Sep

9

 

My bulging bags stand by the door, ready for another long international flight. Those around me are envious of me getting another pass through passport control, but all I feel is that familiar sensation of sadness.

It’s one I’ve felt my whole life, and as a kid with a life of revolving doors of hello’s and goodbyes, I promised myself I would do it differently as a grownup. But fait pulled on her impish shoes and kicked my future into an even more complicated algorithm of family and location. Instead of living in at least one of the 2 continents my parents make their home in, my prince charming came from a distant land over a great ocean. Now I deal with three continents. Three places where my heart yearns to be , three places that after millions of years of continental drift will never be close.

So my life is a rhythm of hello and goodbye, the joy of meeting, the sharp pain of loss.

You’d think after a lifetime of practice I’d be better at it. I urge myself to follow the whimsical wisdom of Dr. Seuss ; “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

Growing up one of my favorite fairy tales was a French adaptation of a Grimm classic, The Six Swans. For years my imperfect French meant I watched the pictures and hardly caught the words spoken of the animated story. I watched it over and over, deeply emphasizing with the little princess who was separated from her family of many brothers.  The many brothers, the isolation, even the skill she used to save them, resonated in my young mind. The fact that she saves them from the enchantment that separated them, that she ultimately had the power to change her circumstances, was deeply comforting.

We often speak of the fallacy of fairy tales, how there is no happy ever after in this modern fairyless world. But what about the journey of the character, the little lessons learned before they ride into the sunset.

So on this Sunday morning  of yet another goodbye, I will pack not just my passport and plane ticket, but the perseverance of a princess.

May

22

It was crazy morning…as usual, with 16 kindergarteners snaking through the library as I taught them about our oh-so-smart friend Mr. Dewey. 16 little minds trying to figure out why pets are not under the 500’s with all the other animals (“Aren’t pets animals Ms. Stewart?”), but under the 600′s.

One kid could not be bothered. He kept on staring at the “big kid’s books”; the chapter fiction books on the far wall. After redirecting him twice, I finally had a moment to be proactive about his flimsy focus.

Q & A led to a remarkable comeback:

“Ms. Stewart, where are the picture books for big kids?”

HMMMMMMMMMM………….

Yes, this is a blog for children’s lit. But as a wana-be children’s author illustrator can I ask what should be a fundamental question: WHERE ARE THE PICTURE BOOKS FOR GROWN-UPS!?!

Everyone knows the strength of a visual. It bridges the gaps between all the world’s languages. It evens out the tremendous fissures between those who can read, and those who can’t. It can bring you to tears in a second or make you scream with hilarity. We all have deeply fond memories of that one special picture book we had read over and over and over… and over.

So then 2/3rd grade rolls around and suddenly you are supposed to start the trip of growing up. Less and less pictures. More and more relying on your own mind. Luckily for me, my mind’s more vivid than Technicolor, more layered than the earth’s crust and more active than the US Olympic team. But what about our non-reading grown-ups or  those dull of imagination? Audiobooks? A few syfy graphic novels? Shunning  all books and becoming a TV zombie?

Is it too late to go back to childhood?

Or is there a way in this multi- answer techno world of ours of creating picture books for grown-ups. Adam Mansbach’s verses in Go the F&*^ to sleep  is a start. A  touchy, contentious one.  An adult book, with a kiddy kink. But what I want, wish fo,r wonder about is a an adult book, with an adult theme and ….pictures. Not a book with a few pictures. A book where the words cannot do without the images and the images cannot do without the words.

A true PICTURE BOOK.

…PLEASE?

Mar

25

 

 

 

The last few weeks has found me substitute teaching in an elementary school library. A whirlwind experience as action pact as any Big Nate book; and as colorful and festooned as a Fancy Nancy copy.

As far as market research goes, this job cannot be beat. In fact, I encourage any serious writer with a little extra time on their hands to either volunteer at your local school library (something that will bring tears to any over worked, understaffed school librarian) or help out in the children’s room at your community library.  Doing it often enough, you start to see the patterns emerging of what kids take out over and over, what they ask for time and again. And yes, I used Big Nate by Lincoln Pierce and Fancy Nancy by Jane O’Connor for a reason. When 4th graders vie for a book that is as popular with kindergarteners, one’s interest is picked. After all, in most things a 4th grader would rather have recess suspended for a lifetime than be known to have shared interest with a lowly, “baby” kindergartener.

