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From Catherine J Gardner of The Poisoned Apple
Brian Regan
A Great New Book by Agent Mary Kole!
Culling
from specific, contemporary works, Kole explains writing practices and goals.
In illuminating “high concept,” she says, “[Readers] want stories that . . .
lift them out of the everyday.” Then she asks, “What’s something they can’t
experience in reality?” (p. 31) She then cites and deconstructs loglines for Holes, Thirteen Reasons Why, The Hunger
Games, and more. It’s this analysis throughout the book that inspires you to put your own work through the
same machinations and see if it’s strong enough to hold up. Tips are specific:
“Make your middle grade characters firmly thirteen and under” (p. 8), and her
discussion on the six things readers should know within the first chapter (p.
78).
Shaded
boxes throughout the text contain exercises addressing character specifics,
theme specifics, voice specifics, etc. Here, Kole takes the abstract and makes it
concrete. You’ll want to print these exercises out and put them together for
reference, a boiled-down toolbox for all your work.
In Writing Irresistible Kidlit, Kole
delivers a user-friendly, specific text on the craft of writing. I found it so
useful that it sits on my desk—open—as I work on my next manuscript.
I read Writing Irresistible Kidlit as an advance copy, and Kole uses as one of
her published samples my first novel, Violet Raines Almost Got Struck by
Lightning.
In Which We Discuss You Tube, BARGAIN DEALS, Seinfeld, Orny Adams, Orange Blossoms
Did I ever tell you you're my hero? haha
Did I ever tell you I have a You Tube channel? Please check it out! Danette Haworth You Tube Channel Great stuff for authors, including an interview with Barnes and Noble CRM, Geoffrey Shoffstall.
Bargain deals: Violet Raines Almost Got Struck by Lightning is available in HARDCOVER FOR LESS THAN $5.00 ON AMAZON! Perfect for your middle-grade reader this Christmas! Also, I've been keeping a craft book open as I work on my new manuscript--lit agent Mary Kole's Writing Irresistable KidLit, available in paperback and ebook. Perfect for the writer on your Christmas list! Look for my review soon!
JERRY SEINFELD and ORNY ADAMS! On separate dates in January, I get to see Jerry Seinfeld at the Bob Carr, Orlando, and Orny Adams at the Improv! I cannot wait! I've never seen Seinfeld live before, but I have seen Orny and he was excellent. Not only that, but he did a meet-and-greet afterwards and was so patient with me and my sister, spending probably fifteen minutes or so with us because my iPhone camera was flaking out (which, honestly, worked out, because we got to spend more time with Orny!). The only thing that could make the new year better? Brian Regan tickets in February! Dare I to spend more money on comedy?
And finally, Casey and I were hanging around in the backyard today, and I swear I smelled the sweet, powdery scent of orange blossoms. My neighbor's trees are ornamented with perfectly round, shiny oranges, but no blossoms. A close inspection of the greenbelt behind my yard (read: marsh populated by gators, river otter, rattle snakes, scorpions and more) revealed some kind of weedy tree, resplendent with tiny white buds, emitting the sweet perfume.
That is all for today! Tomorrow, back to work!
Riley, I Hope You Got an A on your Book Report!
Fifth grade reader Riley sent me this email:
"I love the book me and jack so much i am doing my book report on it so if you could write back that would be so cool. I love the book me and jack."
I wrote back, asking what Riley's favorite part was, and after receiving the answer, I provided never-seen-before behind-the-scenes info on that particular part of the book. In turn, Riley went all out on the book report. Here's the pic Riley's mom posted:
Yay, Riley! It looks like you did a lot of work on that poster! I hope you received an A for your book report!
Awesome Visit at Blankner School in Orlando
Yesterday, I visited Blankner School in Orlando to talk about writing, inspiration, and what makes up a story. I'm here to tell you the students at Blankner were just the kind of people you love to visit! Attentive, engaged, responsive--I saw heads nodding when I hit certain points; people laughed when I hoped they would; and we all had fun with the audience participation bits. Thank you, Blankner students! And good luck on all your writing!
UCF is Bowlbound vs Ball State! (and I don't even care about football!)
