A note from Holly McGhee:
Let's make as much light as we can from the arts.
In this last month of 2016, here are some words and pictures from the writers and artists we are honored to represent, as we rely more than ever on story to help expand our minds and imaginations in our struggle to find the light.
“It's never occurred to me that the stars are still up there shining even in the daytime when we can't see them.”
— I’LL GIVE YOU THE SUN by Jandy Nelson
“Hasn't the world always been full of monsters and lies? Isn't it our place to fight them, to tell the truth, to rewrite the story? To ensure the return of spring in a world of winter?"
— THE GALLERY by Laura Marx Fitzgerald
“I am here and you are here and we are here together.”
— RAYMIE NIGHTINGALE by Kate DiCamillo
“Maybe we always were the people we imagined ourselves to be. Able and brave. Maybe we still are.”
— THE DISENCHANTMENTS by Nina LaCour
“In the still of the night, the baby was born. He opened his eyes to kind faces, quiet animals, a soft blanket. . . and a dark sky that was made lovely with light. . . . Light in the darkness—the best gift of all.”
— STAR BRIGHT by Alison McGhee, illustrated by Peter H. Reynolds
“Hail to honor, courage, love . . .”
— ROLAND THE MINSTREL PIG by William Steig
“And so she had. Grandmother, who had spent a thousand years in a jar, had finally chosen love.
She had seen it, pure and simple and clean, seen it in the small beings of two gray cats and an old dog. Love in all its complexity and honor made a circle around them all.”
— THE UNDERNEATH by Kathi Appelt
“‘Of all the questions you ever ask yourself in life, never ask, “What’s the point?” It’s the worst question in the world,’ Ruby said.” — HELLO UNIVERSE by Erin Entrada Kelly
"‘Just because a magic is small doesn't mean it is unimportant,’ the Lightbender said. ‘Even the smallest magics can grow.’"
— CIRCUS MIRANDUS by Cassie Beasley
“Later she sat on the ground in the forest between school and home, and spring was so bright and beautiful, the warm air touched her so tenderly, she could almost feel herself changing into a flower. Her light dress felt like petals.
‘I love everything,’ she heard herself say.
‘So do I,’ a voice answered.
Pearl straightened up and looked around. No one was there.”
— THE AMAZING BONE by William Steig
“Someday you will swing high—so high, higher than you ever dared to swing.”
— SOMEDAY by Alison McGhee
“And in the moment between moonset and sunrise, Ernest D. looked upon the endlessness of his newly discovered land. ‘All this was hiding in a pond,’ said Ernest D. ‘How exceptional.’”
— BEYOND THE POND by Joseph Kuefler
I did not say yes to this question at first.
I need to work on my book, I thought. It’s the manuscript that is taking me a long time to write, much longer than I usually take, because it’s requiring some research and also because it’s different from any other book I’ve ever written.
I should work on my book, I thought. Shouldn’t I?
And then I remembered that I made a promise to myself a couple of years ago. And that promise was that I would no longer skip out on life to write, when I had a choice. Sometimes deadlines don’t give us much, if any, choice. But I’m not on any kind of deadline with this book. In fact, for maybe the first time ever in my professional career, I’m purposefully writing a book slowly. I’m taking special care with it, because it feels very much like something that should not be hurried.
Looking back, there have been times in this writing career of mine when I refused to take a day off from writing while drafting a new story. It was like I had an extremely loud bug sitting on my shoulder, shouting in my ear: You must finish this book, you must finish this BOOK! Because, of course, every time I finish a book I am much, much closer to another sale.
There were times I would say no to invitations from friends in order to stay home and work on a draft. Times I didn’t go to the movies with my family in order to stay home and write. Times I took my computer along on vacation so I could write, early in the morning, before everyone else woke up.
What I know now that I didn’t know years ago is that time away from the page is just as important as time at the page. Some people call it “filling the well.” I like to call it feeding my soul. And writers shouldn’t feel guilty for doing it. I would argue breathing life into our stories happens because we are breathing life ourselves. So we went to the beach. I ate clam chowder, searched for shells as we walked along the shore, and basked in the glorious sun while reading a book. Soon the rain will come, I thought, as I looked up at the clear, blue sky. The perfect writing weather. As for yesterday, I did not add words to the page. But I did add joy to my heart. And writing with a joyful heart, I’m reminded today, is a really great way to write.
Jason's recent piece for NPR, part of Weekend Edition's Next Chapter series, is a stunner. It is the type of thing I'd listen to on a loop, forcing my friends and family to listen, too. Hear how influential 80's and 90's rap has been is on his poetry and fiction.
So, listen here. Then listen again. Then share . . .
Spoiler alert: this is the last line of my newest picture book, SOME PETS.