As far as Big Nate goes, though it lives in the shadow of its hugely publicized, Hollywood produced, more famous rival; Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Big Nate has a broader age appeal. DOWK (said with a 3rd grade eye roll and explanation of, “Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Ms. Stewart”) battles for our 8 copies are mostly raged between 3rd and 4th graders. Big Nate has crossed the age gap to have kids from 2nd to 4th clamoring for the 2 single copies we stock. (Insert wishful thinking for donors here). I had to inform an ever hopeful 1st grader, that his chances of obtaining a copy any time soon, was very slim. But to keep avid reading hearts from braking (which should be a capital offense) we added his name to a waiting list (though I know it should be called a wishful thinking list).

I suspect the fact that Big Nate filled with comic strip action has something to do with its wider appeal. An idea that made me wonder how we can apply this nifty trick elsewhere….. In fact…. Brain storm brainstorm….hmmmmmmmm

For financial gain and personal glory I’ll withhold this new brainchild at this point, but it does lead me to mention a fact that does any teacher’s heart good.

Yes, I checkout countless picture books and chapter books in my  day as school librarian, but what is ever surprising is the vast number of nonfiction that runs through my scanner. We have the ever popular dinosaurs, animals of every kind really, category. ..In fact anything in 500 range (Dewey decimal , Dahhling) and the 700’s sport section. Cars, military, and I-spy books are hot topics too. And for some strange reason world wars are a huge hit in 2nd grade right now.

As I check the books out my heart gives a little nod to the fact that no matter what the book, our elementary kids are reading. Something teachers have tried so hard for. Substituting in high schools has shown that somewhere along the line the wonders of kids reading, dies; but that’s a blog for a different day.

What I hope for, with anxiety and heartfelt appeal, is that this trend persists; that we build on it, to maybe bridge a gap between fiction and non-fiction (If they are going to read and enjoy it, why not poor on a heavy dose of information?)

 

“To read is to fly: it is to soar to a point of vantage which gives a view over wide terrains of history, human variety, ideas, shared experience and the fruits of many inquiries.”

- A C Grayling, Financial Times (in a review of A History of Reading by Alberto Manguel)

May all our children have wings.

Ps. Need a donation fix? Teaticket Elementary school in Falmouth, Ma would be thrilled to help offload some good will.

Mar

18

The Caldecott medals have a long and illustrious history of giving illustrators that well deserved pat on the back with their yearly chosen picture book.

Usually, as an artist I wait in anticipation to see what someone has created with their blend of imagination and fantastic artistic talents. The visuals tend to be of such standard that anyone can be awed by their beauty and ability to consume you as you become one with the story.

Last year it was the delicate whimsy of A Sick Day for Amos McGee, illustrated by Erin E. Stead, written by Philip C. Stead. Looking at only the pictures I could right away grasp the gentleness of the main character, drawn so finely and with such loving grace. The whimsy of the old zookeeper and his animal friends were filled with such love and warmth- a sure cure to the cold that might attract any reader to choose a sick day book.

So I was happy to hear that the Caldecott had gone to a man who had won it once before for his exuberant and colorful rendering of an interracial family. In The Hello, Goodbye Window illustrated by Chris Raschka and written by Norton Juster, he really captured the color of a family of multiple colors. What a visual tribute to multi-culturalism.

I opened the vivid A Ball for Daisy by Chris Raschka, this year’s winner, and paged through its glossy sheets. What I saw was his same joy in the use of color, and a deceptively simple technique that is sure to win the hearts of many a curious kid. But what I felt as a visual addict was also a sense of being let down a little. True his watercolor, ink and gouache is bright and rambunctious like his adorable dog. But where was the breathless magic so many previous winners had stunned me with?

 

This winner has left me to wonder…

Is this artist to jaded? Too old? Did I miss the punch line? Or was the choice, one that has us feeling like when we read about the previous night’s Oscars and can’t help but ask: “what were they thinking?”.

Mar

27

 

meds for a lost voice?

We all have voices, which we tend to use often and with force. Losing one’s voice usually means a trip to the doctor to find it. But the trip to find your literary voice isn’t as easy as a prescription and bed rest.

In our group we have a lady who has taken this journey and has founded her voice. More specifically, she found the voice of the wonderfully creative and sensitive pre-teen character called Izzy B. In that moment where the words stopped being Susan writing and Izzy B talking, Izzy B went from two dimensional to 3D sensational.

I’m not there yet. In fact I only realized I’d lost my voice on Wed. Maybe it was never even there to start with? As a writer I had so concentrated on plot and setting and story arc and humor and and and; I didn’t realize that this was still me writing, not Ben talking.

How do you do that?

It helps to have a real live person to imitate. But if like me you don’t have a handy 8 year old boy to use as a muse; you can use some of the tricks Krysti Sibley lists on this website:

http://writing2.richmond.edu/writing/wweb/voice.html

•Study writers who have a strong voice. “Never hesitate to imitate another writer. Imitation is an important part of the creative process for anyone learning an art or craft.” (Zinsser 238) Find the best writers in a field that interests you and read their work aloud. Get their voice and taste into your ear. “You too will shed your imitative skins and become who you are supposed to become.”

