This is the first sketch of Sara.
I have the hardest time finding Multicultural Christmas books to read to a group of preschoolers. We need more books that positively reflect our society. One would think an inner city public school’s library would have an endless supply of diverse books. Enough said!
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For the last five years, I have been fortunate enough to go to the Art Prize in Grand Rapids, Mi. There is something soothing about strolling through downtown Grand Rapids all the while admiring the works of various creative people from around the world. On my last visit, which was shorter than usual, I found the perfect painting for my writing room. It’s a print of an African American girl reading a script in a dimly lighted room. This print spoke to me because I remembered the nights I would try to read a book in the dark. I was overjoyed when I ultimately made the purchase. The artist, Lester A White, sold the print to me. I asked him if he had ever considered illustrating for picture books? It didn’t hurt to ask because one never knows the answer you’ll get. We are now Facebook friends and in the future, we may even work together on a project. I’m looking forward to the day when I can make tangible connections with other illustrators.
Like many of you , I have looked over many sites looking for information on how to either self publish or gain the interest of a publisher. I really thought by now I would have had it figured out. My goal was to have a completed project in hand by the end of my summer vacation. I truly believed it was a reachable goal. But how could I have met this goal with an indecisive mindset? It’s truly frustrating. In order to keep moving forward, I had to think about what was holding me back.
When I begin writing my picture book, I visualized each page, it’s drawings, the medium, and whatever else a finely illustrated book would entail . I knew exactly how I wanted the characters to look, what they would be doing, and even their facial expressions. In my head, the cover was breathtaking. I had written the story and I wanted ownership over everything. I didn’t believe that another person would understand my characters, their stories, or my vision.
Am I an illustrator? No.
Can I draw? Preschoolers seem to think so. Flowers, stick people, shapes, and smiley faces. All very basic, of course.
Paint? I’m proud of the fact that I’m pretty good with a box of crayons and a coloring book.
I’ve concluded that I’m gonna have to let go. I’ve read that many authors struggle with letting go. What are my choice so far? Either seek a publisher and not have any comments in the illustrations or self publish and drive some poor illustrator (probably a friend) mad. I have to trust that the illustrator knows and sees more than I ever will. That’s their gift, not mine. So my next step is to write the queries that are in need of writing and send the manuscript. I’ll sit back and trust the process.
In one of my college classes, the students had to think about the first memory of reading in a classroom. In this post, I’ve decided to share my first memory of creative writing. Now much of my childhood years are a blur. I attribute it to my nose constantly being in a book thus ignoring the world around me. If I wasn’t reading, I was thinking about reading. However, there is one memory that is special to me. I don’t remember the grade or the teacher, only that it was early elementary and the teacher was a male. I’m also bad with remembering names. Well, this nameless individual stimulated my interest in creative writing. We learned about the “Oregon Trail” and each student was instructed to write a report or maybe even a paragraph about what we had learned over the course of the lesson. I decided to do something different and created a fictitious journal written by a slave girl named Sarah. Sarah was traveling with her slave master in a covered wagon. I imagine it looked a lot like the one a certain little girl and her family rode on in one of my favorite television series as a child. In this journal, Sarah wrote about her fear of Indians, being raped by her master, and her longing to return to her mother. Why was I writing about such topics at a young age? I believe it was because my love of reading introduced me to some dark historical facts very early in life.
When I had completed writing Sarah’s journal, I decided that I wanted the papers to have an old rustic look. I turned on the oven, placed each sheet inside until they browned, careful not to set off the smoke alarm. I then poked holes in the sheets of paper and carefully tied them together with a few pieces of yarn. I had written my first short story.
In the end, I’m not sure if the assignment was given a letter grade, a star, or a smiley face, but I do remember the teacher approaching my desk and saying,
very good. My wife also liked it.Hold on to that
He also mentioned something about liking what I had done to my paper and that I was very creative. Sadly, my family moved around so much, I lost trace of Sarah’s Journal.I don’t think I’ll forget the rush I had then. It’s the same feeling I have now when I write.