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/ still a dreamer

I find there are periods of time in which I am all over the place. I’m working on several graphics jobs that call upon very different mindsets, am fielding a proposal to do a new job, wondering when I should follow up on something I am waiting to hear back on, when I’ll get the time, (or desire), to simply pull the remaining paperwork from my files so I can put away all my 2010 tax stuff, and it goes on and on.

I finally used my Barnes & Noble’s gift card from Christmas – bought the reference book I’ll need for some of my characters in the picture book I’ll be bringing with me to the upcoming NJ SCBWI June Conference, and surprise! David Cook’s CD, (yup, from American Idol.) Usually, when I work at my desk, I listen to new age, light classical piano or guitar, or Indian (American) music because I can’t do creative writing when someone is singing lyrics, but lately, when on other types of work, I find myself listening to the radioio IDOLS station in iTunes. Sometimes I watch the show, sometimes not – this year I seem to be interested. I do know, however, when I hear David Cook’s voice, I hear something I like, so he’ll be arriving in a few days. And then I went to read a bit about Patricia Briggs’ latest in the Mercy Thompson series, River Marked, but let’s not go there just yet.

Forrest Gump arrived today. I must be the only person on the planet who hasn’t seen Forrest Gump, but so be it. I, unlike a friend of mine, am a constant juggler of movies in my queue. He just adds something, and when it comes up, it comes up. Not me. I seem to ponder how it will fit in with the current tenor of my life, my feelings, etc. Do I want to laugh? (or need to?) Am in the frame of mind to deal with something powerful and disturbing? I can’t say how many times I have pushed Hotel Rwanda down as it begins to surface in my queue. And I just watched Alice in Wonderland, which I really enjoyed a lot. Makes me think that maybe when I’m done my current book, that I’ll read Alice – she’s a fixture on my bookshelf.

Now watching Alice in Wonderland and Forrest Gump may be an offset to that current book – The Kite Runner. I was told it was a very sad book. I didn’t ask why my friend found it so, so am discovering the many levels of sadness for myself. Certainly, reading a book like this makes it that much more obvious what fabulous, often spoiled, lives we are living here in the land of the free and home of the brave. Visualizing the bombed ruins of Kabul and other parts of Afghanistan and the cruelty of the Taliban as described by the author is sobering to say the least. And it made me think of how that happened here in its own way, except that the victims weren’t Afghani people, they were native Americans.

Imagining the abject poverty the Afghan people were subjected to is heartbreaking, but that same poverty is also right here in America. Many of those living on reservations are living in conditions that are below those of third world countries, yet no one ever talks about it. Or even seems to know. Indians have the highest rate of poverty of any group in the United States.

Years ago at a pow-wow, I saw this great tee shirt. It was funny, well, no – not funny – more ironic. Clever. Ultimately, more sad than anything else. It features Geronimo and several other Indians, the tee shirt saying – Homeland Security – Fighting Terrorism since 1492. Here it is – you can order it at Northern Sun along with many items which have something to say. Was their experience so different than what happened in Afghanistan? Their world destroyed, families killed, homes taken away, forced to live where their terrorists demanded. It was a very dark chapter in American history. I wonder if that history is being taught. Or that this impoverished way of life, so unlike our own, continues on in many parts of this country. Or are we all just too busy?

Well, rambling I am. I also wonder when one of my cats will get past the hairball she seems to be harboring somewhere in her digestive tract, and which she feels compelled to try and push up in the vicinity of 2 – 4 a.m.

And I can’t wait to start photographing my friend’s little boy, my model for the MC in aforementioned picture book. Yeah, just all over.

Making Time, Making Cookies

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It’s President’s Day, a national holiday. It snowed just a bit this morning, and it’s amazingly quiet. So quiet, in fact, that if I weren’t at the computer, I’d think the power had gone out. So I made my trip to the vet this morning, and am now ready to begin work, but first, a small post.

I photographed the cookies I made yesterday for two reasons .. one, I do love to bake, and two, I love to take photographs. But more important, is that I made the time to bake them for myself. My schedule seems always packed, and more often than not, if I bake, it’s for someone else, an event, etc. But I’ve started on a new path. It’s not actually about making cookies for myself, but for making the time for what I want to do and figuring out what I don’t need to spend time on at this moment, and making the change.

This is all in the interest of moving forward with my writing and illustrating children’s books. We all have issues in our lives, and we all have things we need to change. Right now, I am taking a really hard look at, well … my life, and how I go about it. I am happy with my work, and grateful that I am engaged daily in creative work, but children’s books take additional time .. where will I find it? I won’t. I have to make it. And this means dealing with many more issues in my own life, my own heart, and how badly I want to reach my dream.

So after I made the cookies, I worked on a manuscript, then a storyboard, back to the manuscript and back to the storyboard. This is who I am, and who I have to make time for. The cookies are just a bonus.

So This is Lemony Snicket! (The Miserable Mill)

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I may be the last person on the planet to have finally read one of the Lemony Snicket series. I may also be one of the only to not be totally enamored by the one I read, as well. Another selection at the wonderful annual library sale, it was an opportunity to increase my familiarity with what kids are/have been reading nowadays.