•Do frequent and regular freewriting exercises. Peter Elbow suggests, “Try to make up for all the writing you haven’t done. Use writing for as many different tasks as you can. Keep a notebook or journal to explore thoughts for yourself.” (Elbow 306)

•Write a lot without an audience. Try different tones and voices to discover what your inner self sounds like. “Fool around, jump from one mood or voice to another, mimic, play-act, dramatize, and exaggerate. Let your writing be outrageous. Practice relinquishing control.” (Elbow 306)

•Direct all your efforts into experiencing or re-experiencing what you are writing about. Be there. See it. Participate in what you are writing about and let the words come out.

•Write about what is important to you. If it is important, you’ll probably find the psychic energy you need to really connect with it or open yourself to it.

•Trust yourself and don’t think too hard about what you want to do to the reader.

•Don’t ask for too big an experience from your reader too soon.

•Learn to coach yourself, to give yourself pep talks as you write — especially if you sense yourself losing contact with what you are trying to write about.

•Whenever you get feedback, always ask readers to point out the bits that actually made them see, hear, or experience something. Strive for this in a few paragraphs in your next writing without a grade and then gradually build yourself up.

•Omit clichés. Taste chooses words that have surprise, strength and precision. Also, writing that will endure tends to consist of words that are short and strong; words that sedate are three, four, and five syllables.

•Say the sentence out loud before you write it. As Writing Tutor Todd Ferrante says, “By actually saying it aloud, they not only focus on their argument, but also create an original voice all their own.” Writing Fellow Anne Bolton agrees. “Read your paper aloud,” she says, “see if you would be bored to death or be passionate about reading the essay.”

 

So I’m off to stock-up on writer’s “cough drops and Halls”.

Good luck with finding yours.

Image from  “A DRAGON IN MY THROAT” by Jeanne Stewart

 

Mar

20

Big Boy Void

Part 3

 This is me, Ben writing for Ms. Jeanne today.

I figured since you guys were talking about boys and books and stuff I wanna say something too. Since I’M and BOY and actually I’m sorta IN a BOOK

(What? Oh Ms. Jeanne says to tell you it’s called GLOW BALL WARNING).

Now I don’t know the void thing Ms. Jeanne goes on about. I know about Avoid, which means to stay away from, so maybe this means Awe-thurs are staying away from writing boy books.

WHICH IS NOT COOL, DUDE!

Being an AWE-thur must be the spiffiest job ever! It’s so cool they even named those people something about awe. My teacher says awe means amazing. So it’s like your job is to be an amazing-thur. You get to make stuff up and tell it in stories and then it gets pub-LICIOUS. Now I’m only in firste grade, but even I know that must be nice since de-licious means yummy, so no wander Awe-thurs want to be someone who pub-licious a lot.

So what’s the big deal? Why won’t amazing-thurs, I mean Awe-thurs write cool books for amazing boys like me? That’s like something they should get a time out for!

Luckily some awe-thurs remembered to be MAN-ufic and wrote books for a one-day man (that’s us,… boys…Not little boys of 4 or big kid boys of 13… but middle age boys).

Ms. Megan McDonald is a super cool mega awe-thur. She’s like so tasty and delicious and stuff that she’s famous. First she had to practice so she wrote books about silly bossy big sisters like Judy Moody (oops…. Ms Jeanne says this is a title and must be in special writing..) JUDY MOODY. There’s a bunch of books about her; and my sister, Sarah, in 3rd grade says JUDY MOODY is wicked. But good wicked, not bad wicked.

But then when Ms. Megan got really good at being an awe-thur she started writing her coolest super amazing stupendous BOY BOOKS! And you know she knows boys ‘cause the boy is called        (…What?…Oh, Ms Jeanne says I have to use bunny ear fingers when I say the name)… “STINK” and it’s all about cool boy stuff and teasing his sneaky sister, and enormous candy and he even writes his own comic and everything!

You gotta read this book. That’s why it’s in RED, for hot! Even if you are a silly goober girl – poor you. You have to go and buy it or get it at the library….               

(Wait… Ms Jeanne is talking again….she talks too much….I have to say what?…oh!)

I forgot to tell you. The books are called STINK and then they have all different “…AND THE’s…”  (see Ms Jeanne I used your bunny fingers all by myself) parts. Like “Stink AND THE World’s worst Super Stinky Sneakers. Or “…AND THE Incredible Super Galactic Jawbreaker

(What? Ugh. Ms. Jeanne says my mom says I have to stop bothering Ms. Jeanne and go and have my breakfast, before I’m late for school.)

