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Dare to Love, Dare to Dream

June 14, 2010 by Lenka 1 Comment »

I love when dreams come true.  They don’t even need to be my dreams.

Meet Heidi

This is Heidi with a dreams-come-true beautiful smile.  Saturday we got to celebrate dreams with her book launch party at Books, Inc. in Palo Alto.  She and I shared many a creative writing workshop in our (not so long ago) college days :) .  She is signing her awesome new book, Sea.

Sea is about a girl who visits Indonesia soon after the Tsunami.  She meets a compelling young man who inspires life-changing adventures.  It’s my next great summer reading.

The party was a beginning for the book, but also a pure celebration for Heidi.  There was a feast of Indonesian goodies, with fun twists like the edible fruit display that Heidi’s friends sent her.  Ian ate every single grape off of the display and I learned.  You want kids to eat fruit?  Put it on a stick.


Also, goodies related to the book like orange cream soda and these tasty treats:

Sea cupcakes!

Heidi talked about her book.  I quickly realized this wasn’t a bunch of people coming to see her.  No, this audience was there to be with her.  To celebrate with her.  Family, book group friends, fans, everyone gathered to share the fun.  And Heidi is fun!

She loves writing and it shows.  She speaks of Sea and future projects with true enjoyment.  So appropriate that the catch-phrase for Sea is Dare to Love, Dare to Dream.

What a happy, joyful night!  Thanks, Books, Inc. for hosting!

Because dreams come true.  Believe.

I also loved the long line of fans waiting for their Sea-signing.  Yay, Heidi!

And I must say that Books, Inc. is a cool bookstore!  Loved the whole event.  Thank you!  I will be at the next big launch party, Heidi! :)

 

SCWBI Spring Spirit Conference

April 24, 2010 by Lenka 2 Comments »

So today I am at the regional Spring Spirit conference for the Society of Children’s Books Writers and Illustrators.  I can’t take specific, detailed notes because the presenters would like everyone to attend future conferences :) .  I will share my impressions, ideas, and more, though, because I want to catch any great thoughts :)

I’ll update the post as the day goes on.  This is my first writing conference ever so I’m excited.  I was broke back in the days before kids (still mostly broke but saving for important stuff like this :) ).  When the kids came, time simply evaporated. So it’s fun now to explore this world.  Writing was my first love even when I was ten years old writing my first novel about a kidnapped princess from another planet.

First advice of the day:
Know your genre, know your audience, know yourself.

Meeting with editors now.  A large room with at least 50 people.  We get to listen to editors from Learner and Flux.  Good advice to write what you know emotionally.  Be emotionally honest.

My question for the end of the day is about publishing for the electronic media.  Because I believe the next explosion will be with electronic publishing.  How can I catch that wave?

I was brave and asked about electronic publishing.  Both editors said they planned to sell electronic versions of some print books, but no plans to develop books for electronic media.  Bummer.  The huge wave is still seen as far off out at sea and they want to see which platform rises to the top.

But, oh, it’s such an opportunity to reach kids.  These devices are their world.  Especially extraordinary kids.  Waiting will only let someone else catch that wave.  I will keep on paddling out :) .  I’ll catch it!

Onto a workshop for first page critiques.  Interesting to hear responses from the writers and editors.  The main message that I’m hearing is to keep the opening page simple.  A connection to the story and characters.  With action and movement.  A sense of place keeps coming up as a goal or missing piece.  Set the stage.

Be careful about popular themes, like wanting a pet, because you really have to set your book apart in order to be noticed.

Don’t start a story with the character getting out of bed.  Too common.

Grab your reader.  Yep, sense of place, sense of character, sense of story. That’s my ending message.

So lunch and now a workshop for synopsis.  Which is summarizing your novel to pitch it to publishers, agents, editors.  I’ve written quite a few, but I’m always looking to improve.

I have so many ideas.  I’m buzzing with ideas.  I wish I could sit with one of these editors and have tea, or coffee, or margaritas :) and talk about making great stories for kids.  I guess I am, sort of, except I’m here with about 199 other people, too :)

Learned a little about synopsis.  It actually was a great session with a lot of tools.  Pare down the story to the plot.  Keep it detailed without bogging it down in tangents.  It really can give the query more punch than all the stuff about background, biography, and the rest.

Now I’m in a session about book trailers.  About using technology as a marketing tool.  Which is useful.

This is interesting.  How to get videos found through search terms on search engines.  Phew, publishing is changing.  Writing the story is just the beginning.

Some great ideas about getting noticed online from Digital Weavers.  I wasn’t that excited at first about book trailers and advertising through book commercials, so to speak.  A huge part of the presentation was getting your link through social networks in order to raise your link in the search engines.  So I’m excited to try that out.  Good news.

Now it’s question and answer session.  Interesting because I feel like an ocean has separated me from the publishers, editors, etc.  It’s pretty amazing to see the room full of people that create stories, edit stories, and publish stories.  Building bridges.  I’m not sure what will grow from the seeds I’m tossing around in my own creative gardens today, but I can imagine some pretty cool stuff blooming.

 

Zombie Story

April 7, 2010 by Lenka No Comments »

I reposted a zombie story that I wrote last year for another website.  Free stories, hurrah!  Read it here.