The University of Central Florida (UCF), my alma mater, place of fond memories, and land that occupies my dreams in which I have the cliched experience of knowing I have a test but have not attended class and I'm walking and walking and where the heck is the building and if I could find my friends (Ann, Grace, Sieglinde, Steve, Dennis, Colin, or Alan) they could tell me where I'm supposed to be and where my classes are. I can never find them, and the campus is endless, with high tech new building I am unfamiliar with. In any case, UCF vs Ball State! GO KNIGHTS!
The Best Book Light!
As a person who reads into the night, I've tried out and tossed out many a book light. But I've found one that I love--the Mighty Light. It's the perfect stocking stuffer for your favorite someone who reads when they should be sleeping.
In Which I Open the Christmas Season
Mom: Are you going shopping Friday?
Me: NO! NO WAY! NEVER EVER EVER ON BLACK FRIDAY JUST SAY NO!
In honor of the Christmas season's soft opening in October, I join retailers in starting my elfin activities on (pre-)Thanksgiving. Even YouTube knows how much I love this video--I'd typed only BRU when YouTube filled out Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band--Santa Claus Is Coming To Town! (Start at 1:10)
Confound and Conquer on Thanksgiving (Scrabble Tips)
Well, most of us like Scrabble, and if you're anything like me, you like to win. My sister-in-law played on Words with Friends a word with no vowels. In preparation for turkey day, I am committing to memory a few words with no vowels; these are especially important because not only will you score with a challenging rack of letters, your opponents will likely challenge you and lose their turn, heh heh.
If you search the Internet for "words with no vowels," you'll find quite a few lists. Don't be hasty, though. Double check these words to see of they're in your dictionary, otherwise, you'll be the one taking a zero. If you come other across words you want to use, make sure they're not abbreviations, acronyms, proper nouns, or hyphenated words.
Here, from MW Eleventh Edition, are words to confound and conquer your loved ones with:
- crwth
- nth
- sh
- tsk
What's Not Cool Anymore and What Is
It's getting toward that time of year when lists start popping up: what's in, what's out. Let me be among the first to put up my List of Words and Phrases and Ideas that Don't Need to be Used Anymore:
List of Words, Phrases insert Oxford Comma and Ideas that Don't Need to be Used Anymore
--really? (intoned sardonically)
--"ish" (overused, not fresh)
--Not so much. (Not so clever.)
--Derisive comments about Twilight and the actors. (Hasn't everything been said already? Get over it.)
--Obama's birth certificate (Please, not four more years of this.)
List of Always Cool
--the word "cool"
--"Live long and prosper." Also, the Vulcan hand greeting/farewell, the Vulcan nerve pinch, and--if you can achieve it--the Vulcan mind meld
--William Shatner
--Leonard Nimoy
--Star Trek
--allusions to Arrested Development
--Mitch Hedberg
--playing guitar
--physically/mentally strong female characters who are also nice, such as Sarah Walker in Chuck. I want to kickbox like her.
--my brown boots, twelve years old. They are so cool.
Barnes & Noble Rep Gives Tips for Author Visits
Barnes & Noble CRM, Geoffrey Shoffstall talks about in-store author events: how store personnel prepare for the visit, and what authors can do to make their visit successful before, during, and after the event. Please check it out!
Chatting with Chris Tozier, middle-grade Fantasy Author
Middle-grade author Chris Tozier and I had the pleasure of participating in Lake Forrest Prep's Book Fair at Barnes & Noble Colonial Plaza. By the way, if you didn't have the chance to make it, the store has signed copies of Chris's Olivia Brophie and the Pearl of Tagelus and signed copies of my books, A Whole Lot of Lucky, Me & Jack, The Summer of Moonlight Secrets, and Violet Raines Almost Got Struck by Lightning.
Chris has an unusual story behind the inspiration for Olivia Brophie. Enjoy!
Rejection Letter
My son's teacher tasked the class with writing poems. My son, child of a writer, composed a poem rejecting a poem. I am so proud.
Why Keep Your Wedding Dress?
Growing up Air Force (and BTW, I've learned you're not supposed to cap AF in certain contexts, but for me, Air Force will always be capped), I grew up not holding on to things, space-taking memorabilia that ends up needing to be dusted every now and then--the only attention you'll ever give it later.
This is part of the pragmaticism that flows in my Air Force dress blue blood.