So I won’t have time for my closing ; my teacher says you have to have a beginning and a middle and a closing.

Maybe all the cool awe-thurs will read this and give me a closing. They will explain why there are only like a few cool books for not little boys, not big kid boys, but middle boys. Then they will get all their pencils sharpened and write us stuff and everyone will be pub-licious.

Ok this is where I get to sign my name in letters that looks like spaghetti which Sarah calls cursive.

Ben Bradshaw

(OK OK Mom I’m COMING!! )

Bye!

Mar

14

Q & A With Joseph Kelly

Last week I started a series of blogs on what I think of as the Boy Book Void: that big hole where the range of imaginative, popular, inspiring books for middle grade boys should be.

I had started this quest as part of my research for my own middle grade chapter book for boys, GLOW BALL WARNING. And if you had read last week’s blog, (nudge nudge)you know I stumbled across two beacons of light in the literary desert. One of them was illustrated by Joseph Kelly.

I reminded myself that we African chics generally don’t come without buckets of courage, and jotted an e-mail to Mr Kelly, illustrator extraordinaire. I promised not to flood him with too many questions, with the hope that he would answer at least one.

And he did.

Brilliantly…

Q: Can you explain the dynamics between you, the author ( Jessica Scott Kerrin), and Debbie Rogosin, the series editor for Martin Bridge?

A: Happily, I had complete creative freedom while making the art for the Martin Bridge books, but I don’t think that would have meant as much as it did if the entire team hadn’t been as talented and dedicated as it was.

The creative core of the Martin Bridge series consisted of author Jessica, editor Debbie, designer Julia and me.  Once Debbie and Jessica had the text finalized – months of work in itself – Julia would roughly lay out the pages for the story with gaps left for possible illustrations, and then she’d email me a PDF file to look over.  I’d print the pages and tape together a full-sized rough and read it several times while making notes in the margins.  After a couple of days I’d send Debbie and Julia a list of suggestions for where I’d like the illustrations to go.  This had to be done quickly because the clock to the artwork deadline was now definitely ticking.  Mostly I would ask if the space for a picture could be moved or stretched across two pages.  Sometimes I’d want a more organic space that might cut through the text diagonally.  Once in a while I’d ask if a line or two of text could be shifted to the next page to accommodate a clearer illustration.  Debbie and Julia would review my requests, then Julia would go to work and a couple days later I’d get another PDF with the requested changes included.

Then it was pencil rough time.  The Martin Bridge books needed upwards of eighty illustrations with a schedule of only about a hundred and twenty days to get everything roughed-in, approved and then completed and delivered as digital TIFF files, so the pencil roughs had to be essentially finished line art.  Problem was, I’d have to also do all the research and design, including new character designs, on the fly. The main characters of Martin, Alex, Stuart, Laila and Martin’s parents had all been designed and approved before the first book was illustrated but there was always someone or something new that had to be drawn.  On major items like Martin’s teachers or the family house I’d submit a design to Debbie before proceeding.  As the drawing progressed I’d email Debbie batches of illustrations, mostly so she could keep track of where I was  When the pencil roughs were finished Julia would drop the art into the text and send it to Debbie for review.

This was always a tense time for me.  What if there were a lot of changes?  What if some drawings had to be completely redone? There was really no reason to worry – there are always some changes – but I guess after the big push to get the pencils done it was hard to turn the creative process off, or at least down, because – tick-tock-tick-tock – that deadline clock was running.

After a few days Debbie would send me her notes, several single-spaced pages.  Most of the notes were comments like ‘nice’ or ‘the treehouse looks good’ but there were always some changes, too.  I never argued because Debbie always made her point logically. She was right.  Once in a great while she and Julia might hash it out and decide that an illustration of another moment in the scene would be better, and that would mean a complete re-draw, but mostly the comments were things like ‘Martin’s left eye looks odd’ or ‘is that the same lunchbox he had in book 3′.  Julia had already sent me the PDF with the pencils included so I’d print out and make a new copy for myself and then cut up and tape in Debbie’s notes at the appropriate places so I wouldn’t forget to make the changes.

Now it was time to finish the finals with all the changes incorporated.  Because the deadline was looming this meant for the Martin Bridge books that I’d have to often complete up to three or four pieces of art a day.  The grayscale art was mostly shaded digitally in Photoshop or Painter, not because it was easier than using paint or ink but because I had to have a way of quickly getting consistent gray values from one piece of art to the next.  Also, all sorts of brushes can be made and saved in Photoshop and Painter for effects that aren’t timely using ink or paint.  And, working digitally, if an artist’s monitor is properly calibrated there will never be any nasty surprises when the proofs come back from the printer.

