Friday, October 12, 2018

"Illuminating Octopod" Art & Poem by Michelle Kogan #OctopusMonth


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Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Laura at Writing the World for Kids for Roundup. 
I've been enjoying a lovely few days of school visits in Morgan County, Alabama -- where, yes, I have been able to share AGNES with young readers! I'll also be sharing tomorrow in Sandy Springs, Georgia, so lots of fun going on... including the following octopus poems this week:

"Octopus Enumerated" by Michelle Schaub (our 2nd Michelle of the month!)
"Octopus" by Harry Laing (later retitled "Shoctopus")
"Octopodessert" by Matt F. Esenwine (which I thought was about octopus as dessert, but is actually dessert FOR an octopus!)

You can find all the poems and links at the Happy Octopus Month padlet.

As we continue #OctopusMonth, I am delighted to share with you art and poem by the ever-talented Michelle Kogan (our 3rd Michelle of the month!):


ILLUMINATING OCTOPOD
by Michelle Kogan

Octopuses that’s us, that’s I,
amazingly we seem to fly.
Through deep waters way down below,
look at me now, I’m all-aglow!

Bioluminescence that’s me
sparkling like a moonlit sea.
Stauroteuthis Syrtensis’ my
name, twinkling light as I swim by.

I’m “glowing sucker” octopod,
An illuminate lighting rod.
Watch me glow five minutes or so
my “blue-green hue” makes quite a show!
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I am kind of in love with that "illuminate lightning rod." All a-glow, indeed! Beautiful, isn't it?

Thanks so much for reading!

Thursday, October 11, 2018

"Octopodessert" by Matt F. Esenwine



Octopodessert
by Matt F. Esenwine

A few little scallops, two snails, and a shrimp.
Wrap up in seaweed.
           Seal edge with a crimp.

A delicacy that no money can buy!

Serves 8. (After all, it’s an octo-pie.)
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I confess: I knew someone would make a meal of our octopus... turns out it was Matt. And OF COURSE an octopodessert would serve 8! :) 

I myself have never eaten octopus -- calamari, yes. I suspect they have similar tastes and textures? I do know that when I've used Google to search for octopus-related content, quite a lot comes up about recipes and prep tips! 

Out of respect for Agnes, I cruise right past those links.... and shall refrain from any such foodie adventures, at least for the duration of #OctopusMonth!

And now back to Morgan County, Alabama, where I am enjoying visiting with students and teachers. xo

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

"Octopus" poem by Harry Laing #OctopusMonth



Octopus
by Harry Laing

Shape-shifter
rock lifter
clever drifter
            octopusssssss
master blender
cave defender
what's your gender?
            octopusssssss
big eye winking
always thinking
slowly sinking
            octopusssssss
color-mixer
inky fixer
slinky trickster
       octopusssssss

but not like us
       octopusssssss

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Today's poem appears in one of my favorite anthologies in recent years: ONE MINUTE TILL BEDTIME, poems selected by Kenn Nesbitt, art by Christoph Niemann (Little, Brown & Co., 2016). So many thanks to Harry Laing for giving me permission to print it! Here's more about Harry:

Harry Laing is an Australian poet and comic performer. His first collection of poems for children, Shoctopus-poems to grip you(for 6-12 yr olds) was published in 2015. ‘SuperFly: poems to give you a buzz’ (a picture book also for 6-12 yr olds), is due out from Ford Street next year. Harry does lots of poetry workshops in schools and loves performing his poems. He lives on 115 acres in New South Wales along with the wombats and kangaroos. Check out his giant purple Shoctopus on YouTube. 



Also, Harry told me that ‘Octopus’ in OMTB came before he decided on 'Shoctopus’! Pretty brilliant change, don't you think?! Octopuses everywhere are impressed. :)

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

"Octopus, Enumerated" poem by Michelle Schaub #OctopusMonth



Octopus, Enumerated
by Michelle Schaub

One for craggy crevices.
Two for coastal sea.
Three for savvy, squinting eyes,
watching carefully.
Four for curious, coiling limbs
that taste with sucker kisses.
Five for sneak attacks,
(this hunting tactic rarely misses.)
Six for rolling waves above.
Seven-sand below.
Eight for sudden cloud of ink—
Hey now, where’d it go?
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Oh that sneaky octopus! Don't you love the octo-structure of Michelle's poem? I do! 

