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I think YA is well represented in the blogosphere. Lots of YA authors blog, and YA releases generally get a lot of online buzz . Picture books and middle-grade don’t seem to have as strong of an online presence (in my opinion, anyway). Why is that?Do you agree?
I like to post about general kid lit stuff and random things that interest me, but I’m going to try and have more of a focus on middle-grade fiction as well.
How, you ask?
Weekly author interviews and giveaways, I say!
I’ve asked a few of my favorite middle-grade authors with recent or upcoming releases to consent to be interviewed- and they’ve obliged! So, stay tuned for the first installment next week.
Meanwhile…
CuppaJolie has a contest for bravery on her blog.
Are you in Seattle? Consider a preview screening of Where the Wild Things Are with a Q&A with Dave Eggers to benefit 826 Seattle.
Mitali Perkins wrote an insightful note to young immigrants here.
Darcy Pattison has declared Random Acts of Publicity week starting on September 7. Promote some books!
Intriguing illustrator alert! Marie Desbons has illustrated French picture books, but we need some of that loveliness over here, no? Thanks to Decor8 for the link.
Have a great holiday weekend!
Are there any rules about blogging in a thunderstorm? I kind of like it.
Holy noodles, that conference wore me out. I haven’t blogged for two weeks because I was wading through conference prep. I’ve barely written a thing. It’s taken two days to get my brain back. My feet are still sore, but I’m kind of excited about all the newfound free time.

I swiped this picture from Laini's blog.
I have something to show you from the conference, but someone who had to miss it has to see it first- so you have to wait. I’ll post it around the end of the week, after I’ve heard this person has seen it. Is that vague enough?
Let’s see… I think people who saw/met me at the conference who don’t know me might think I’m a little crazy. I was sooo busy, and I didn’t have time to eat much, and I was drinking A LOT of coffee to keep myself going. I might have looked a little wild eyed and been a little wound up. Ok, I know I did. Try me again on a regular day and I promise to be more serene.
It started with the kid lit drink night, which was a blast. So much fun, in fact, that I stayed much later than I should have for a girl that had to wake up at 4 am the next day. Ouch.
I loved meeting so many new people, and seeing friends. I only caught bits and pieces of the breakout sessions, but the ones I saw were all aces. I did see most of the keynotes by Adam Rex, Grace Lin, Ellen Hopkins, and Jon Scieszka, and they were each unique and inspirational.
We raffled off a free registration for next year’s conference (won by Nuria Coe) to benefit Bridget Zinn, who couldn’t make it this year. We kept it kind of secret, because I wasn’t sure how it would go- but our lovely attendees raised $1560! Thank you, lovely attendees! The online auction is growing as well. Jone added my bag a couple of weeks ago. There are tons of other items available to bid on like a basket of middle grade books or a FULL manuscript consultation from the blunt (but still charming) Jody Feldman. Go bid on a fabulous prize, and support a writer to boot.
Ok, I have some revisions to get back to- so this is what you get.
Want to read more about the conference from people who could sit down and take it all in? Try here, here, here, here, here, here, here, or here.
By the way, a great big congratulations to our portfolio show winner, Jennifer Mann! A big shout out to the first and second runners up, too Lisa Mundorff and John Deininger.
See you in a couple of days!
I met YA writer, librarian, & blogger Bridget Zinn at the Kidlitosphere conference last September. She’s lovely, so it made me sad to hear that she’d developed colon cancer. Jone MacCulloch (aka Deo Writer) is organizing a couple of fundraisers to help Bridget and her husband with the expensive treatment. There will be an online auction starting next week that I’ll keep you posted about, and a silent auction in Portland on May 29th at the Lucky Lab. You can help by contributing something for the auction, or making a bid. Like the Holms! Jennifer Holm is offering to name a character in an upcoming book after some lucky bidder, and Matt Holm is offering a school visit!
More details on Jone’s blog.
SCBWI’s 38th Annual Summer Conference is right around the corner, and they’ve posted the details. It looks like a great time! Registration begins on May 5th, and the conference is August 7th-10th. I will be there, will you?
Ambassador Jon Scieszka is rolling into town in a couple of weeks for our conference. Have I mentioned that here? Hmm, I can’t recall. Anyhoo, if you’re not going to the conference, or even if you are but you can’t get enough of the ambassador (Who can? He’s delightful.), than you should attend the soiree that Secret Garden Books is putting on with the CBC to celebrate Children’s Book Week. It’s on May 14th at Secret Garden, and more details are here.
When you see George Clooney, do you think Kermit the Frog? I did not. Here’s a little editing exercise, via Michael Stearns on Facebook.
Sorry for the lack of posts, our family has been under the weather. And by under the weather I mean fighting the Phlegm War of ‘o9.
Let’s not dwell on that.
There was either a possum or a dog ghost in the garden last night. How do I know, you ask? I let the dogs out, went back inside, and returned to the yard to check on them. Through the dimness I watched a pale, shaggy rump root around in the bushes. I assumed it was P.J., until he ran into the house from the other direction. A couple of hours later he went out again and made an unholy racket, so I assume the dog ghost/possum was still lurking around.
Let’s review the possibilities.
We know it wasn’t P.J.