Though, when I was a kid I don’t think I would have ever agreed with that statement, most likely because when I was a kid I had the worst pet in the world, Bootsie.
The only photo of Bootsie in existence. All cuddled up with my Gram shielding me from her claws and teeth.
I was 4-years old when my mom finally caved from months of relentless badgering for my dream pet—a kitty. A kitty I could sleep and snuggle with, dress up in adorable outfits and push around in a stroller…but what I got was something very different. Sure, Bootsie looked like a sweet and loveable calico cloud of grey, orange and white fluff on the outside, but beneath that furry exterior lurked a miniature rabid Siberian tiger. There was no way that cat was going to let me accomplish my 4 year-old dream of pushing a Holly Hobbie bonnet-wearing furbaby around in a lacy pram. Instead, my arms became Bootisie’s scratching posts, my ankles her chew toys and my Mom’s favorite shag carpeting, her litter box.
Despite these shortcomings, I still loved her. But, after several months of hissing, spitting, scratching and peeing, my mom had endured enough.
Looking back, I have vague memories of Bootsie’s departure. Mom said something about, “a farm where Bootsie can run and play all day, happy and free.”.
Fast forward 30-plus years: I was allergic to cats, (which is just as well as I think Bootsie showed me that I was not a “cat person”) and I was now a Mom who was relentlessly badgered by my 4-year old daughter, Sophia, for her dream pet—a puppy.
Sophia illustrates her bond and affection for her pup (and like many little girls she also wants a pony).
As a parent, I wondered if a 4 year-old was too young to care for a dog? Did I want to spend the hours potty-training and caring for a puppy and a preschooler? What if it turned out to be the dog counterpart to Bootsie? Would I have to resort to “the farm”? However, I recalled how, like Sophia, I was an only child who desperately wanted a fur-sibling. I finally caved and began combing through countless pet profiles listed on animal rescue websites, determined to avoid (what I now dubbed) “The Great Bootsie Fiasco of ‘77” and find our perfect pet. A dog we could give a fur-ever home to.
And, we did.
Our modern girl's version of a bonnet- matching superhero capes.
I have no idea what breed our dog is, but Sophia dubbed her Mimi The Wonder Dog, “because we always wonder what breed she is.” And we get asked that a lot because Mimi is such an adorable, sweet pup. Sure, she barks when the doorbell rings, steals shoes and pees when she gets excited, but luckily there is no shag rug.
Thanks to our friends at Thomas J O’Connor Adoption Center, Mimi became the newest member of our family and for that I am fur-ever grateful. Grateful for the love and affection she shares, the laughter and beauty she has brought to our lives (and for the ending she has given me to SOME PETS).
The other day Sophia told me that Mimi is her best friend. “What makes her your best friend?” I asked. “What makes your best friend your best friend? “ she countered. I thought carefully before I answered, “My best friend is always there for me. They make me feel better when I’m down. They listen to me when I need to talk. They make me laugh and they love me.” Sophia smiled and replied, “Yup. Just like Mimi.”
Soph and Mimi, her BFFF- best fur-friend forever.
SOME PETS, illustrated by Brendan Wenzel, the sequel to the “bright” and “breezy” (Booklist) SOME BUGS, will be released on August 23rd from Beach Lane Books, an imprint of Simon & Schuster,
“The plot is a celebration of diversity, both human and animal,as everyone cavorts and cuddles.” — Kirkus Reviews
“Bouncy verse, playful illustrated details, and abundant affection between animals and humans add up to an exuberant reminder of the joy that having a pet can bring.” — Publisher’s Weekly
If you aren’t familiar with his work, first as a record album cover and jacket designer and then as a Caldecott-winning illustrator, visit the wonderful web site his family has created, where you can find out all about his career and hear his voice on a video as well: Pulcinella Press.
This July 12th marks the fifteenth anniversary of his death, and we miss him just as much each year. It was a terrible and dark day when we found out he had passed away after a three-year battle with colon cancer. We knew his death had been fast approaching, but we weren’t ready. Nobody could possibly be ready to say goodbye to this elegant artist and friend.
Here are some things that people said about him in a tribute.
During that last year of his life, Fred had finished the story, the sketches, and even painted some of the final art for Arrivederci, Crocodile, the sequel to his bestselling I, Crocodile, the first original book he had ever written and illustrated.
And now finally, with the help of the legendary editor Caitlyn Dlouhy at Atheneum Books, we have found a way to publish Arrivederci.
Watching my girls industrially roll bits of toilet paper between their fingers to make miniature popcorn or cut tinfoil mirrors for their dollhouse brought back a flood of memories of making doll houses from household objects. Bowls became bathtubs and swimming pools, cups were elevators, boxes with sponges and wash cloths were beds, the possibilities were endless.