My daughter has more remnants of her short life than I do of a life lived in three countries, including seven different US states before I was fourteen. My sister marvels at the stories I tell of our childhood. She doesn't remember this stuff, and she's older than I am. But my head was the only container I could keep my mementos in: the bear, chain around his neck, who walked down the main road--a dirt road, traveled by as many donkey and carts as by autos--he walked down the dirt road with his owner on Sundays and if you threw money in their general vicinity, the bear would dance for you. That was in Turkey. I remember the bear and the dust and the dirt road.
I remember England, too, and to this day I don't know why I had to share a room with my brother when it made more sense for me to share a room with my sister. We rode the train from Ipswitch to London to see Buckingham Palace and I waited for the queen to lean out of a window and wave to me, but she never did. The changing of the guard was boring to my five-year-old self. Better was my dad's shrill whistle, two fingers in his mouth--he stopped traffic with that whistle. The double-decker bus stopped for us and we ran, happily climbing to the top. This was even better than that boring old castle with a queen who never came out.
I'm all grown up now, with children of my own. I can't stand clutter. My wedding gown, dry cleaned at a fee almost the cost of the gown itself (though not to worry, I had no train and my mother taught me to be frugal), lies unseen, shrouded in blue plastic, boxed in cardboard, tucked away, forgotten in our closet. There is no one in the house who has any sense of curiosity about it. I weigh the same as I did then (not bragging, it's just the way it is); I feel no need to try it on, admire it, or gaze at it with feelings of any sort.
But in my head, oh, in my head: my mom had pleurisy when she flew down early to help me the week before my wedding. She spray painted and beribboned a hundred and fifty tiny candy baskets. She took birch tree branches and laced them with white Christmas lights and placed them around the reception hall. Even though they were divorced, my dad flew down about the same time. I remember how that felt, the wishing that they had never divorced because I knew, we all knew, my dad still loved my mom. He had a bad back, so he got the guest room and my mom got the couch. This was when I rented a house with my brothers and sister. One night, my dad talked about grandkids. It wasn't embarrassing. I wanted him to have grandkids--he was going to be a great grandpa. To this day I remember THAT conversation and I remember him crying over the phone two years later when I called late one night to tell him his first grandchild had just been born and I remember him sending me an airplane ticket when she was five months old just because he heard her laughing on his answering machine, and I remember he died three weeks after our visit.
I still have the shells from his twenty-one gun salute.
I never look at them.
I rarely visit my brother's grave. He is not there.
Photos are painful.
My daughter isn't going to wear my dress. Why am I keeping it? I threw out the portion of cake we kept because by our first anniversary, it was freezer burned and tasted awful. The dress is a dress; it isn't the fabric of my life--just a couple hours of my life, a costume, almost.
I got married. I am married. I plan to stay married.
But I need room in my closet for other things.
Good Words on LUCKY from BCCB, a nice way to end the week!
My editor sent me this nice review for A WHOLE LOT OF LUCKY from BCCB:
You’d think winning the lottery would solve all your problems in an
instant, but sixth-grader Hailee finds out it isn’t that easy. She has
to go to a posh new school, for one thing, a circumstance that she did
not foresee or desire, but her parents want her to have a better
education than they had. Her new cell phone also brings new conflict
with her parents, as she immediately
becomes addicted to texting and checking her Facebooks updates. Her
biggest challenges, though, are moral ones—now that she has access to
the popular girls who live in the big houses, will she continue to do
what she knows is right for her, like joining the Library Club, or
sacrifice her principles to earn the favor of girls who don’t share her
values? Hailee has a fresh, quirky outlook, peppered with wryly humorous
observations that ring both wise and age-appropriate. Her direct
questions to the reader as she ponders moral questions create a friendly
intimacy, and readers will be gratified that she doesn’t always make
bad choices, even when it’s tempting to do so. She’s got a down-home
relationship to church on Sundays that threads through her
decision-making in ways that many readers will relate to, and the
changes that the lottery win makes in her daily life are small enough to
insert a healthy dose of reality into that cherished fantasy. She also
bookishly sets her emotional troubles in the context of familiar
middle-grade novels, a trait that amps up both her likability and her
credibility. Readers will definitely feel as though they have made a new
friend in Hailee.
Loss of a Black Flip Flop
Loss of My Wedged Black Flip Flop
O, wedged black flip flop
to all you did match
That's why I packed you
and closed the latch.