Michelle and I met a couple of years ago at Poetry Camp (thanks to Janet Wong, Sylvia Vardell and the good folks at WWU!). In addition to octo-love, we've discovered we have a few other things in common: 1. we both wrote collections of poems set at the farmers' market; 2. we both have poetry collections forthcoming from Charlesbridge; 3. we share an illustrator: Amy Huntington! Amy illustrated Michelle's FRESH-PICKED POETRY: A Day at the Farmers' Market and is working on my NINE: A Book of Nonets. Fun!


Monday, October 8, 2018

Happy World Octopus Day! #OctopusMonth


Isn't it fitting that October 8 should be World Octopus Day? Agnes and I kind of love it. So today offer you a hodgepodge of octo-fun!

First, today at the Lerner blog, you can find Agnes exchanging postcards with other members of the LOVE, AGNES team: moi (!), editor Carol Hinz and illustrator Thea Baker.

Also today we will visit the post office, where we will ship out review copies and one finished copy to those folks who read all the way to the end of my most recent Irene's Adventures in Writing newsletter. That's right: at the very end there was a p.s. and a reward for those most faithful readers! If you missed it, you can read it here. And if you don't yet subscribe to the newsletter, please do! I'll be sending out another issue with its own surprises come January. :)

In other octopus news, we had our first event of the Great Southeastern Octopus Tour at McWane Center in Birmingham. My husband came along to take pictures.
at the postcard craft table


young writer writing about sharks!
(McWane doesn't currently
have an octopus in its collection.)
Reading in a corner of the Itty Bitty Magic City,
where some young citizens enjoyed
sharing octopus-joy!

"Hey Crabby Crab... we all have our eyes on you!"
Also, I wanted to share about HOW TO BE A GOOD CREATURE by Sy Montgomery. Chapter 9 features an octopus named Octavia! (More on how to name an octopus coming later this week. :)



Finally, for a fun poem and some adorable octopus art, be sure to visit a penny and her jots to read "Octopus Olive at the Monster Hop" by Buffy Silverman! More poems and art coming this week. Thanks so much for joining the celebration!

Friday, October 5, 2018

Meet Squirtensia and "recognition," an octopus poem by Tabatha Yeatts for #OctopusMonth

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference for Roundup... and stick around here to experience some of Tabatha's magic!

So far Agnes and I have been having a lovely time celebrating Octopus Month! Please don't miss earlier posts this week:

"Octopus" by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
The Great Southeastern Octopus Tour
"Thirty-two Tentacles" by Michele Krueger (and learn how octopuses don't actually have tentacles...)

and Octopus Month Padlet, where I'll be rounding up various octopus links all month long.

Today Tabatha is in the house... er, ocean? Anyhow, she's here! And this is her artsy octopus creation:

Mademoiselle Squirtensia
 ("Squirty" for short)


Here's Tabatha to introduce her properly:

"I looove beautiful paper! So I raided my stash to make an octopus collage and voilà, Mademoiselle Squirtensia. I think her head was actually made from a photo of a pincushion! Some of her limbs are from images of quilts. She is a softie :-)"


... and here's Tabatha on how she came to write the following poem: 

"I was inspired by reading that octopi can always tell which way is up & they are able to sense octopus skin, so their suction cups don't stick to their own arms."

Enjoy!


recognition
by Tabatha Yeatts

in an octopus world, gravity 
holds you like a hammock,
swaying upright, but nothing 
keeps your feet on the ground

you can feel your many arms 
stretch wide, taste your world
with delicate hands that 
can dance around each other

without ever tangling, 
never adhering, never
sinking your stride
by mistaking friend for foe. 
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Don't you just love that first phrase "in an octopus world"? I do, I do! And lo, a "mistake" in the last line... that's our IMPERFECT editor, all right. :) Thank you, Tabatha and Squirty for joining the  LOVE, AGNES celebration! I'm excited for next week's lineup!