Then when all the final art for the story was finished and sent to the publisher’s server the whole process would start again for the next story — and then came The Cover.  Throughout the process of illustrating the stories Debbie and I would exchange ideas for the book’s front and back covers.  I’d often send several color roughs that would get a polite thumbs down, but when we found an idea we both liked Debbie would take the rough and vanish for a time into the Land of Meetings.  Understandably covers are a big deal in publishing.  Everyone wants to have a say concerning the cover, especially Marketing, so sometimes I’d have to try again, but mostly it was just a case of adjusting a background color or fiddling with Martin’s costume.  Then front and back covers were painted, the book was reviewed by the publisher with a scanning electron microscope (not really but close), and I would collapse in a heap until the truly wonderful, magical, without precedent moment when a magnificent FedEx box stuffed with Martin Bridge books arrived on my doorstep.

 

Q: What comes first, an image in your mind or an idea for a scenario?

A: For me, it’s the scenario. My mind is always flipping through a mental rolodex of possible pictures, 99% of which I’ll never sketch, let alone paint. But if I have even a simple story to plug an image into then a random picture wafting around my brain just might get lucky and become a painting.  It could be anything, even something like ‘some cows walked up a hill’, and I’ll be off and drawing.

The Pepperpot Piper webcomic is something I’ve been preparing for months. I won’t even start to design the site until this Summer. All of the research and sketching of Jazz Age cars and clothes as well as a few main character maquettes in clay are happening now, but by far the most important part is the script, a story arc in three parts, 2/3s of which is solid, done, finito and ready to draw. I’ve seen other artists dive into making their online comics without a finished script or with just a vague idea of where it’s going to go, but I can’t imagine working that way! There’s no possibility of complexity in stream-of-consciousness writing and the very real possibility that the project will wander into the weeds or crash and burn before it finds its legs. Some comics have peaked my interest only to stop dead, abandoned, not updated for months or years, victims of the trap of having a weekly deadline but nothing to say. One ongoing comic I visit has been in the midst of a fight between characters for six weeks – that’s a lot of brawling and not much story. This is very sad, all that work for so little return! And it could have been avoided by doing some planning before they started to draw.

For instance, Pepperpot Piper has adamantine rules for the lead character. Among them, Pepperpot is the Jazz Age’s spunkiest flapper, who always accepts the basic humanity of anyone she meets, even the strip’s sundry goons, mesmerists, mad scientists and robots. She is a knee-jerk humanist. She will never be drawn holding a gun or any weapon and will never resort to mayhem to get out of a pickle. There are more rules, but you get the point.  A little preplanning and maybe even a germ of a story are, I believe, pretty important before the pencil hits the paper.

Q: How do you deal with the differences between grayscale and color illustrations, and what is your preference?

A: I very much prefer to work in color. You can squeeze a lot of passion out of line art and wash, but it tries to fight you all the way since working in black and white is limiting by its very nature. It’s easy to make a character pop or direct a reader’s eye or ramp up the excitement when working in color, but black and white pretty much gives you one option – lose, or at least gray-out, that background you toiled over all day!

You rightly noted that Pepperpot Piper is in black and white. But actually what I’ve completed is in full color, though I’ll be desaturating the art and presenting it in grayscale because  – 1 – it feels more appropriate to the Jazz Age and – 2 – when or if it comes time to start selling printed strips I’m pretty certain I won’t be able to spring for printing a four color comic, no matter how much I want to. I’ll still have the color version in case a miracle happens.

To see Joseph Kelly’s work in all its wonder:

http://illustratedbyjosephkelly.com/home5.html

Make sure you spend a moment either online or with an actual copy of A Paddling of Ducks  (written by Marjorie Blain Parker). Like myself, you’ll be dazzled by the vividness of his work.

Jonesing for more Joseph?

http://www.kidscanpress.com/US/CreatorDetails.aspx?cid=613

http://www.scbwi.org/MemberProfile.aspx?u=2846741730914718

Mar

7

Boy Book Void

Part One

On my desk are 3 chapter books. They are all what we call Middle Grade chapter books, they are all for the younger end of the middle grade scale, and they all happen to have predominantly orange jackets.

Interesting….

Those of you who follow this website’s various blogs know that we are Packer-rats. We adore Sara Pennypacker’s Clementine series. We commune and worship at this successful, local author’s feet and whisper her name as a good luck charm. Her books, voice, characterization, fame and fortune has been extoled on this site to the point that I don’t need to progress. But I do need to ask a question:

Where’s Clementine’s brother?

