MRBP #9: One More Time

This was first published in April of 2014. You’ve read it often enough that it’s #9 on the countdown of Most Read Blog Posts. The irony of the title is not lost on me.

My editor writes to me, “I think the manuscript is in fantastic shape. I’m so pleased with the changes you’ve made, and at this point, I have very few comments left…. [It’s] nearly there, with very little left to address.”

red pencil

That’s my cue. So, after something like two years, I work through this manuscript yet again for the—what?—two thousandth (or more) time. With a complex mixture of relief, elation, and despair, I find many things that I can make, need to make, better. There is relief that I find these things and can make adjustments. Elation that I can do something that will makes things better. Despair that I find these things at all.

I go through all my tricks: change of font, change of margins, changes in font size, change in background color, reading on the screen, reading on paper, reading out loud, reading to someone, but I still find these things. They are like lumps of coal working their way to the surface.

And always, always, the nagging worry: have I caught everything? Do I need to go through it one more time?

Have I caught everything? Of course I have not. Do I have to go through it one more time?

Of course I do.

Favorite Quotes #3

blank book

“A life not lived is like
a book without words.”

Anonymous

MRBP #10: Top 15 most frequently asked questions

This was first published in May of 2015. You’ve read it often enough that it’s #10 on the countdown of Most Read Blog Posts.

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I made my first school visit in 1970. Since that time, there have been countless such visits, in classrooms, auditoriums, and these days via Skype. I have been in front of audiences at many, many conferences as well. All venues vary enormously, in both location (every state) and a few countries abroad. Despite the variations, there are certain questions that are almost always asked.

  1. Where do you get your ideas?
  2. What is your real name?
  3. How old are you?
  4. How long does it take you to write a book?
  5. Among the books you have written, what is your favorite?
  6. Does your family help you write your books?
  7. How much money do you make?
  8. Do people recognize you when you walk along the street?
  9. What inspired you to write [name of book]?
  10. Who is your favorite author?  [“Other than yourself?”]
  11. Of all the books you have read, what is your favorite?
  12. What was your first book?
  13. How many books have you written?
  14. I want to write. What advice would you give me?
  15. When will you stop writing?

Favorite Quotes #2

George Bernard Shaw

George Bernard Shaw, public domain, Wikimedia Commons

“Hard writing makes easy reading.”

— George Bernard Shaw

MRBP #11: Do writers work alone?

This was first published in 2013. You’ve read it often enough that it’s #11 on the countdown of Most Read Blog Posts. Thanks to each of you for following this blog.

EditorWe like to think of authors as the sole creators of their work, a romantic notion of the solitary figure alone in his/her garret, spooling out spotless text. Thus John Heming, of Shakespeare: “His mind and hand went together: And what he thought, he uttered with that easiness, that we have scarce received from him a blot.” [Preface to the First Folio]

Don’t believe it. It is one of the curiosities of our cultural baggage that we think writers work alone. Are not their names—alone—on the title page? When awards are handed out, is not the author the one who takes it home?

In fact writing—in the professional world—is an intensely collaborative art. No one these days is more important than the editor, who can, and often does, work with the writer to shift, guide, cut, redirect, refine, and sometimes even rewrite the work. The editor has a unique set of skills, perceptions, and the talent to communicate to the writer. It’s highly individualistic. Editor X and writer Y work wonderfully well together, but not editor X and writer Z. Z works better with M. It’s not uncommon for a writer to work with a specific editor throughout his/her career. And if you study an editor’s connections, there are some editors whose writers have been more successful than others. It is not a coincidence.

I’m thinking these thoughts since I just sent in the first draft of a new book to my editor. When I hear from her I’ll start writing the book.

Favorite Quotes #1

Charlotte Bronte, public domain, Wikimedia Commons

Charlotte Bronte, public domain, Wikimedia Commons

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

—Charlotte Bronte

MRBP #12: Getting the call

Crispin: Cross of Lead(Most-Read Blog Posts Countdown #12. Originally published on January 14, 2016, this essay begins my Summer Countdown.)

One of the things that go along with a Newbery award—and I am one of those lucky people—a lot of people ask, “Where were you when you heard the news? Was it a surprise?” Well yes, it was a complete surprise. It went like this.

As many of you know, the award is announced at the ALA midwinter conference.  Compared to the annual ALA event, not a lot of writers are there. But I was in Philadelphia that weekend to promote a rare (for me) picture book, Silent Movie.

No sooner did I get there than I became sick, really sick, sick with the flu. I never had it so bad, before or since. I could not keep anything down, or in. I was cold. I was shivering.

I had a number of engagements, which I kept with as good a face (and stomach) as possible but, as soon as possible, I fled to my room shivering, wrapped myself in blankets, and was miserable. All I wanted to do was get home.

Sunday morning, however, I had promised to be at a breakfast event, and went, sitting as it happened, with a number of Newbery committee members. I don’t recall being able to say anything to anybody. Nobody said much to me.

As soon as it was socially acceptable, I fled to my room, packed up and fled to the airport.  Once there I changed my ticket for the earliest possible flight and flew home to Denver.  Home, I said hello to family. “Check your-email,” my wife said. I did so and found a request from my daughter to rewrite an application she had composed—an application for a summer job. “I need to send it in by nine next morning.”