Thursday, October 4, 2018

"Thirty-Two Tentacles" poem by Michele Krueger for #OctopusMonth


Thirty-Two Tentacles*
by Michele Krueger

An octopus, almost
octogenarian,
was by profession,
a fish school librarian.

But when her daughter
gave birth to quadruplets,
she packed up and left
to begin knitting bootlets.

She knitted so swiftly
sparks flew all around her.
She quite inadvertently
fried a poor flounder!

Thirty-two tentacles
needing protection
tickled the talents
of Grandma’s affection.

She quickly completed
her motherly duties,
and gave to her grandkids
those thirty -two booties!
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Isn't that fun? Big thanks to Michele for sending it along -- and for giving the world so many lovely poems in so many anthologies! (Be sure to read Michele's "Art Teacher" in SCHOOL PEOPLE!) 

*A word about "tentacles": I learned in my research that octopuses don't actually have tentacles -- only arms. (Actually some scientists have suggested 2 legs and 6 arms!) Turns out arms have suckers all along them, and tentacles only have suckers on the end... so no tentacles! But because Michele's poem is fantastical -- and one of the things we all love about poetry is "no rules! no rules!" -- she opted to leave in the tentacles.

This poem also fits in well with our Spiritual Journey Thursday theme of "humor." Be sure to visit Jan at bookseedstudio for more posts about humor! 

As for me & humor, well, it's fitting that this post is coming during #OctopusMonth... because LOVE, AGNES is my first "funny" book. Here is an image of a Tweet from Thea Baker, who decided to illustrate this book -- proof! :)

I know I need humor in my life. I mean, life is just better, when one can find the humor in it, and not take things so seriously (as is my tendency). Fortunately I live with a funny man who also calls me "the fun girl in the house." (Yes, I am the only girl in the house! :) The point is he appreciates my humor, and he helps me so much to lighten up.

Something that helped me recently in terms of humor was listening to author Jeff Anderson talk about humor in his books. He opened by asking us, the audience, what we thought was funny. Hands went up for various topics, and no one topic caused everyone to raise their hands. 

#octopuslove from Jan!
Probably this is obvious to everyone else, but it just struck me: humor is individual. What one person thinks is funny, is not necessarily funny to someone else. And for some reason that felt like a revelation and freed me in a way... just like books or food or art, whatever we think is funny is just right, because it's funny to US. 

Here it is put another way: there's nothing wrong if we don't find something funny that others find funny. We're all different. And when we do find someone who can share a funny moment with us? It's really magical, isn't it? It's a way of connecting that's precious and truly feeds the soul and renews one's faith. 

Thank you, Jan, for inviting us to reflect on this! And for being a funny, inspiring, ever-thoughtful friend. xo


Wednesday, October 3, 2018

The Great Southeastern Octopus Tour #OctopusMonth


First stop: McWane Science Center in Birmingham! Did you know that on the lower level they have "World of Water" Aquariums? Yep. Hope to see you there. xo

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

"Octopus" poem by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater #OctopusMonth



Octopus
by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

Octopus, you have eight limbs.
Octopus, you have three hearts.
Octopus, compared with me
you seem to have some extra parts.
But eight limbs swim you through the sea.
Eight limbs help you catch your prey.
Three hearts pump your blue blue blood
out to the gills and then away.

Octopus, I have four limbs.
I do not have a beak like you.
I cannot squirt black ink and hide
or camouflage the way you do.
Octopus, I love to read
about your life out in the wild.
Let's trade places just today.
I'll be an octopus.
You be a child.
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Don't you love this?! Classic AmyLV with that gentle voice and that ahhhh ending... Read Amy's post about this poem at The Poem Farm. Thank you, Amy! xo

Monday, October 1, 2018

CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAIR? and the N-Bomb: What is Appropriate for Children?