So, that leaves either
a) Ghost dog.

Or
b) Possum

You be the judge. For the record, I think possums should be outlawed within city limits.
I missed the SCBWI Western Washington meeting last night on revisions and social networking. I could use some help with revisions (Boy, could I!). But with Facebook, this here blog, and now my website and Twitter- I’m not sure I could squeeze any more social networking in. Maybe I could have learned how to tweak my site. My husband linked the blog to it, but the links in my blogroll still open within my website, which looks a little like plagiarism. I’m either going to have to figure out how to fix it, or take out the blogroll.
I like My Cardboard Life by Phillippa Rice.
And I want to try making my own handwriting font to with the free font program that Dan Santat blogged about.
Betsy Bird posted a fabulous list of good graphic novels by reading level.
I somehow missed the first pages blog that Editorial Anonymous started. Behold, the Anonymati.
When you read a lot of manuscripts, you start to notice common problems. Coe of The Longstockings points a few out.
Whenever a story comes up about racial tension between high schools (like here), it REALLY irks me. I went to high school in Albuquerque, where the freeway and Route 66 divide up the town into distinct quadrants of racial and socio-economic differences. I lived in the poorest, brownest section of town and our high school rivals hailed from the richest, whitest section. There were big differences between the schools. We had crumbling walls and water-damaged textbooks. They had covered parking and a food court. You’d think they would just leave us alone and go about their business parking their fancy cars out of the sun and deciding between tacos and paninis. But that wouldn’t be teenager-y, I guess.
The big football game between the schools seemed to be going alright, until halftime. Our cheerleaders shook their pom poms, and their side of the stands launched tortillas like frisbees. I’m surprised they could organizing such a massive tortilla-ing before the days of Facebook and Twitter. The field was covered and everyone was fighting. The newspaper reported that our students had instigated a brawl, but I think if someone throws a tortilla at you it authorizes a good smack in the chops. I remember that a few of our students were suspended for fighting, while theirs were not. There were more oh-so-clever-hijinks that year, but the tortilla incident is the one that still stands out.
I’ve been told my past lends me a treasure trove of rich material to tap into, but if there’s a way to write about shit like that without it reading like bad fiction, I haven’t found it.
Do you know where you will be on May 16th & 17th?
I know where I’ll be. I will be at the same place as Ellen Hopkins, Grace Lin, Adam Rex, Ambassor of Literature for Young People Jon Scieszka, and a whole slew of other marvelous authors, illustrators, editors, & agents. It is truly an amazing line up. We will all be just across the water from Seattle conferring and having a jolly ol’time for TWO SOLID DAYS of kid lit creativity at the SCBWI Western Washington’s 18th Annual Conference. We put on a mean conference. Mean, but welcoming. We’re very friendly. Plus, there’s carousing. I can practically guarantee carousing.
Kevan Atteberry designed this handy dandy poster, with thanks to Adam for lending us his Frankenstein.