I set my alarm for five o clock, and went to bed, still sick.

Next morning, I was sitting at my desk (still not well) working on my daughter’s application letter when, at about six o clock, the phone rang. It was Starr Latronica, that year’s Newbery chair, telling me I had won the Newbery.

I said “Thank you,” and immediately into my head flashed the thought, “My next book better be good.”

I put the phone down. I heard my wife’s sleepy call: “Honey! Who was that?

“I just won the Newbery,” I answered, and burst into tears.

The next day I was in New York City, The Today Show, and on and on. Exciting, and fun.

At some point I suddenly had a realization. “The flu! It’s gone!” Indeed, all my flu symptoms had vanished.

The moral of this story: have the flu? Win a Newbery. It works.

Summer Road Trip

Painted DesertOne of the most memorable summers I spent happened in 1947, when my parents loaded me, (age 9) my twin sister and older brother (by two years) on a road trip that went from New York City to Los Angeles and back—in my father’s Buick—the only kind of car he would drive. Consider: A two month trip. My mother did not drive. Summer. No air conditioning. No interstate highways. Parents up front. Three kids in the back.

We went from NY to Philadelphia, and then on to Chicago, through the Dakotas, Yellowstone National Park, the Grand Canyon, Taos, New Mexico, the Painted Deserted, Los Angeles, (which included a Hollywood film studio making a cowboy movie) then back, through the South, where I recall being horrified to see a chain gang. And much, much more.

I can still recall seeing the carved faces of the presidents in Dakota. Old Faithful sprouting. My first sight of real cowboys somewhere. The oil fields of Oklahoma. A sign that read “Welcome to Los Angeles” in the middle of an empty world

After almost sixty years, my siblings and I can recount almost everything we did and saw. That in fact happened because my mother said we must keep a journal of the trip and each day one member of the family wrote about the day’s events and what we saw. The journal still exists.

We followed maps closely, constantly played games from “silence contests” to “license plate poker,” to endless “twenty question” contests.

Did we read? Not in the car. It made my sister and me car sick. But at night, in endless motels, we all had books. Do I remember what I read? No. But I learned how big and varied America was, and that has never left me.

Horror? Or fun?

School of the DeadWhen I looked at the category under which my newest book, School of the Dead, was listed, it was “Horror.” I admit; I was taken aback. True, I have written many different kinds of books, and that includes ghost stories, books like Something Upstairs, Seer of Shadows, The Book Without WordsThey are all tales which have murders and a fair degree of mayhem in them.

School of the Dead concerns a boy who becomes involved with his weird uncle. Indeed, the book’s opening lines are: “The first time Uncle Charlie came to live with us he was alive. The second time he came, he was dead.”

For the most part the story takes place in a private school, which in essence is being run (or haunted) to keep the school’s founder—and friends—alive. They do this by taking the soul of a student once every seven years.

Tony, my hero, is the intended victim.

Yes, it’s meant to be creepy, full of suspense, what is called a page turner. And it is focused on Halloween. It’s the kind of story I hope will be read aloud to a class by a teacher and/or librarian, with the kids sitting on the edge of their chairs, saying, “No, don’t stop!  Keep reading!”

Not, from my point of view, a horrible experience. Maybe even—dare I say it—fun.

The good, the bad, and the disappointing

Toby from Roseburg, OR, writes: “I guess you feel good when one of your books gets a good review. How does it feel when (if) you get a bad review?

I do know writers who say they never read any reviews. I am not one of those people.

ReviewsIt is always a pleasing experience when you get a positive review. It’s truly gratifying, because I’ve worked long and hard. It’s nice to know that someone thinks I’ve done okay. Reviews of children’s book are often quite short, and a plot summary can take up many of the words. Thus, when I get a good review, it is meaningful. That said, I admit, I too often jump to how my publisher looks at them: is there a quotable phrase? Such phrases are a key aspect of marketing.

After all, one wants readers to read your book. Good reviews do a lot of good.

Negative reviews are a whole different kind of experience. I would suggest my first response is disappointment. During the whole publishing process one hears positive remarks, hopes, and high expectations from your publisher. Negative reviews can douse all that quickly.

There is also a difference in the kind of reviews. How they are written. That is to say there are professional reviews (from Booklist, SLJ, Kirkus Reviews, Publishers Weekly, and newspapers, etc.) These, even when negative, tend to be well written, and measured. You understand what the reviewer is saying, and thinking. There have been moments I may even agree with it. “Wish I had seen that.”

However, in these days of the internet, reviewing skills are all over the proverbial map. They may be quite professional, or they can be highly personal and subjective about the writer, even dismissive. Such reviews are painful to experience, and one wonders (or at least I do) why they are written at all.

Then, of course, with a given book, one can get negative reviews and positive ones. That can be a puzzle.

Beyond all else, if you are a professional writer reviews are part of your professional life. When reviews are well written and thought out—there are real skills involved—one can learn from both positive and negative reviews.

That’s the hope, anyway.