here's a sampling:


When Ed was finished with the art, he brought it into our office in person and we oohed and ahhed over it.

It was gorgeous, and we felt it perfectly represented the essence of wabi sabi in it's raw, simple way.
We eventually sent the art back to Ed to have him do a few minor corrections. Ed was scheduled to return the art by a certain day, but when that day came, the agent said that there had been a family emergency and we weren't sure when we'd be getting the art back. During all this time, Ed was going through some tumultuous times at home, and we were of course understanding that family came first.

But a week later, Ed checked in with his agent and was shocked that we hadn't received the art yet. He had thought he had sent it down to us the week before.

uh oh.

So...where was the art?

What had happened was this: Ed's agent lives in his same town, and when he's unable to personally deliver his art, he would leave the art packaged up and ready to go at his agent's front door. In this case, Ed had the art for two different books to deliver, and had told his agent that he'd be delivering them both on the same day, only when the time came, only one book was ready on that day, and Wabi Sabi ended up being left at the front door a day later. As Ed was dealing with the aforementioned family emergency, he didn't call to confirm as he normally would, but assumed the agent would know if was there when only one book had been delivered the day before.

He was wrong.

When he was finally able to emerge from the emergency a week later, he found that everyone was wondering where the art was. He immediately called his agent, who checked the front door--no art. They checked with the neighbors to no avail.

At this point, Ed called to break the news to me. I was shocked, to be sure, but there wasn't anything to do. Ed thought that the art would turn up eventually, so all I could do was keep my fingers crossed and check eBay now and then to see if someone was trying to sell the art. Ed asked me if I would let Mark know, because he couldn't bear to break the news to him, so I did. Like me, Mark was shocked, but he took it in stride--what else could we do?

In the meantime, the police became involved, and the only record of what the art looked like was those pictures I had taken, so I forwarded those on. Ed's local paper also did a story on the missing art, and printed some of those photos as well.

Ed told me that if the art wasn't found, he would do the art over again. He said, "I can only promise you that it will be even better than the last round." That sounded good to me.

Months passed and the art hadn't surfaced, and so Ed decided to start again. He used those photographs I had taken as a jumping off point, but also took this opportunity for a second chance to correct some of the things he hadn't quite been happy about the first time around.

Before we knew it we were back on track.

There were some in-house changes that occurred during this time, and Gail was now focusing on designing novels, so Art Director Patti Ann Harris became involved in the process, and Saho Fujii was assigned as designer.

While Ed had worked on the art, Patti Ann, Saho, and I worked with production on the specs for the book. Most important was the type of paper to use--we thought that the subject matter and the collage illustrations would be best highlighted on uncoated paper, although because uncoated paper absorbs the paint more than coated, it would be difficult to get the same sharpness of detail and brightness of color that you can achieve with coated stock.

And finally, the art was done. Ed had thought it would take him 3 months, but it took him about half that time. He used the opportunity of doing the art over to change the style of art--this time, he used more material that he deemed wabi sabi. Here are a few of the spreads side by side, new and old:
new silver temple, original silver temple
new cover and original cover
new city scene, original city scene

We all agreed that the new art was, indeed, better than the last round--it was as if he had used the last round as a jumping off point to take the art to a new level. It was richer, deeper, more vibrant.

The art was in the production process--we finally sorted out the paper issue and although it was a struggle, we finally achieved the level of reproduction we wanted.

It was around this time we received a call.

The original art had been found!!!

One day, a woman showed up at the front door with the art. Ed asked her where she had gotten it, and she said it had been found in a local church. "Funny," Ed said, "I teach tai chi there every week." There was a flurry of confusion as to what had happened. Had Ed perhaps left the art at the church by mistake? He told me that he wouldn't have put it past himself, but his daughter had been with him when he dropped off the art at his agent's house, and she specifically remembered asking him what it was, and he had replied, "The art for Wabi Sabi."

The package had been opened, but everything inside was intact.

My best guess as to what happened was that someone had taken that art, opened it and wasn't sure what to do with it. Perhaps he or she saw the article about it in the paper, and decided to leave it at the church as a safe haven. Who knows whether or not he or she knew that Ed had a connection to the church.

"How does it look?" I asked, a bit nervously. Ed laughed, because he knew what I was getting at. "The new art is better," he assured me.

So, we had two complete sets of the art--what an odd situation to be in!

We decided to use the circumstances to our advantage. We showed both versions of the art at our Library Preview meeting, and also at ALA. We're currently producing a video about the book that highlights the situation and the two sets of art. Ed is using both sets in his talks and school visits.

So you see, this whole experience was very wabi sabi--we took what was unexpected, what was basically a disaster, but made it into something beautiful.

And so, the publication story has pretty much come to an end--but wait, there's more! There's one more chapter of this story, an epilogue of sorts, that I'd like to share. I'll write about next week, so stay tuned!
Edited to add: jump to Part 4! The final chapter...

Question of the Week: What's on your desk?

ALVINA: My days have been spent reviewing 1st-pass pages for my Spring 2009 books, and editing manuscript for my Fall 2009 novels, plus reading for other editors at various stages of their editing process, and trying to keep a few projects in development moving. Here's a sneak peak at the pages for GEEKTASTIC: Stories from the Nerd Herd edited by Holly Black and Cecil Castellucci (I'm almost done, am on the last story, "It's Just a Jump to the Left" by Libba Bray), my handy dandy Sony Reader, and very preliminary stages from what I hope will be Ed Young's follow-up to Wabi Sabi. We'll see! Oh, plus piles of paper.






ANNA: Here is the spread I'm working on for the What Can You Do with an Old Red Shoe? sequel... slightly nibbled on by my kittens. Have you ever had a cat who liked to eat paper? Crazy kitties.