Not the character’s sibling, but a fantastically successful, fun and full of life character for the male 7-12 set? And no, Diary of a Wimpy Kid doesn’t count since it’s a slightly older age group.

Last Friday, on a research hunt, I stopped by my local library to find out the answer to this question. With the help of the librarian, we roamed the racks. What we found, was what I expected. A puny plunder indeed. Was this IT? I wandered and headed for Old Faithful: Google. Well the verdict is still out on that one and I’ll come back to this topic in a future blog.

I did take out two of the orange books that now rest beside me:

Big Nate, in a class by himself , written and illustrated by Lincoln Peirce

                                                                and

Martin Bridge, Out of Orbit by Jessica Scott Kerrin, illustrated by Joseph Kelly

Big Nate came out last year and so far everything is Big about Big Nate. The number of copies sold, the interactive blog and website and the not so big-Big Nate himself.

http://www.bignatebooks.com/content/videos

What drew me to this book was what I really wanted to find on my field trip that day. How many illustrations should I put into my own written and illustrated chapter book for boys age 7-10; GLOW BALL WARNING?

Big Nate was a wonderful discovery. Big Nate started as a cartoon strip, but this was his first full length chapter book. I loved the idea of combining a chapter book and cartoon strip into an “almost” graphic novel. I say almost since graphic novels have 90% graphics. Big Nate is more 50-50. There is a perfect balance between the amount of text and illustrations. They truly seem seamlessly symbiotic. Maybe this delicate balance comes easier if the same person does both the writing and illustration? Maybe it’s a boon that comes with being a cartoonist first and then a published children’s book author? Either way, it stole my heart and gave me hope for my own budding boy book.

But on the other end is the Martin Bridge Books, using a more standardized format of paragraphs and pictures. This dynamic duo got it down pat. Yet they literally live on opposite ends of North America. Scott Kerrin, word wiz, lives in Nova Scottia; Kelly’s drawing digs are in California.

Now this is very doable in this techno age, but still. I can’t help wonder how often they meet or share ideas on the raising and future of their character kid, Martin. Kelly professes to be a Martin incarnate himself, so is that what made this match published book heaven?  As he stated in an Q & A session for Kids Can Press ( the Martin Bridge publishers);

 Q: “What is the thing that you like the most about creating children’s books?”

A: “For Martin Bridge, the research, building his world, designing the characters and letting them interact with each other. I especially enjoy drawing the comedy, exaggeration and pathos. The most fun is holding the finished book and imagining kids opening it for the first time and wondering which drawings they’ll like and turn to again.”

http://www.kidscanpress.com/US/CreatorDetails.aspx?cid=613

So my answer is not yet defined. But maybe my musings has underlined that the boy book void means that maybe everything goes?

 

To be continued…..

Feb

28

Share, and say “Look at this…”

 

"AAAAAA" from Glow Ball Warning

It’s a sleepy Sunday snow day and my brain is a hot mess.

Why, You may ask?

Submitting things as an artist/writer/ illustrator is always a slow form of torture. The agony of deciding if something is ready to submit; if it’s good enough; is it appropriate blah blah blah…

This year I added another to my list of laments: did I already submit this last year? Oh Gosh, was I this unproductive in a full 365 days?

I’ve been wondering about what makes a good illustration vs. what makes a pleasing piece of art.

Obviously one has to tell a story; but many good painting do that anyway. It has to be enticing to a child, so in my book that means vivid, compelling and slightly off beat.

Every year the New York Times Book Review asks the same question to “those in the know”. This was 2008 ‘s conclusion:

http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/11/06/books/20081109ILLUSTRATEDBOOKS_index.html

If you press on the gray bar, you can peruse the ‘illuminated manuscripts’ with me.

1.   I loved the dichotomy of the two pages together. It was like a love child between scrapbooking and traditional illustrating.

 

2.  Number Two bowled me over. Pun intended. Hot darn but the perspective is electric. Suddenly I’m a snotty nose kid who had snuck into the pit during a major league ball game.

 

3.  Number three by K. Kohara is so deceptively simple; you might smirk and give a Jackson Pollock painting response, “I can do that.” But we didn’t. This fellow did, and with remarkable good line work, color choices and fantastically done transparent ghosts.

 

4.  As they say in Japan, “Kampai (good fortune/ cheers) Young sun!”  Ed Young captured all the wonderful tradition of Japanese prints with an amazing layout. The way the pages vertically reads with the reeds, was superb. By the way, not his first nod by the NY Times Review.

 

5.  To click a button and see the slide of this book, blew my mind. An illustrated book for blind children…about color. I’d say more but quite frankly I’m too choked up.

 

6.  See the words,  “…held tight. Alone”. Well yes, yes, yes. I CAN see how the small, trembling leaf is barely holding on. And how he has to do it will all the weight and power of that one word: Alone.

