Blog Stop

Hello, friends. So my pal Anika Denise invited me to be a part of a “blog hop,” a delightful arrangement where you respond to some predetermined questions, then invite a few others to do the same, and then each of them invites a few others to participate, and so on and so on. Only I couldn’t manage to get anyone else to agree to take the baton and run with it! I approached more than a few wonderful authors, but not surprisingly, most people (aside from me, apparently) are pretty busy at this time of year. So, apologies for messing up the whole lovely blog hop idea. I never want to be the one to poop on someone else’s party. But I guess the hop had to stop somewhere, right? Right??

Without further ado, here are the questions and my responses…

What am I currently working on?

Well. I’m finishing a revision of the first book in a new series I’m writing for Candlewick Press, called The Infamous Ratsos. I’m also getting ready to write the second book in the series. And I have a chapter book, two picture books, and two middle grade novels in the works. Whew!

How does my work differ from others of its genre?

Hmm…I guess I’d have to determine what my “genre” is first, since I’m kinda all over the place right now! As far as picture books go, my work tends to be a little bit more subversive than most; I like my stories to zig when you think they’re going to zag.

Why do I write what I write?

It may sound selfish, but I write stories I would want to read. I also write stories that would have comforted or tickled my childhood self. And now that I have a son, I’m channeling that “boy energy,” too. The Infamous Ratsos is about two brothers named Ralphie and Louie Ratso, who happen to be rats, who also happen to be troublemakers (or, at least, they’d like that reputation). It’s told from the bully’s perspective, and the first story is an investigation of what it means to be “tough.”

My most recent picture book, NO SLURPING, NO BURPING! A Tale of Table Manners, came to me in a different way. The publisher, Disney, was about to launch a new series of books called their Artist Showcase, where they’re pairing animators with picture book authors. The illustrator of NO SLURPING, Lorelay Bové, already knew she wanted to do a book about table manners, so Disney came to me and showed me her work and asked me if I’d be interested in contributing the text to the project. Lorelay is a genius, and an artist in the classic Disney tradition, so of course I said yes! But I also wanted to do it because I think manners are really important. I believe how we behave is a reflection of who we are, and how we want the world to perceive us. And I think that when we exhibit good manners, we’re showing respect for those around us. So it was a topic I believed in, and I was eager to put my own spin on it. I didn’t want the story to be “preachy-teachy,” with children being instructed by all-knowing adults, so I was excited to be able to flip it around, and portray the dad in the story as a bit of a bumbler, with kids who are well-mannered and (thankfully) patient with him!


How does my individual writing process work?

Oh, boy. I’m still figuring that one out! I have a one-year-old, and his nap schedule is in flux right now; I used to write in the mornings, but now it looks like that might have to change to evenings. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about creative work, it’s the need to be flexible!

My ideas comes to me in all sorts of ways, but in every case, I just can’t get them out of my head until I write them down. With picture books, I can usually write the first draft in one sitting (and I prefer to do it that way, to keep the idea cohesive). Then I give myself a couple of days to look at the story from different angles, to make sure it’s sound. Then I share it with my “trusted readers,” i.e. my husband and my writing group. I usually tweak it a bit more after that, and send it to my agent. From there, it’s either more tweaking, or it’s ready to send out.

With the middle grade stuff, I write a few pages a day, and at the end of each week, I take those pages to a nearby coffee shop and assess. (FYI, I’m in the coffee shop now, writing this!) I make notes in my writing journal about where I think the story is going, and jot down ideas for changes and new plot points and character development. Each month, I send pages to my writing group, and then I consider and incorporate the feedback. Compared to writing picture books, it’s a slow process, but I’m learning to trust it. Even more than flexibility, creative work requires patience!

So…that’s it from me. Any other questions? Are you an author who wants to participate in this blog hop thingie and keep it alive? Let me know!

Mean Pills

In honor of Teacher Appreciation Week, I thought I’d tell you about a teacher to whom I’m particularly thankful.

Her name was Mrs. McPadden, and she taught fourth grade. She was not the nicest teacher in my elementary school, not by a long shot — in fact, she and another teacher used to joke about taking their “mean pills” before school each morning. Honestly, I’ve blocked out most of my memories of her class, probably due to a lingering form of PTSD. But I’ll never forget her reading.

Mrs. McPadden would read out loud to us every day, and she had a real talent for it. Really, she was doing more than reading — she performed the books for us. Through her, I discovered Blubber and Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume, How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell, The Best Christmas Pageant Ever by Barbara Robinson, and A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle. As you can tell by her book choices, Mrs. McPadden had a bit of a subversive streak. I still remember her performance of Blubber, and how she reveled in the moment when Jill and Tracy relieve themselves on Mr. Machinist’s trees, or the moment when Linda is forced to eat the chocolate-covered ant. Mrs. McPadden came alive when she read to us, and as a result, the stories came alive.