Happy Octopus Month! Our month-long celebration of octopuses through poetry and art will begin shortly! But first: an important post for all you humans out there. (Cross-posted at Lerner Books blog.)
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A customer on Amazon recently expressed concerns that the book Can I Touch Your Hair? Poems of Race, Mistakes, and Friendship is not appropriate for elementary students because it includes a poem called “The N-Bomb” that references the existence of the N-word (though doesn’t spell it out). Coauthors Charles Waters and Irene Latham and editor Carol Hinz wanted to share their thoughts about the poem, the word, and tackling difficult topics with children.

Charles, Irene, and Carol


Conversations about the N-word aren’t easy. In a perfect world, we'd never have to talk about it, because the N-word wouldn't exist. All of us want to protect the young people in our lives from the harshness of the world. But this wish won’t make the N-word disappear. And we cannot keep children’s ears from hearing a word that might one day be spoken in hate at them or at someone they love. The word comes up in songs, in movies, and, yes, sometimes in books. So what do we do?

Charles Waters, coauthor 

I don't know how to have a conversation about the race in our country without talking about the N-word. It’s the atomic bomb of the English language. If someone outside my race says it, no matter the color, no matter the circumstance, it jars me. I don’t feel entirely that way when people who are African American say it, especially if it's used as sign of affection or to discuss how people might view us behind closed doors.
I've heard from those who’ve said no word should have that much power and needs to be said out loud to diminish its impact, and from others who say it shouldn’t be uttered at all, no matter what, end of story.
Ultimately, I don't know if there’s a right and wrong answer but I do know it would be unfortunate not to have a talk about it, especially between parents and their children. To have not written the poem “The N-Bomb” in Can I Touch Your Hair? would have been the equivalent of erasing my existence as a person of color in this world. By the way, I understand both the Charles character’s point of view in the poem and the mother’s point of view equally. It’s weird when you can see both sides of a debate and not come to a definitive conclusion. That’s what makes life so fascinating and complicated.

illus. by Sean Qualls and Selina Alko

For anyone having trouble reading the poem from the image of the page above, here's the full text of the poem:
THE N-BOMB
Mom, holding my folded laundry, passes
as I’m nodding, swaying, flowing into rhythms
that make me start sliding my feet from side to side.
The rapper then punches out a word that makes
her do a double take. “Did he just drop the N-bomb?”
she asks. “Yes,” I say. “But it had an A at the end of it,
not an E-R, so it’s okay.” “No, it’s not,” she says, “No matter
how you spell it, it’s still a spit in the face of our ancestors,
who for far too long fought against the infection of that word.”
“Sorry,” I say, pressing the Stop button, not knowing what kind
of music I can listen to anymore that will make me happy.

Irene Latham, coauthor

I've made the mistake of withholding information from my own children in an effort to protect them—and I’ve regretted it. Whether you talk with a child about something difficult—or not—you’re taking a leap. Your decision will have consequences. As a mother, a poet, and a citizen in the twenty-first century, I feel like it is more important than ever to be open with our kids, even when it’s uncomfortable or frightening.
Ignoring hate, not talking about racism, doesn’t make it go away; it only allows it to fester and grow. The key to eliminating systemic racism is to bring it into the light so we can all see what we're dealing with and how to change our attitudes and behavior.
I am reminded of an interview with Katherine Paterson, author of the Newbery Award-winning book Bridge to Terabithia, which includes the death of a child and has been criticized as being inappropriate for children. In an interview, she said, “I worry about children who still need a fairy tale. Is there a dividing line between children who need a fairy tale and children who need a book that reflects their life? It differs from child to child. And it’s [BRIDGE TO TERABITHIA] a book I really hope parents will read with their children. It gives you a safe place to talk about hard topics.”
I'm proud to have been part of creating a book that's a safe place to talk about hard topics.

Carol Hinz, editor

Dear reviewer, thank you for taking the time to share your concerns about this book.
I first read Can I Touch Your Hair? to my older son, who is white, when he was seven years old. The book hadn’t even been printed, but I had a PDF on my computer and he wanted to know what I was working on. I started to read, expecting him to lose interest. But he didn’t. And then I got to the poem “The N-Bomb.” My heart dropped. I took a deep breath and said, “I need to tell you about a word you don’t know. It’s very bad and you should never use it.” I kept talking, and he listened carefully. After the fact, I was relieved. At some point, I knew he was going to encounter the word, whether in music, in a movie, or spoken by a peer. Did I want that to be his first exposure to it? Or did I want his first exposure to be in the safety of our home where we could talk about what the word is and why it is never okay?
While not every kid is exposed to a given word at the same age, it’s often not something we as parents can control. And I feel grateful to have books such as this one that allow children, parents, and educators to address race and racism in a manner that fosters conversation and empathy.