 

7.  Splash! I love….

 No, wait. Now it’s your turn.

You tell me what you thought of number seven through eleven.

After all, one of the best characteristics of children’s book illustrations are that they make you want to share, and say

 

“ Look at this…”

May

24

I once read a saying concerning children’s literature that has stuck with me.

“It’s a bunny eats bunny world.”

And boy is it true. All the fantastical fairy castles and whimsical adventures can shroud this fact to the point where one can forget about it. Then, like any good bad guy, when you are already quivering, it blows your house down.

 I had this experience as I headed for a highly abbreviated conference. Life had intervened to the point where an all-weekend-adventure for authors, became a long road trip for a short critique session and a long road home. The session was insightful, and worth it, but not what one hopes for and not what my poor piggies were praying for.  Instead of a life line for my life fines, I got a robust reality check.

 Even though my submission to the publishing gods got my piggies fried and served up with crow, I know I’ll get back in the game.

 The question I just keep on wondering about is how to protect one’s creative spirit from the big bad wolf of life? When the punches come low and fast and the sound of huffing and puffing is all you can hear, how do you put that aside and return to the writing zone?

As a designer I was taught to do that, but the designs where impersonal and protected by professionalism. In art I conquer the problem by painting the problem to death, in multiple media if necessary. But dragging adult problems into books for children? That can’t be right.

 And so I wait. For the darn wolf to get the message and leave. I brainstorm and plan from a distance, biding my time for the huffing to subside into silence. I’ll open the door and stick out my tongue and remind the gods that, “There will be no failure to launch!”

Jeanne Stewart

May

17

Sometimes life smacks you over the head hard enough that the words perched on your tongue gets swallowed. One can either spit out the mangled gibberish or fill the ensuing silence with someone else’s words.

This week Mo Williams will do that honor for me. This wily New Yorker has taken his deceptively simple picture books into a level of success most haven’t even thought of, with musicals and animated movies being but a few of his numerous spin-offs.

 

So take it away Mo:

 http://animondays.blogspot.com/2010/03/cutting-room-floor.html

May

10

T minus 4 days….

In 4 days I will attend my first children’s writer’s conference. I signed up for  workshops, did the home work, read bios online, printed business cards for networking, got paper and pen for note taking, and my ears tuned for learning as I listen to the pros speak. But all of this is just bonus. The reason de tetra is a critic session with a pro.

But is my work ready? Am I ready?

Will the skies open and the light shine down as I get an indication whether all this hard work is for something, or if this just a pipe dream? Will I hear the jeweled drops fall off the publishing god’s mouth as they speak the words, “Yes you may submit to us.”  

I have always had a very hard time knowing when my work is ready, completed, and good enough. No matter if it’s writing, illustrations, or art; the battle always reoccurs. Sometimes I loose, sometimes I win, but I always have to fight another day. I find it impossible to be objective over something that is so innately subjective and so sensitive to ones soul.

This could be due to the training one receives in college or due to a Calvinistic culture where Pride comes before a Fall. If one knew when your own work was completed, was perfect, one would feel pride after all. What comes next, the fall? In college, they break your ego just enough to make you more malleable and self aware, creating stronger consciousness of your own creative process. This usually leads to better art and design. But it can also leave the artist with a lack of fortitude to push his own work in a market driven world.   Enter Achilles and his famous tendon.

So now what?

If you are lucky you have a group such as this one that helps you get ready to submit to the publishing gods. They help you grow and groom your offering, pat you on the back and tell you all the words you both hope to hear; and when your courage and bladder fails, push you up towards the altar. Then you are on your own. You stumble, you sweat, you stammer. Your child, creation, story, soul lies bleating on the altar; the editorial butcher’s knife hanging over its neck. 

“Kerthunk!”

To be continued in T minus 7 days      

Jeanne Stewart

May

3

 

Big Tops for Big Dreams

A few years ago I wrote this after seeing my first live Cirque du Soleil performance. It fits the mood I found myself in today – giddy, overwhelmed and breathless all at once.  

 

I can’t remember the first time I tasted chocolate, or my first trip to the movies. What I wouldn’t give to experience that thrill again. Childhood has such magic; and to me anything that can capture that wonder for a moment, is truly delightful.

 

What if somehow, we could experience it with the refined perception of grown-ups, wouldn’t it be even better?

This weekend I came as close as I ever think I could to replicating that wonder, awe and delight we so often leave behind with our dolls and Lego blocks.

 

On a St Petersburg Friday my Cirque (du Soleil) came to town.

