This is a blog about one writer’s journey.
And like all journeys, my journey is filled with lows and highs and all that swirly white noise that hums through day-to-day life, like the hum of my refrigerator when the house is quiet.
My very first published story appeared in THE WRITER’S JOURNAL. I was paid a whole $25 and received a free one-year subscription to their magazine. In a flowery box beside my bed, I still have the uncashed check and the acceptance letter. From time-to-time, I open the box to look at them.
Soon after, I published stories in children’s magazines like, HOPSCOTCH FOR GIRLS and FUN FOR KIDZ. But then, and there’s always a “but then…” I decided to write picture books and novels.
This endeavor led me to a wonderful organization called SCBWI, or Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. In San Diego, where I lived at the time, I attended workshops and conferences. The Regional Advisor for that chapter invited me to become their Refreshments Coordinator. This afforded me the opportunity to visit with well-known authors when they came to speak at our conferences. I learned so much.
Over all the years that I’ve been writing picture books and middle grade novels, I have some really beautiful, personal, even handwritten rejection letters. A few were from wonderful editors and agents who have represented amazing authors like Ann Martin and Kevin Henkes and Christopher Paul Curtis.
But my best day as an author came after I queried an agent who wanted to talk to me about my books. She liked what she saw and offered me representation. Her name is Dawn Frederick. She’s a literary agent and also the owner of Red Sofa Literary. That was a very good day indeed.
At this point, wouldn’t it be lovely to see an overview of the books my agent is subbing to editors? Well, without further adieu, here they are:
ROBOBEES: Flight of the World’s First Robotic Bee is a nonfiction picture book text about the plight of the honeybee and Colony Collapse Disorder. Harvard University is developing a RoboBee that will pollinate crops like a real honeybee. An amazing story! The question is: Will this FANTASTICAL dream become a reality?
H.H. PLUMTREE’S SECRET KINGDOM is a middle-grade novel with a modern day, fractured-fairy tale twist. Approximately 36,300 words, it is the story of a timid and offbeat ten-year-old boy who has a photographic memory named Humphrey Herbert Plumtree. Very busy, and mostly preoccupied with her own interest, his mother drops him off at the front gates of Disneyland to spend the day alone. After Humphrey is stalked, threatened and kidnapped, he faces his biggest phobia of all, the fear of heights. That’s when he learns what true bravery is all about.
HOBO TRAIN, A Great Depression Story: Leveled Early Readers.
ON THE WAY HOME TO BROOKLYN: Middle Grade Multicultural based on a true story.
ELLA ON THE CORNER OF NOWHERE & FOREVER: Middle Grade Multicultural.
Here’s a little about me as a person:
I was born in Brooklyn, New York – raised in Texas – and have spent the majority of my grownup life in Idaho. I dabbled in the California-life for a while (where my family now lives) but it wasn’t meant to be, not for me anyway.
By my best guess I’ve moved more than thirty times my whole life. Because I was always the new kid in town, I spent a lot of time observing, mainly because I felt invisible.
With all of that observing going on I started journaling at the age of fourteen (thank you, Mrs Huthers) and never stopped. Now, over two hundred journals later I have a lifetime of recorded observations sitting at my fingertips. Watch out family I have much fodder for my story ideas! Hehe. 😉
In my sparest of spare time I like to put on funny hats and give tea parties for my friends. One of the most exciting moments of my life was having afternoon tea at Harrods in London. It was divine.
I live in Idaho with one husband, one little son, and an African Sulcata tortoise named Leonardo da Vinci where I write stories about life, nature and the joys and perils of growing up.
Twice a year I stay at the Lodge in Sun Valley. There’s a framed letter by Ernest Hemingway hanging in a line of photographs of famous people who have patroned the lodge. I love that letter! He was a grand and prolific writer. I’d like to think I can call myself writer, too.
I AM a writer.
I do like the sound of that.