GRACE: This is my desk in my hotel room in Frisco, TX where I have just finished week one of my three week school visit trip. It has on it: the flyer for Frisco Reads (the program that brought me--and Lisa Yee on Monday!--in to present), a really sweet letter a student gave to me telling me how much she loved YEAR OF THE DOG and how she's waiting for YEAR OF THE TIGER (oops, it's going to be a long wait-sorry!), my computer (lovely MacBook which I splurged on impulsively when my dell exploded for the 4th time a couple days before I left and the dell people said it would be at their center for at least the next 15 days--I can't go on a school visit trip without a computer! I'll go bonkers!), and a bottle of pinot noir and a box of Little Debbie Nutty Bars (which will be explained later).

Edited to Add: (Sorry I'm so late!)

Elaine: Everything but the kitchen sink!!! I have books and brochures and post-it notes and fliers and a writing journal and a list of things to do--which I can't find at the moment. It's one of those ultra-busy times for me. I'm working on a bibliography of poetry books to use across the curriculum in science, social studies, and writing, for a teacher workshop on October 22nd; making all the arrangements for our reading council dinner on November 5th (Matt Tavares, Wade Zahares, and Daniel J. Mahoney will be the three children's authors and illustrators who will be members of our panel discussion that night.); doing my best to keep up-to-date with the poetry books being nominated for a 2008 Cybils Award (I'm on the poetry-nominating panel again this year.); working on a Wild Rose Reader post for Nonfiction Monday; planning for my trips to New Hampshire for the Children's Literature Festival at Keene State College and the Rabbit Hill Festival of Literature in Westport, Connecticut. (Grace is going to be one of the featured children's authors at the Rabbit Hill Festival.); and trying to put the finishing touches on a manuscript of children's poems that I began writing several months ago.

Friday, October 03, 2008

morning announcements

When I was in elementary school, morning announcements were done over a crackling PA system--the most exciting part being the unexpected screech of some sort of microphone mishap. So it was a bit of a revelation to me during my school visits in Frisco that morning announcements are now more like closed television broadcasts--each classroom with their own TV or projector. One of the school asked if I would take part in their morning announcements, in a mini interview:



I know I should have looked at the camera more, but it was the first time I have ever been interviewed by a puppet. I couldn't take my eyes off of it!

POETRY FRIDAY: Autumn Leaves



A Gathering of Poems about Autumn Leaves


Gathering Leaves in Grade School
by Judith Harris

They were smooth ovals,
and some the shade of potatoes—
some had been moth-eaten
or spotted, the maples
were starched, and crackled
like campfire.

We put them under tracing paper

and rubbed our crayons
over them, X-raying
the spread of their bones
and black, veined catacombs.

You can read the rest of the poem here.



Here are some of my original autumn poems and links to other fall offerings that I posted previously at Wild Rose Reader:

I can still remember childhood times when we’d rake up piles of autumn leaves and burn them at the side of the road. One thing I miss most about the fall season now is the smell of burning leaves. That scent so evoked the season for me. Here is a poem I wrote about one of those “burning” memories. It comes from A Home for the Seasons, an unpublished collection of poems about childhood days I spent at the home of my maternal grandparents, Michael Kozicki and Anna Chalupka Kozicka. Michael and Anna came to America from Poland in the early 20th century. They met in Boston, got married, and lived in Peabody, Massachusetts for all of their married lives. (Dzidzi is what we called my grandfather.)


AUTUMN FIRE
by Elaine Magliaro

Two tall maple trees grow
in front of my grandparents’ house.
In late October
they shed their golden crowns.
When the fallen leaves
curl up like little brown bear cubs,
we rake them into a pile
at the side of the street.
As dusk arrives
Dzidzi sets our harvest afire
with a single match.
We sit on wooden crates
at the sidewalk’s edge,
watch the brittle leaves
blossom into golden flames,
smell autumn’s pungent breath.
From the pyre summer rises,
a small gray ghost,
and drifts awayinto the darkening sky.


Here’s another poem I wrote about autumn leaves:

AUTUMN CELEBRATION
by Elaine Magliaro

In October, colored leaves
Fall from oak and maple trees…
Bright confetti shaken down
From their boughs. All over town
Trees are celebrating fall,
Decorating every wall,
Sidewalk, yard, and flowerbed
With pumpkin-orange, gold, and red.
We stand out in the falling leaves
And catch confetti on our sleeves,
In our hands and in our hair.
We party till the trees are bare.


And here’s an autumn acrostic for you:

MAPLE
by Elaine Magliaro

Mad magician of
Autumn
Painting
Leaves
Every color of the rainbow


Here are links to some of my posts at Wild Rose Reader for those of you interested in autumn leaf crafts and picture books and poetry books about autumn and autumn leaves:

Autumn Book Bunch: Leaves, Leaves Leaves!
Here you’ll find reviews of three picture books I highly recommend for reading to young children during the fall season: Oliver Finds His Way, Fletcher and the Falling Leaves, and The Little Yellow Leaf.





Autumn Leaf Crafts & Activities

Look What I Did with a Leaf!
Here you’ll find a review of the nonfiction book Look What I Did with a Leaf!, which includes ideas and instructions for creating leaf animal collages. I used this book as a springboard for a cross curricular/collaborative art project I did with our art teacher when I taught second grade.


Fall into Poetry
Here you will find reviews of Dappled Apples, a picture book written in verse and three poetry collections--Autumnblings, Autumn: An Alphabet Acrostic, and A Chill in the Air: Nature Poems for Fall and Winter.






At Wild Rose Reader, I have four autumn acrostics I wrote for Tricia’s Monday Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect. You can find the Poetry Stretch Results here.

This week’s Poetry Friday Roundup is at Two Writing Teachers.