 I first learned of this circus for the post-childhood crowd as a teen whiling away sleepy Sundays on the sofa in front of the TV. It would be an unexpected delight due to a rained out spots game. Like finding cash in a forgotten pocket. My dad and I would sit, glued as our hearts raced at each new trick and trill. Not even TV could minimize the adrenaline pumping through the systems of the clowns and crowds. We spoke about what it would feel like to be there in person. But the Cirque doesn’t travel to Sub-Sahara Africa and the Rand not far at all in North America. This dream was destined into dust.

 Now I sat 4 rows from the Cirque stage. I realized that I should reconsider the whole “wish list is for kids” idea. Obviously adult pragmatism didn’t figure in fate, Florida or fairytales.  I would never have lived in a Varekai dream and wouldn’t know what a legal hallucination feels like. Two and a half hours of bugs on drugs, trapezers flying in fishnets, columns of contortionists and clowns crooning Brel dressed as The King. It’s a cocktail of dynamic dance, dazzling colors, evocative music and mind-blowing motion that leaves you breathless and slightly aroused. The perfect drink. The ultimate safe drug. It left me dying for my next Cirque du Soleil fix.  I was the child at its first party and the grown-up at its first performance.

 

What a wonderful world we live in, where someone thought of transporting the jaded back to the joy of the juvenile. 

Jeanne Stewart     

Apr

26

Pie-rate by J. Stewart

Of all the mountains one has to cross in children’s fiction, to get to the promised land of “being published”, the Himalaya has to be originality.

 I once had an art teacher who told us that everything we will ever make has already been done before. It was devastating and also oddly comforting. I took it as her way of saying, stop posing; be who you really are.

 That was art and this is writing, but the principle stays the same. No matter how hard we try, chances are a similar character was once used, a plot line may be a mirror of something you once read when you were 10, or a setting inspired by a view  may have inspired Ludwig Bemelmans to set his Madeline series in Paris.

So do you give up or stop posing; be who you really are?

In my case, being who I really am would flummox the best label maker. I was born and raised in Africa, spent a lot of time in Europe from a young age, emigrated to the US, lived in alternative housing such as sailboats and campers, dealt with a learning disability like ADD but teaching special needs…so many variables. So does an unusual life like this make me unique enough that I can pop out an interesting story for a child? Gosh, I really hope so.

Yet out of all these contributing factors, the one I probably most rely on to help me generate a new plot/ character/ setting, I got from my dad Jopie.

 His funny sense of humor and way of interpreting and dissecting words invariably sows the seed for a new story. Pirate becomes pie-rate, a measuring system used by scurvy sea dogs. After all, even swashbuckling, one legged fiends love pie.

So does one need a world-traipsing life to be unique enough to climb your Himalaya of originality? Or maybe by being who you are, unique in the way you have blended all your life’s influences, makes it possible to come up with that exceptional book the publishers want.

 Jeanne Stewart

Apr

19

 

 Urban scribble

I was looking out of the oval window at the end of a never ending 16 hour flight. I watched New York wake up beneath me.

First there had been the wall-to-wall carpet of the Atlantic Ocean. Now the door pane of the coastline loomed. If Africa lying behind me was the garage, then this had to be the lounge. To the east, Europe is my kitchen. I realize that as a splintered person who dealt with her multi-locational life by squeezing them into one imaginary house, my stories, and how I write them, live in imaginary buildings too.

 The beginning spaces have characters, settings and ideas living in a muddle in a small, downtown apartment. Characters waiting for a story, split a crammed bathroom with quirky occurrences. One bedroom has 8 endings sharing, dormitory style; all vying for the top bunks. Too many names and places cram on the sofa. When the landlord comes calling, all vie for her attention. It’s loud and jumbled, slightly smelly and totally over crowded.

 This mishmash of disordered creativity is across town from the suburban single family home. The dynamics need tweaking, the processes in need of prayers, and the peace just a façade. But only the allotted characters live here, with ample space for occurrences, story arcs and themes. The back yard requires attention, the house could do with paint and family dynamics will have to be edited; nevertheless everyone can see there is order and development in a healthy way. The goal is clearly in sight. The story is growing and the process is well on its way.

If you were to take a ride, a veritable road trip with multiple stops, detours, flat tires, and a trunk load of luck, you will come to the last space. This is where all wanna-be-stories hopes to reside…once upon a time.

If this is the universal dream, then this is a glorious and enticing house, maybe with turrets and balconies and a fantastic garden.  Characters and plots live with a sense of entitlement. They have arrived, intact and noticed, admired by some, loved by all. The effort and work has paid off; one could sit back and enjoy the fruits of their creation. Who knows, their legacy might persist for generations to come, like the Roald Dahls next door or the Dr. Seuss’s down the street.

Jeanne Stewart

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