Suitcase open
still early dawn
left was there
right was gone.
I called the airport
I filed a claim
They said they didn't have you
and that is my pain.
Right is still missing
Left is now home
I look for you always
The web I do roam.
Wedged Black Flip Flop
2011-2012
An Email from Riley
i love the book me and jack so much i am doing my book report on it so if you could write back that would be so cool i love the book me and jack--Riley, age 10
BOOKLIST likes A WHOLE LOT OF LUCKY!
Hailee Richardson is on the lower rung of her neighborhood’s economic ladder, but things take a turn when her parents win the lottery. Though Hailee sees big houses and a horse in her future, the story plays out more realistically. While three million dollars is a lot of money, it’s set up to come in installments over decades, so a new lifestyle isn’t in the works, except for one thing. When Hailee learns that her parents are transferring her to the exclusive Magnolia Academy, she tries to fight it, but soon enough she becomes intrigued with what it offers, even as she tries to redefine her relationship with her neighborhood BFF.
Haworth does an excellent job of portraying the modern kid’s life (cell phones, Facebook) mixed with evergreen problems like trying to fit in with the popular crowd and cheating on tests. She also makes the smart decision to have the lottery win be a plot point that propels the story into places that will interest kids most, rather than be its center. The fact that religion plays quietly and comfortably into the narrative is another plus. Booklist
From My Son's Journal
When you live in a tropical state, this kind of entry doesn't actually surprise you:
The Ice Cream, the Spider, and Me
We sat by the window after getting our ice cream. Peeling green paint revealed an old peach underneath, and a spider. I let coffee and chocolate ice creams mingle in my mouth. I wonder, I thought, if he's a jumping spider.
Boing!
He jumped like a flea, his trajectory my direction.
Why are daughters always so embarrassed when their mothers scream in public places?
At Jack Kerouac's House, Writing Poetry
At Jack Kerouac's House, Writing Poetry
I remember staying up too late the night before, watching an episode of a detective show on my laptop, and then a second, and
I wanted to watch a third but
I told myself No, it's almost two a.m. You'll be too tired in the morning.
I remember I accidentally woke up before seven. Six shots of espresso moved like sludge through my veins.
I remember Jack's house was on the Christmas tour a few years ago. I asked the host to show me where Jack sat when he worked. The floor slants down in that room. His mother slept in a cramped bedroom just off, and he slept on a cot near his work, I think. I remember I sort of felt sorry for Jack. I could feel him hemmed in that room, his success hemming him in. That day was hot and sticky even though it was December, and I wanted to absorb Jack but too many people coming in and out and the walls closing in, the blinds were closed, and I didn't know how Jack could work like that.
I remember the first poem the writer-in-residence had us write was an "I remember" poem.
When I remembered my bossy sister and my grandma's ten brothers and sisters throwing money at us, the other writers at the workshop laughed and that made me feel good. I remember other people wrote about sad things and that made me cry, which made me feel good, too.
I remember the big white dog with brown eyes who looked into mine and made me miss my own dog, even for those few hours.
And I remember driving home, climbing the stairs, closing my door, and secretly rereading my first poem just so I could hear the laughter again.
Behind the Scenes: Scraps of LUCKY Turn into a Novel
For me, the writing of a story almost always begins with voice, a voice so strong that it carries with it the gender, age, location, and disposition of the character. All I have to do then is think of what could be the worst thing that could happen to that character. If the voice is strong enough, I can drop the character into any situation and know how she’ll react. That’s where the real work begins: finding the right situation to exploit the voice in my head.
While I was in line edits for Me & Jack, I got hit by this image of two girls and a bike. Not
just a snapshot image, it was like a short video of an old memory. The girls
were in a driveway. I saw lots of trees, and it was that kind of warm/chilly
day you get in spring. The main character had just convinced her reluctant best
friend to let her ride her new bike (a new
bike, and it wasn’t even her birthday!) by agreeing to pay a dollar and a pack
of Smarties. As the MC rides away from her friend’s shouted instructions and
warnings, she feels as free as the honeysuckle air wafting under her nose, yet
she can’t help but compare her friend’s flashy new bike to her own embarrassing
old red boy bike, bought for three dollars at a garage sale last year.