More about the N-word

You’ll need to scroll down pretty far into the interview. Their exchange about it begins with the following:
Oprah: Speaking of conversations, when I met you a few years ago, we discussed our disagreement over the use of the N word and misogynist lyrics in rap music. Do you believe that using the N word is necessary?
Jay-Z: Nothing is necessary. It's just become part of the way we communicate. My generation hasn't had the same experience with that word that generations of people before us had. We weren't so close to the pain. So in our way, we disarmed the word. We took the fire pin out of the grenade.
The N-word is addressed in the first 1:23 of the clip. *Warning: The full word is said multiple times in this video*

More about children and tough topics

Books for adults about race

So You Want to Talk about Race by Ijeoma Oluo
Citizen: An American Lyric by Claudia Rankine
NutureShock: New Thinking about Children by Ashley Merryman and Po Bronson (specifically the chapter “Why White Parents Don’t Talk about Race”)


Friday, September 28, 2018

Celebrating Life with Poems about "Now"

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Jone at Deowriter for Roundup.

Here it's the eve of AGNES' entry to the world - for those of you who are interested, I am still taking octopus poems and art! Thanks to all of you, Octopus Month is going to be lots of fun.

And... it still feels like summer -- esp. when I received in the mail a late Summer Poem Swap from Iphigene, who joins us from the Philippines!


Iphigene wrote this poem after reading something on my blog: "All in nature is temporary."

Of Only Now

I wonder at the world,
its permanence --
the art of preservation
we've perfected

Photographs,
pressed flowers,
scrapbook, and 
Google drive.

Museums,
wax figures,
specimens, and
artifacts.

We preserve,
we save, all these
bits and pieces 
of what was

Grasping on our hands
an illusionary
immortality
that fades in time

Refusing the permanence
of temporary -
of life, of moments.
Missing in the beauty
of only now.

- Iphigene Daradar
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Isn't that lovely! And the art!! So many thanks to Iphigene for bringing such beauty to my day. And it reminded me of a villanelle I wrote recently on the same subject, so clearly my subconscious is working through some things. :)

Now

The kingdom of Now is everykid's land –
it doesn't discriminate; nows go on and on.
Just don't try to hold one in your hand;


Now slips through your fingers like sand.
Each Now is its own pink-streaked dawn
waking the kingdom: Now! In everykid's land,


Now doesn't shout or grandstand.
Step after step, it faces life's marathon.
Still, you can't hold Now in your hand.


Now is a tiny oasis is Time's wasteland.
It can be squandered in a yawn,
or it can build kingdoms in everykid’s land.


Now is the only moment at our command.
It appears suddenly, with the grace of a swan,
then soon swells – too big to hold in your hand.


Now marches with the faith of a one-man band,
endlessly teaching us to carry on.
The kingdom of Now is everykid's land;
just don't dare try to hold it in your hand.

- Irene Latham

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And now... the lake is calling! :) Thank you so much for reading!




Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Celebrating Poetry & Conversation at Riverchase Elementary

books to sign!
One of the great things about writing a book with someone is that we get invited to do school visits together! Yesterday Charles Waters and I spent time with students and educators at Riverchase Elementary in Hoover, Alabama. What a lovely learning environment the administration, faculty and staff are creating for these students! What an honor to be a part of that.




Charles Waters, Jennifer Rich, Irene Latham
Big thanks to librarian Jennifer Rich (and her sweet mama, who is a retired librarian, and helped with Jennifer's classes so she could devote her time to making the author visit run smoothly. I know. Isn't that beautiful? We all need a mama like that).