Cardboard boxes have been the most useful and fun for me and my kids.
First, big refrigerator boxes were exciting houses and cars when the girls were smaller, then we started making doll houses from boxes. They love to make cardboard laptop computers, smart phones and cameras. And a silver jewelry box (with a hole cut out and pictures glued in) makes an excellent tv.
It’s funny, my daughters spend hours making their houses, designing and decorating them and making furniture and food for them but don’t spend as much time playing in those worlds, and I remember doing exactly the same thing. Maybe inventing and making your own world is more fun than pretending to live in it, that part can be boring. I love seeing my daughters’ elaborate set ups that combine everything; store bought toys mixed with things from our kitchen, toys from my and my parents’ childhood, pieces of fabric they have cut from my nice napkins, and wood and ceramic miniature stools my husband made for work.
This is My Dollhouse came from watching my daughters and my own memories of the endless entertainment of making miniature worlds with the ordinary objects from around the house. It is about how one girl’s handmade cardboard dollhouse is far more fun than her friend’s ready-made, store-bought one. How her mix matched family of toys has more personality and life than a perfectly matching plastic family. Mostly I hope “This Is My Dollhouse” inspires other people to make their own dollhouses, furniture, and toys if they haven’t already, and find the same joy in it that my family has had. There is a simple diagram of how to make your own cardboard dollhouse on the inside of the book cover and I made a little movie about that too. Here's the LINK. Enjoy.
Giselle Potter is the author of the recent picture book, This is My Dollhouse (Schwartz and Wade, 2016), and Amazon best book of the month for May.
On 5/17/16, Hello, My Name Is Octicorn will be published by HarperCollins imprint Balzer & Bray. This is a dream that goes many, many years back. But as my friend Dylan, an arborist here in Portland, Oregon, said, "Ideas are like seeds. They take awhile to grow into trees."
This book has taught me a lot about patience, about pursuing your dreams in a world that often tells you to play it safe and keep your head down, and it's helped me on my own journey of self-acceptance.
That this book means so much to others is the real reward.
When we self published this book a few years back, Kevin and I were humbled to see an outpouring of support for the character, book, and it's positive message, that it's OK to be different, in a society that's often subtly asking you to be like everybody else.
Reviews on Amazon poured in. And while it's never a good idea to read your own reviews, these ones touched our hearts.
"Love this! I bought it for myself, but will give it to my girls as a gift. Its a great story of a little guy who doesn't quite fit in, but realizes its okay to be different and not look or act the same as everyone else. Reminds me of my daughter on the autism spectrum (aspergers)." - review on Amazon
"I teach guidance/counseling lessons to kindergarten and 1st grade (among other things) and am going to use this book for a lesson...it's wonderful." - instagram comment
We even heard that this book, originally intended for children, was being used in an adult therapy sessions. Whoa!
Octicorn's first window was designed by Nena Rawdah of St. John's Booksellers.
With Octicorn stepping onto the national stage soon, it seemed appropriate to once again thank all the people who have helped make this happen. Dreams can come true with enough hard work, persistence, luck, serendipity (the list goes on). But you don't get there alone. And we've been blessed to have the support of our family, friends, and co-workers since the beginning. Back in 2013, 277+ kind folks with big hearts donated money on Kickstarter to help bring this project alive and that early support helped take Octicorn from a sticker once seen on the tip jar at the Portland, OR venue Doug Fir, to a book you could physically hold in your hands.
The book had many early champions, including designer Dani Guralnick who worked on it, Susan Sullivan - who kept me drawing, folks like Marni Beardsley, the Janet Champs, the Mary Zulegers, the Mike Folinos. The list goes on. Every project needs cheerleaders. The people who tell you to KEEP GOING! (And the more you listen to your own inner cheerleader instead of your inner critic, the more you will experience yourself moving forward instead of getting stuck.)
I must admit, when I started this LinkedIn post I didn't intend for it to sound like an Oscar acceptance speech, but have to admit, pretty sure the music is starting to play and I'm running a bit long.
THANK YOU: Elena Giovinazzo, Alessandra Balzer, Binny Talib, Dana, the folks at HarperCollins, Severin Villiger, Boys Fort, Powell's, Green Bean Bookstores, Moule, all our awesome Kickstarter backers...this dream is also happening because of YOU.
Music playing - they are walking me off the stage. This is awkward. This isn't even an award show.
I guess all I'm saying is: I'm excited. And grateful.
Hello, My Name Is Octicorn can be pre-ordered here.
For those in the Portland, OR area, a reading of the new book will take place at Powell's on Saturday, June 4th at 11am. A reading is also being planned that Sunday at Green Bean Books on NE Alberta St. Stay tuned for further details.