So, thank you, Mrs. McPadden, for sharing your love of reading with me and the rest of my classmates. I can almost forgive you for the mean pills.

A Re-Education

I just got back from the New England Society of Children’s Book Authors and Illustrators annual conference (aka NESCBWI14), and I had an AMAZING time. I met lots of wonderful new people, did some writing and plotting and journaling, ate some great food (a transcendent pulled pork sandwich) and some not-so-great food (an assemblage of beans, onions, olives, and mandarin orange slices masquerading as a Cobb salad), and enjoyed a late night boozin’ and schmoozin’ session with my colleagues.

Also, I enjoyed an eye-opening session on social media with the wise and wonderful Mitali Perkins. As a result of this digital re-education, I’ve decided to revamp my social media presence. I’ve created a Facebook page for my authorly pursuits; if you’d like to know what I’m up to in the world of children’s books and writing, I hope you’ll “like” my page. I’ll be updating it regularly with all sorts of info about my books and travels and thoughts on writing.

Now that I have this FB author page, I’m planning on restricting my FB profile to more personal pursuits and musings (and baby photos). So I’ll be doing a little bit of editing of my Friends list. I hope you’ll all understand my need to create these boundaries for myself; from here on in, I’d like to keep my profile limited to people I know, and open up my author page to anyone and everyone.

What’s up for me this week? I’ll be revising a new story I hope to send to my editor very soon, making some headway on a new section of a novel, sending some pages from that novel to my writing group for their consideration, and preparing myself for my very first Mother’s Day. Hard to believe how mega-pregnant I was last year at this time, and how not-so-little my little one is becoming!

What’s up for YOU this week? Did you attend NESCBWI14? What did you think?


Hello, friends. I’ve been on the go-go-go these past few weeks, but I have just enough time right now before the little one wakes up from his nap to update you on a few things…

  • Check out this article about Disney and Pixar’s Animation Studios Artist Showcase Program, which spotlights NO SLURPING, NO BURPING!
  • I’ve been Skyping up a storm, and I LOVE IT. Lately I’ve been doing 3-5 visits a week, and the teachers and librarians and kids have been amazing. The kids have such terrific questions! My favorites so far have been, “What is your neighborhood like?” “What do you do for fun?” and “Are you rich?” (That last one made me laugh out loud.) If you’re a librarian or educator and you’d like to set something up, please let me know!
  • A few weeks ago, I did a live, 40-minute reading via Google Hangouts and Qlovi, where I read from NO SLURPING, NO BURPING and UGLY FISH and talked a lot about what inspires me as I write. Also, I provide the proper pronunciation of my name, for the uninitiated. Want to take a look? The video is available on YouTube here. (Be patient. It takes a minute to load.)
  • Last week, I visited the hallowed halls of Google’s offices in Cambridge, MA and performed a reading as part of their Take Your Child to Work Day festivities. Super-fun, and my husband and little one came along for the day, so we were able to visit some of our old haunts…I even swung by Candlewick Press and said hello to my fabulous editor and many of my former colleagues! (I also enjoyed a glass of Prosecco and a croque madame for lunch, which is just about my favorite meal ever.)
  • I wrote about time management over at The Little Crooked Cottage, which has been a big issue for me lately. That time change last month really threw me for a loop. In order to get myself back on track as an early riser, I’ve been experimenting with different tweaks to my lifestyle, including eliminating processed sugar from my diet, not eating anything within a few hours of bedtime, and going to bed at 9:30 (which means I have to DVR MadMen and Game of Thrones, pure torture). That last one is the hardest. I actually had to put a reminder into my calendar that pops up at bedtime each night and says “GO TO BED RIGHT NOW, OR YOU’LL REGRET IT.”
  • In addition to all this, I’ve set up some outside writing venues for myself. On Saturdays, while my husband watches the baby, I take a few hours in the morning and write in a nearby coffee shop. And on Sunday mornings, I’ve started going next door to write at my neighbor’s house. (More on who she is and the crazy coincidence that brought us together here.) The change of scenery on the weekends really seems to help; I’ve been really productive, to the point where I’m nearly done revising a new story.
  • I’m looking forward to attending the NESCBWI conference this weekend. Will you be there? If so, hope you’ll say hi!


Hello, friends. The past month has been, in a word, WHOA. I’ve really, really enjoyed Skyping with classrooms, and I’ve been doing several visits a week! Last Friday, I did a live, forty-minute, virtual author reading via the fine folks at Qlovi; I’m hoping to have a YouTube video to share with you soon. I’ve been sharing a couple of posts a day about courtesy and manners on Ms. Civilized. Also, my little one is now crawling, and standing, and cruising, and is well on his way to walking, so I have my hands full (of baby).

Plus, there was that whole time change a few weeks ago, which has thrown me for a loop. It’s a lot harder for me to get up in the mornings to write, so every day is a struggle. But I have FOUR projects in the works, and they all need me! Two are my Infamous Ratsos stories (revising one, drafting the other), one is a novel, and one is a currently-indefinable something. I am excited about all of them, which makes it even more painful to hit snooze on that alarm (or even turn the alarm off altogether) in the morning.