It was also nice to explore the school's 811 section to see what poetry titles were available. I am always looking for new-to-me books... and of course it is fun to find familiar books, too. Yay for FRESH DELICIOUS! :)



Later, when Charles and I were on our way to our book signing at Little Professor Books, I got a text from a friend who had just picked up her grandbaby from our school... and look! We'd autographed a book for her!

No, I didn't know this friend's child when to Riverchase. What a sweet surprise!




Finally, I want to share a couple more things:

SCBWI schmooze at North Shelby Library
1. We loved our time at Little Professor Books! What a peaceful, well-stocked bookstore. And we made some new friends! We didn't take any pictures, though, sadly. On the other hand... we were really in the moment, and sometimes cameras can get in the way of that.

2. As part of Charles' visit, we also offered an SCBWI Schmooze to offer "Experience, Strength, and Hope for the Publishing Journey." It was lovely talking with others at different stages of the journey, and remembering once again, that there's no one road to publication. We all get there in different ways. Thanks to all who attended and shared!

3.  For the first time, Charles and I don't know when we'll see each other again, as there are no new events currently scheduled. That feels weird, and made it sad to say goodbye! We've had such a big, fun year and shared so much... I know there are many more adventures in store for us... starting with us getting these latest revisions of our next book back to our editor! :)

Monday, September 24, 2018

#nErDcampGA Report


It was my great pleasure to be part of Georgia's first ever nErDcamp! Modeled after other state nErDcamps, this one was a day of learning and communion with educators, authors and readers. Thank you, Lola Schaefer and so many others (including my "angel" Cassie) for giving your time in this way! I'm so grateful to have been included.

I loved meeting so many Georgia folks, especially after I missed the awards ceremony for Ten Books All Young Georgians Should Read, during which CAN I TOUCH YOUR HAIR? was recognized. (I was at Mississippi Book Festival with Charles Waters!)

Some highlights:

Jeff Anderson. Jeff shared about his books and how humor saved his life. His message dovetailed nicely with mine and Charles' -- about how we NEED to make mistakes. Mistakes are how we grow! And humor helps.

The first session. I sat in a room with educators passionate about diversity and inclusivity. The discussion was inspiring and meaningful. Georgia is full of great folks doing the hard work. Thank you!

R. Gregory Christie. I loved meeting Greg and learning more about him and his work! We're both shy children's book creators. :) Also, I found Greg's comments about revision so applicable to my writing and my cello and my LIFE. He said revision starts with a broom, and ends with a toothpick. Or at least it should. :) He said artists look at shape and structure... and at my recent string orchestra gig, the conductor was telling us that for the fast parts, our accuracy would improve if we'd look at the shape of the music, not to worry so much about reading the specific notes. And it worked! I love these refrains in the arts and what it means for creators, whatever one's medium.

Rebecca Kai Dotlich. It was Rebecca who was there when I had my awakening to children's poetry back in 2010. It was Rebecca with whom I wrote a poem that was printed on a poster for this event -- and illustrated by R. Gregory Christie! - before being auctioned off. We were able to read the poem aloud, and also take home posters of the poem. What fun!



Sadly, the schedule was such that there wasn't time for me to meet all of the authors or attendees. But wow, what an enthusiastic team of volunteers and passionate readers! It was an honor to share time and space with all of you... thank you!

Sidenote: I also had cello business in the Atlanta area, which meant I came a day in advance of nErDcamp and was able to treat myself to some great restaurants. One really stood out: Lazaro's Cuban Cuisine (Roswell, GA). I'd almost drive back over to ATL just to eat at this restaurant again!

Friday, September 21, 2018

Fun at the County Fair - Poem and Pictures

Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure and visit Erin at The Water's Edge for Roundup!

I am away from my desk today, but I did want to pop in with some pics from last week's county fair.

Ours is one of just 22 counties in Alabama that still hosts a fair, and I kind of love it -- not the rides so much, as the noise and lights and crowds are a bit much for me, though I do respect and admire how the crew can create the fair in just hours... so many cables snaking along the ground!

What I really love are the agriculture exhibits. This year we caught the kids' 4-H lamb show. AND, we enjoyed discovering two of our son's photographs earned ribbons and prize money!