The image of these two girls was so strong, I picked up a scrap of paper and wrote down the main character’s viewpoint of that scene, dialogue and all. The words flowed like water from the tap. Other thoughts popped up over the next few days and I wrote them all down. Later, I nixed some of them and expanded others, but what remained were those first words spoken by twelve-year-old Hailee Richardson, owner of the red boy bike. She didn’t know it then, but her whole life was about to change.
The first three chapters are available on my website. If you
compare them to the scraps—and if you can decipher my scratchy writing!—you’ll
see that the first few published pages don’t differ much from the first scrappy
words spoken by my then-nameless main character.
Parts of this book were written on the backs of old grocery
receipts, a must-have for every writer’s purse.
I hope you get the chance to enjoy A Whole Lot of Lucky! Keep reading and writing!
This post first appeared in From the Mixed Up Files, July 31st
This post first appeared in From the Mixed Up Files, July 31st
Great Stone Face Award, Me & Jack and more!
I've discovered more about New Hampshire's Great Stone Face Award and I can't help but feel excited!
From Kid's Books 101, written by Matt: "The Great Stone Face Award is an award that is given out every year to around 25 new 4th through 6th grade books
by the GSF Committee. It is
sponsored by the Children’s Library of New Hampshire. The name “Great
Stone Face” comes from the Man in the Mountain, which is the most
historic landmark that was in New Hampshire. This year’s Great Stone
Face books are really, really good."The voting takes place next April, and the winners will be announced May. I'm proud and humbled to find my book, Me & Jack, in such notable company:
2012-2013 Nominees
- Benjamin Franklinstein Lives by Matthew McElligott
- Bigger Than a Bread Box by Laurel Snyder
- Cheesie Mack Is Not a Genius or Anything by Steve Cotler
- Dragon Castle by Joseph Bruchac
- Flyaway by Lucy Christopher
- Hothead by Cal Ripken, Jr.
- Liesl & Po by Lauren Oliver
- Me & Jack by Danette Haworth
- The One and Only Ivan by Katherine Applegate
- Peter Nimble and His Fantastic Eyes by Jonathan Auxier
- Pie by Sarah Weeks
- Saving Arm Pit by Natalie Hyde
- The Silver Bowl by Diane Stanley
- Small as an Elephant by Jennifer Richard Jacobson
- Take Me to the River by Will Hobbs
- Tuesdays at the Castle by Jessica Day George
- The Unwanteds by Lisa McMann
- Wereworld: Rise of the Wolf by Curtis Jobling
- Wild Life by Cynthia DeFelice
- Wild Wings by Gill Lewis
- With a Name Like Love by Tess Hilmo
- Wolf Storm by Dee Garretson
- Wonder by R. J. Palacio
- Wonderstruck: A Novel in Words and Pictures by Brian Selznick
- Zita the Spacegirl by Ben Hatke
STARRED Kirkus Review for A Whole Lot of Lucky!
A WHOLE LOT OF LUCKY [STARRED REVIEW!]
Author: Haworth, Danette
Winning the lottery does not turn out as sixth-grader Hailee Richardson had imagined.
Yes, she does get the new bicycle and cellphone that were high on her list of needs, but she also gets sent to a different school, prestigious Magnolia Academy. New and nervous, Hailee becomes consumed with Facebook and is targeted by an older risk-taking classmate who threatens to get this previously good kid, who doesn’t even swear, into trouble. Soon she’s alienated a new friend and said something terrible to an old one. Dramatic and imaginative, Hailee is both quick-witted and quick to justify herself. In her first-person, present-tense narration, she promises to tell readers the truth, and she does, in her lights. But readers will see through this unreliable narrator, recognizing her jealous moments and her social insecurity. They may even be relieved by her father’s “intervention,” which curbs her cellphone addiction. Hailee’s love for the hard-to-control bougainvillea vines and the ever-changing swamp maple outside her Florida window reflect her own issues. Her parents’ sensible approach to their newly acquired wealth contrasts nicely with their daughter’s exaggerated dreams. Haworth effectively captures the self-consciousness, self-absorption and limited experience of a preteen, and the seductive charms of Facebook friendships for that age.
Realistic, modern and still familiar, this is a middle school story both children and their parents should read. (Fiction. 9-12)
Kirkus Reviews
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