I must say, as I read The Miserable Mill, the 4th in the Lemony Snicket series, I wondered what would be the attraction for children in a continuing series of misfortunate events happening to the Baudelaire orphans. It just seemed like an awful lot of doom and gloom … not that I am one to revel in endless parades of flowers and fairies … but I was curious as to the attraction of the never-ending succession of misfortunes that befell the three main characters – Klaus, Violet and Sunny.

It kept my attention enough that I wanted to see how it all came out for the orphans, and it did manage to become rather silly and enjoyable towards the end, but what is the appeal of knowing that the children’s lives continue to get worse with each chapter? It was quite dour and gloomy. What I did certainly enjoy was Sunny, the baby’s, bursts of nonsensical words and phrases, which were always interpreted by the author afterwards. That was funny.

Are the other books in the series this gloomy? Perhaps I’d try another, but probably it won’t be tops on my list just yet.

Idea for New Year’s

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As mentioned about a year ago, I am not one for New Year’s resolutions for a variety of reasons.  However, in talking with a dear friend on New Year’s Eve, she had come up with a very helpful idea for the turning of the New Year … better than resolutions.

She made up a list of all she had accomplished in the past year. Before the clock struck midnight, I did the same. Let’s face it – we all know what it is we want to do and what changes we have to make. That’s nothing new. And New Year’s Resolutions, for me, anyway, just state the obvious and indirectly, point out all our shortcomings in the year gone by.

But a list of what we HAVE accomplished – now that’s a feel-good list, because whether we accomplished specific goals or not, we have definitely done many things over the year that we can be happy with. And that list isn’t just about career goals or the like. It’s about ALL we accomplished – were you a good friend the past year? a great Mom? did you donate time or expertise to a charity that means something to you? Help a neighbor? Repair something that’s been waiting forever? Finally treat yourself to something you’ve put off for years? Finish even a part of a project that’s been really challenging? Create a new resume? Leave a painful relationship behind? Exceed your own expectations of what you believed possible?

Here’s your chance to review the year and realize that you actually did quite a bit. Life isn’t measured only in “got a new job” or major milestones, though they’re nice, too. It’s often measured in day to day growth. So make a list of all that good stuff you’ve been doing – it’ll make you feel better about tackling whatever dreams you have for the New Year.

Happy New Year!

Where Do Picture Book Ideas Come From?

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The recent PiBoIdMo challenge, which I am continuing into December and onward, showed me a couple things about where picture book ideas come from, so I thought I’d share.

  1. They come from our everyday experiences. Yesterday I posted a couple pictures of the sky at dusk. As it happens, 2 of my PB ideas had to do with the sky. They are both totally different, but where did they come from? My direct experience with what I viewed outside … a cloudy day and a brilliant sunset. I got to wondering … how did they get that way? And the answers started popping. Whatever we’re involved in at any given moment may give us ideas. Look out the window; go for a walk; watch a few kids playing at the park; discreetly listen – there’s some ideas right there!
  2. Ideas come from what we know. The advice we get from editors and agents is to write what we know … I’m always involved with animals in one way or another, and it is something I do write about. Many of my story ideas. although all different from one another, are about animals … inspired by my own cats, or dogs, birds in the snow, a parrot I know, etc.
  3. Ideas come from what inspires us. A true story that happened a few years ago about a heroic rescue of a huge animal …  a story of men who risked their lives to save one animal, and who in her own way returned to thank them. I’m not sure how I can parlay that into an exciting PB yet, but I’m not letting go. The entire event was inspirational, and I do believe children would be moved and inspired as well.
  4. Ideas come from something important we have to impart to a child. Hopefully, by the time we’re writing children’s books, we’ve learned a thing or two in life, and maybe, just maybe, we have some gem of wisdom to bring to children. Not in a preachy or obvious or pedantic way, but in a way where they’ll love a story with a subtle message that speaks to them … the value of friendship, being kind to others, whatever it may be. Quite a few of my story ideas have – surprise! – no animals in them, just children, and something I’d like them to know. And so …
  5. Ideas also come from past experience – different from what we know. How we overcame being bullied at 5 on the monkeybars, might be fodder for an idea. (That wasn’t me – I wasn’t allowed to climb up beyond that second bar.) We all grew up and had all kinds of experiences – what we learned from them, or didn’t, can feed a PB or two.
  6. Ideas come from that most special kind of childhood thought .. magical thinking. I fall into magical thinking alarmingly easily, and it’s not just fun it’s .. well … magic! The unexplainable, the mystifying, don’t we all love it? It’s the unexpected twist of fate, the reveal of a character’s true identity, that makes us sit up and be curious about how things may REALLY work. What small child doesn’t have some brilliant, albeit “unrealistic”, (in our very serious adult world), ideas about how things go. We can learn a thing or two about small children’s thought processes.
  7. Ideas come from reading. Not that we are ever taking anyone else’s ideas, but that by constantly reading books of all kinds – fiction, non-fiction, for children, for adults – we are literally soaking up creativity. Without always noticing, we are sorting out what things work, what don’t, how we feel when certain things happen. Or when they don’t. I am always reading and have been since the day I could. Reading is not just a joy, but today, it’s grist for the writer’s mill.
  8. Images – ideas come from images – photographs, paintings, illustrations – ever look at a picture book’s illustrations, compare it to the story they accompany, and think “that’s not what happened!” Leaf through a magazine – what are people talking about? Whose child is that really?
  9. Did I mention food? Ha! Now there’s an inspiration that needs no explanation.

Any sources of inspiration I missed?