Oh, and the fair is just not the fair until hubby and I have shared a funnel cake. :)


And because it's Poetry Friday, here's a fair poem:



Fair Prayer

Thank you for this
September night,
for funnel cakes
and Midway lights.
For giant pumpkins,
sunflower blossoms,
and the way Mama's
        worries
are all but forgotten.

Thanks for hay bales
and raffle ticket sales,
how riding the Tilt a Whirl
makes me feel like
I'm Queen of the world!

Most of all thank you
for cotton candy
and how it melts
       fast-so-fast
but leaves a splash
of blue on my lips
that lasts forever –

or at least until
the next morning.


- Irene Latham
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Have YOU been to the fair this year? If so, maybe your experience needs to find its way into a poem??

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

The Magic of #SCBWIMidsouth2018 Conference

"Always be yourself...unless
you can be an octopus.
Then be an octopus."
My home region of SCBWI is Southern Breeze, which includes Alabama, Georgia, and north Florida. For a long while, we had two conferences a year: October in Alabama, and March in Georgia. 

But no more: now we have a spring conference only, and it moves from Alabama to Georgia and back again.

Which means... MidSouth gets to be my fall conference! And it is such a well-run conference. Kudos to all the volunteers who made it happen.



This was also my first event to share LOVE, AGNES: POSTCARDS FROM AN OCTOPUS. (!)

Agnes was not the only octopus in the room, which made it super-fun. :) Also, I learned so much from the keynotes and sessions... and from other attendees! I came home so very inspired. (You can read tweets from the conference at #scbwimidsouth2018.) I gotta say: Cheryl Klein rocked my world, as she always does!
 
 AND... I loved sitting next to Andrea Loney, author of BUNNY BEAR, which is about being yourself, and TAKE A PICTURE OF ME, JAMES VANDERZEE!, one of the Harlem Renaissance artists I wrote poems about during 2018 ArtSpeak! In her later keynote Andrea told us about how working at the circus and Disney (and improv comedy!) impacted her life and writing. Fun!

One of the things I love about attending SCBWI conferences is the illustrator displays. I was especially excited when I saw this one by Lisa C Brown featuring an octopus as an octo-bus!

 I also loved seeing dear author-friends, like Rae Ann Parker, who is not only a fabulous writer and person, she also sells books for Parnassus Books. So much fun to catch up!

Finally I want to share some goodness I learned in the nonfiction session with Heather L. Montgomery and Charlesbridge editor Alyssa Mito Pusey.

Funny thing: I kind of feel like I learn about writing backwards. I heard so many things in that session that made perfect sense to me... for instance, "nonfiction books start with cognitive dissonance" -- two ideas that don't make sense. Like, say, an octopus writing postcards! :)

But I never could have told you that before this session.

Plus Heather is such an passionate presenter. What fun to learn from her! I am very excited about her forthcoming book about roadkill SOMETHING ROTTEN.

Monday, September 17, 2018

In Which I Become a Librarian


Today would be my father's 72nd birthday. Anyone who knew my father knows he was an avid reader, reading on average a book a day -- for his whole life.

Papa, building his
library collection
Papa's dream was to retire to his hometown of Port St. Joe, FL, where he would build a library to house his thousands of books.

That never happened, but something else really awesome did.

And now, a dream, I, his daughter, has harbored has come true: I am now a librarian!

Yes, of all the professions, I've often thought the one I would have most enjoyed (if I wasn't an author) is being a librarian. So imagine my delight when we arrived in our new town and discovered 1) our (tiny) town has a just-for-the-Town library! And 2) they needed a librarian.

Can you hear the angels singing?

New book donations, ready to be shelved!
So I volunteered myself and have since gotten to work weeding and sorting donations and reorganizing and surveying residents to identify needs and setting up a donation/memorial program and all sorts of other fun stuff.

Not all of it is fun. So many choices must be made -- shelf space is limited, as we only have room to house about a thousand books.
wee book-loving me
But I love books! And libraries are important! And I want ours to not only fulfill my dream, but also my father's.

Joy! So Happy Birthday, Papa, from your loves-books-because-of-you, now-a-librarian daughter.