 

For Ian

March 10, 2010 by Lenka No Comments »

my son’s love
is the heart of a mountain
the earth itself
clinging tight
strong, solid, and rock-sure
he is gravity
holding me
together

 

Last Day of Vacation

January 4, 2010 by Lenka No Comments »

We spent the last day of vacation running errands.  I felt better than the past couple of days today.  Yesterday Mom took Ian for a walk and I had a quick nap.  Each day is a little better than before.  Not all the way better.  But a little less fatigue, less overwhelm.  Until work starts tomorrow :) .

I am resolved to keep things simple.  The constant quest for balance.

I sent a query this morning.  A fish in the sea.  A bird in the sky.  A seed in the forest.  Grow :)

 

Child’s Island

November 10, 2009 by Lenka No Comments »

Let us

Let them

Linger

On that

Child’s Island

Awhile longer

Yet

 

Teeth with Names

November 9, 2009 by Lenka No Comments »

Not sure why

She names her teeth

Though her front tooth did earn

a name with a story worth naming

That tooth was

The Shark Tooth

Lost beside the million gallon tank

at the Monterey Bay Aquarium

Then

The Bloody Tooth

for obvious reasons

And this morning as her other front tooth

wiggles crooked she decides it is

The Right Tooth

because it kinks to the right

Not the left

Hopefully it will not become

The Bloody Tooth Two

 

Her Play

November 8, 2009 by Lenka No Comments »

My name is River

She says

And I am a puppy

And I am zero days old

And I have floppy ears

And I am a girl

Okay?

She says

I am a horse-rider

And my name is Lizzy

And I am twenty years old

And my horse’s name is Black Stallion

And my horse is twenty years old

And we are teenagers

Okay?

And I could say

Twenty is not a teenager

But she is galloping down the hall

On her stick horse

Which she leans against the wall

To pick up her finger-knit leash

And she says

You know what kind

Of dog I am, right?

 

Snake Face Pumpkin

November 7, 2009 by Lenka No Comments »

Snake Faceslime and goo

ooze between my fingers

with slick baby-seeds that we will

roast and eat

later

She carves with

engrossed attention to each

little kink of pumpkin-eye

because

I want this to be the best pumpkin snake-face ever

Hollow pumpkin with forked tongue grins

Agreement

 

The Book of Darkness: A New Prologue

June 25, 2009 by Lenka No Comments »

In the ugliest valley, an old woman climbs one thousand stairs.  She places her feet with care on each black step carved into the towering spire of rock.  The steps are wet.  Storm clouds roil overhead.  Lightning sears the sky and slams into wet black stone to sizzle blue sparks. The wind whips her tattered robes and tangled gray hair.  Where does she go so late at night in such awful weather?

She blinks murky blue eyes at the bleak place.  She leans on her staff.  She knocks on a door.

At the peak of this leaning spire is a castle, a horrible castle, a castle of midnight dreams and lost loves.  Carved monstrosities around the door slip and scrabble over one another when she isn’t looking.  They blink stone eyes and bare stone teeth and drive their stone claws into one another so they can get a better look at this unlikely visitor.  She leans on her staff and stares over the festering bogs leading to gnarled forests.  Not a light to be seen in any direction.

The door opens.  He holds a candelabra that drips black wax.  He wears silk and his black hair is loose around his shoulders.  She comes at a bad time.

“Shelter,” she rasps.

He rolls his eyes.  “What’s the message?’

She blinks those murky eyes.  “Shelter.”

“The message, fool, from your lady.”

“Shelter.”

“Message.”

Her eyes narrow.  The murk clears like mist until her eyes are brilliant summer-sky blue.  Her skin smooths and clears.  Her poor bent limbs straighten and the black robes fall away from a white tulle-skirted dress shimmering with silvery dewdrops.  Her matted gray hair grows lustrous-long and blond.  A pretty little tiara twinkles in the dark.  She smiles at the man now with full, lovely, kissable lips.  “So this is who you are, now.”  Her voice is honey and bees.

The man throws the candelabra at her.  The candle flame whirls circles and she steps aside so that it tumbles over the edge into the abyss.  He grabs a hunk of mud and toadstools growing beside the door and he hurls that at her.  It lands on her dress, spattering the snowy-white skirts with crud.

“Have you nothing to say for yourself?” she says.  A resplendent crystal now glows softly at the top of her staff, pulsing pale shades of blue.

He sneers.  “Go to-”

The blue light pours from the staff and the stone carvings cover their stone eyes against the radiance.  As shadows return, the man is gone.  Instead, a mottled toad squats on the threshold.

“Enough,” she says.  “To the swamp with you, Lorenzo.  Now, where are my darlings?”  She whistles like a master whistles for a dog.  She nudges the toad into the messed-up toadstools beside the door so he won’t be trampled by the clattering chaos racing down the hall.

They burst outside and mill about her with the eagerness of puppies, their wide eyes alight, their smiles big over sharp teeth.  The smallest of them stands quite still, for a goblin, and bows low before her.  “My lady,” he says.

“Oh, my sweetlings, how I miss you.”  She brushes her fingers along the curve of his tapered ear.  Do goblins blush?

“But I must send you away for a little while.  Fetch me my sister.”

“Your sister?  But she is-”

“Her time among mortals is over.  I need her.  We need her.  And call a gathering of the Dark and Mysterious.”

The goblins hiss and scramble down those perilous steps with their armor clanking.

“We crown a new lord tonight,” she says in the goblin’s wake.  “A new Lord of All Things Dark and Mysterious.”