I promise it will be fun. Go find more information and register here.
I may have been short-sighted when I named my blog Wagging Tales. It’s a little too cutesy, and there’s an, ummm, animal communication business that has the same name. I meant to think of something better, but then a few people started actually reading it and I got lazy. Now, some sort of wires have been crossed and editors are asking me to review dog books. Not even kid lit dog books- a dog memoir, dog advice, and dog training. Three different houses. I somehow got tagged as the go-to dog lady. But, I am not.
I’m going to reexamine the blog renaming. Feel free to make recommendations.
We usually spend Christmas in Colorado with most of my immediate family. It’s a fabulous 5 days of playing in the snow, drinking, laughing, playing board games, drinking, bickering, eating junk food, name calling (hippie/yuppie/liberal cityslicker/etc.), and laying around. My dad even dresses up like Santa on Christmas morning when the little guys are there. Yes, it’s that festive.
So, we’re staying home in Seattle this year and I’m having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit. This month has been a little chaotic with colds and non-holiday tasks, and I’ve been distracted. I have most of the elements. Small children- check. Games- check. Name calling- (Thanks, random man on Pine!)- check. I didn’t have a lot of junk food or liquor, so I stocked up- check. Things were looking up, but I still wasn’t in the yuletide spirit. Add a bunch of snow and some nog, and I’m almost there.
Ohhh, I got my package today from the Book Bloggers Christmas Swap. I think I’m only a book blogger in a broad sense, since I don’t review books (and especially not dog books). Anyway, the package is lovely and I’m going to try and wait until Christmas to open it. I’ll take some pictures, too.
If I was an illustrator, I would have a PDF for downloadable stickers on my site like this.
I was reading an excellent article on transracial adoption (We adopted our daughter from Guatemala in 2007). A lot of the issues that come up around transracial adoption are also valid when you talk about mixed heritage, blended families, regentrification, urban settings… you name it. I have a mixed Hispanic/Anglo heritage. I don’t look Hispanic. At all. But, I was raised predominately around the Hispanic side of my family in Hispanic communities. I felt caught in the middle a lot.
The article quoted a local performer named Chad Goller-Sojourner, a black adoptee with a white family. He gave a pretty good analogy on having a different race than those around you.
“Let’s say I was a gazelle adopted by lions,” he says. “I pranced around happy until I got to first grade and all these lions tried to attack me; it’s like they didn’t get the memo. The other gazelles, they smelled the lion on me and didn’t trust me, so I stood open.”
That’s pretty heavy, right? I think that’s how a lot of kids feel who are not of the dominant race, or who are outsiders in another way. I bring it up here, because I think it needs to be said. There has been a (much needed) push towards more ethnic characters in kid lit. I think sometimes these books don’t connect with the reader because the author fails to tap into that feeling of being an outsider, and how being in the middle somehow taints you a little for either side and takes away the automatic belonging. We don’t just need characters with different ethnicities, we need characters with the complex emotions and settings that go along with being different.
Nathan Bransford has recapped the year in publishing.
I’m making a resolution to post pictures or a video of the shed in the next ten days. There, I said it. It’s been a little hyped up, so bear in mind that it’s a shed. It’s my shed, though, and I adore it. I also adore my new video camera, and that is a great motivator.
I hope however and wherever you’re celebrating the season that you have a lot of peace and joy.
Happy Holidays!
My friend Jolie Stekly has some fabulous news that you can read about here. Congratulations, Jolie! We already know you’re fabulous, and now the world will know, too!
What makes Jolie so fabulous, you ask? Here is just one example.
A few months ago a gang of us headed south to Portland for the Kidlitosphere conference put on by Jone and Laini. We had fun.
Jaime enlisted our help to make a sock puppet zombie video interview with Betsy Bird, and we complied. You might have seen the video. You might have wondered how many people squeezed behind the bed, and whether or not it was fun. Now you know.
Clockwise from the top left: moi, Laurie Thompson, Kirby Larson, Jolie Stekly, Betsy Bird, and Dana Arnim.
Jaime was working the camera.
Thanks for the picture, Dana!
Speaking of Laini, she’s speaking at the SCBWI Western Washington meeting tomorrow. Come say hi!
Hey you guys!
Jaime Temairik is having an art show at North Hill Bakery on Capitol Hill. The opening is this Friday night, and you can read all the details here.
In other local weekend goodness, Write-O-Rama is Saturday, and Urban Craft Uprising is Saturday and Sunday. A whole weekend of art, craft, and arts and crafts! There’s my weekend agenda for you. If I see you in all three places I’ll have to have an internal debate on whether you’re a stalker or just someone with great taste.
In other news…..
Elizabeth Law from Egmont is interviewed at Cynsations.
Sara Crowe gives a few examples of queries that worked for her.
MotherReader makes a great list on book pairing for giftgiving.
And last but not least, a pretty solid argument that Emily the Strange is a rip off of Rosamond from Nate the Great.
Big A little a starts a blog tour of interviews with Judy Blume.
Through the Tollbooth has a great post on Showing vs. Telling. They say that if you’re buried in the slush, you’re probably doing a lot of telling. I’m a teller. For example, I just told you I’m a teller. If you read my blog, I’ve probably showed you, too. sigh.
Here’s a little exercise. Write a descriptive sentence.
Example: Doug was needy.
Great. Not so much for Doug, but for our exercise. Now write a few sentences to back it up.
Doug was needy. Doug called his girlfriend at least three times a day, even when he knew she was in class. If he caught you in a hug he’d hang on just a couple of beats too long, even for his mother. When it was time to say goodbye he’d falter and be the last to leave, shuffling slowly down the sidewalk and checking over his shoulder in hopes that you changed your mind about the errands that needed doing.
Alright, now delete the first sentence that tells us Doug is needy and you have some descriptive details that show you. If they’re all clumped together like that it’s still telling, so scatter them about where appropriate, or save them for your character bio and use it to beef up Doug’s clingy person. Instead of telling us how Doug called his girlfriend during class, have him call and interrupt class.
Editorial Anonymous examines the synopsis.
I have had a $50 gift certificate to Elliott Bay Book Company for seven months. I’ve been in there a few times since then, but never carrying the 3″x5″ certificate. I’ve been saving it for a time when I could have a luxurious, kid-free browse and maybe write a little downstairs in the cafe. I went last night and bought a nice stack of books. They renovated the downstairs, so it’s no longer the cozy, bookshelf filled coffeeshop that I covet for writing. Oh, well. More time in the shed. I had a great time browsing and bought a nice stack of new and used books. I’m reading the The Monsters of Templeton by Lauren Groff first, because it was time for some adult lit. So far, it’s very engrossing. I also bought Jon Sciezska’s Knucklehead, Born Confused by Tanua Desai Hidier, a new journal, Al Capone Does My Shirts by Gennifer Choldenko (which I’ve been meaning to read forever) and Flush by Carl Hiaasen (since I gave my other copy away). It was so fun and indulgent. Bookstores make good therapy.
What are you doing on the 10th? Laini Taylor is speaking at the SCBWI WWA meeting on finishing a novel. She is a delightful person and an excellent speaker, but if that’s not enough for you there will be a cookie contest as well.
Come! Bring cookies!