Truth be told, I have always been a bit of a snooze-a-holic. In college, I’d drive my roommates crazy with the beeping of my alarm and the subsequent slaps of my hand on the button. But simply setting the alarm later never occurred to me. There’s something about waking up, then giving myself a few extra minutes of relaxation, that feels like the most luxurious, satisfying treat. I once had a conversation about this with my friend Jeff, who passed away last year. He shared my snooze addiction, and he articulated the pleasure of it in his own inimitable style: “Giving myself those extra few minutes of snooze is like a little cherry pie that is fun to eat.”

Do you get up early to write (or otherwise claim some time for yourself)? If so, how do you avoid hitting snooze? Inquiring (and exhausted) minds want to know!


Book Birthday!


Hooray! Today is the pub day of my latest book, No Slurping, No Burping! A Tale of Table Manners!

I haven’t had a book birthday in a while, so today is particularly special. Here’s what I’ll be doing to honor the occasion:

I’m offering free signed bookplates to anyone who buys my book(s)! Just email me your address along with a photo of the book(s) you’ve bought, and I’ll send you the bookplates!

Do you know how to set the table? If not, take a look at my handy place-setting diagram. Print it out, color it in, and stick it on your fridge — you’ll always have a guide handy at dinnertime!

Want me to visit your library or classroom via Skype or FaceTime? I’m available for free 20-minute visits between 1:30-2:30pm EST (i.e. when my little one naps). I’ll read one of my books (you choose) and will answer any and all questions — about writing, table manners, publishing, wrangling a giant baby, et al. Contact me and we’ll work out the details.

If you’re in Little Rhody this weekend, stop by my book launch party at Barrington Books on Sunday, March 9th at 11:30!

Happy reading!

Ms. Civilized


My latest picture book, NO SLURPING, NO BURPING: A Tale of Table Manners, deals with the basic rules of dining with others.

Personally, I don’t care what fork you use, whether or not you extend your pinky when your sip your tea, or if you can fold a napkin into a swan. What I do care about is that we all need to be kind to and respectful of one another, and be grateful to those who feed us and serve us, whether we’re at home or out in the world. I hope that my book can teach kids (of all ages!) how to behave when they’re sharing a meal with those they love.

But I’d like to think I can do more. Maybe it’s because I have a child of my own now, but lately, I feel as if I have an obligation to try a little bit harder to be a good person. To that end, I’ve created a Tumblr account called Ms. Civilized, where I’ll share my thoughts about manners and courtesy, and share some of my favorite images, quotes, and helpful hints on how to move through life with grace. I hope you’ll visit and even spread the word.

Civility is all about being our very best selves, and I think we owe it to each other to strive in whatever ways we can. Even if it just means saying “excuse me” when we squeeze past someone in the grocery store, or looking behind ourselves when we walk through a door to see if we need to hold it for someone else, or taking time at the end of the day to say “thank you” to those who care for us. These little things add up — they add up to a civilized society, and in my opinion, a finer world.

I hope you’ll join me in this effort. We’re all on this journey together. Why not take the high road?

A Valentine’s Offer


Still looking for the perfect Valentine’s Day gift for a special someone? How about a signed book about love, friendship, and careful hugs? Buy a copy of Mr. Prickles: A Quill-Fated Love Story and send me your mailing address and a photo of the receipt — and I’ll send you a signed bookplate, handmade by moi! xoxo

Good Enough

As I continue to get up early each morning for my writing time, and create my daily one-thousand words, one question continues to plague me.

What if I’m good, but not good enough?

I’m haunted by that scene in Mildred Pierce (the miniseries, anyway — I never read the book or saw the original movie), when Veda auditions for the renowned piano teacher. Up to this point, it is a foregone conclusion that she will be a pianist. She has trained for nothing else. Her technique seems flawless, she is focused and fully-engaged. But when she plays for the teacher, he knows what she and her mother do not: that she is good, but will never be great.

What if the same can be said for me, and my writing? What if the one thing I love doing above all others is something at which I will never excel? What if I’m cursed with being just talented enough to have delusions of grandeur, but not talented enough to maintain a successful career?

Of course, I could tell myself, as I often do, that it doesn’t matter. That if I truly love doing something, I should just keep doing it, and not care. But when you’re of a certain age and you have a family and a mortgage and diapers and formula and prescription diet cat food to buy, you need to know if you have the skills to pay the bills.

In Veda’s case, she leaves the piano behind and discovers her greater talent as a singer (and home wrecker). In my case, I don’t have any other hidden extraordinary abilities — well, nothing at which I could make a decent living, and nothing that could get me out of bed in the morning, like writing does.

Do you also wonder if you’re good enough? Have you figured out an answer — or, at least, a way to stop asking the question?


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