Thursday, 21 September 2017

Inspiration from afar by Anne Booth

My own children are now in their late teens or early twenties, and I miss daily interactions with little ones. That is one reason why school visits are so great, not only to publicise and sell books I have already written, but just to be in the company of small children and chat and talk to them. I love it when they tell me what they think about friends, or animals, or random other pieces of news which have nothing to do with my presentation but need to be urgently shared! I always come home full of ideas for new books, and a sense of the level I should pitch them at.






But at the moment, I am busy working at home editing some books and writing others to deadlines, and I won't make a school visit for a while. However, I still want to jot down ideas for new picture books, even though I won't be in the company of actual small children very much for a bit. So, in the absence of the actual company of small children, where will I get my new ideas from, and how will I know whether I am getting it right?

I think that most writers of children's books choose to do it because they don't feel that far removed from the child they were anyway, so the first things I can draw on are imagination and memory of things from my or my children's or my husband's or my parents' childhoods. I find I can easily remember the feelings I had when I was 4, or 5, or 6, so that definitely helps.

I can also take a well known (or less well known) fairy tale and play around with it, and tell that child within me, a story.

I can read books, look at magazines and newspapers for inspiration. I can read tweets linking to articles about animals having empathy, for example, and see if I can write a story to illustrate that.

But I was born in 1965, and my children from 1996-1999, so it does help to know a bit about children growing up in 2017. And for this, if I can't get to an actual school or nursery, I find watching them on television can be very helpful. Sometimes it is just reminding me of the obvious - just how small, for example, reception children are and what sort of things they do in their day. I really enjoyed a series on a year or so back about the psychological development of children, and it inspired my picture book 'I want a friend' and two subsequent books which are not yet published. That series was aimed at adults, (the Secret Life of Four Year olds) but today I found  a great series on BBC iplayer  which was made for CBeebies. It is about children starting school and is made for children to watch, but I am so enjoying watching it as a writer. Watching the children on the programme starting school has reminded me of the stages of their development and made it easier for me to imagine stories to tell them.  They are so gorgeous and it really motivates me to write the best books I can for them.

I intend to pop in to my local nursery soon and read some stories out to real children, but until then I am going to enjoy watching Cbeebies' 'Time for School' in my tea breaks - and here is the link if you write picture books or early readers and need a lovely reminder of your readership:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/cbeebies/shows/time-for-school






Wednesday, 20 September 2017

National Gibberish Day - Joan Lennon

Yes, you heard me correctly.  20 September is National Gibberish* Day.  Why?  Who decides these things?  He gnews?  Jet Pum!**  And to celebrate I give you ...

Jabberwocky!

Not just the words, but two performances that make me chortle in joy:



and




So, readers and writers and ABBAers of every description, here's to gibberish - and, if you possibly can, shove some into a conversation today.  Fo jensonsicaxar!  Vaxako Rowis Caxallerr pleud!!*** 


* aka Jibber-Jabber

** Who knows?  Not I!  (translations courtesy of My Big Monkey Gibberish Translator - hours of entertainment!)

*** Be nonsensical!  Make Lewis Carroll proud!


P.S.  I love the way the Muppets drew on John Tenniel's original 1871 illustrations for Jabberwocky - so bizarre - so clever!








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Monday, 18 September 2017

Two sides to every story - by Lu Hersey

There are a lot of classic children's books I never read as a child, many of them American. My mother had an irrational dislike of Americans (always referring to them as 'Yanks'), and all things American. American literature was banned from the house, along with peanut butter and bubblegum. (Fortunately her dislike didn't extend to films - though I never asked why, just in case.)

The ban lasted throughout my childhood, and included reading matter ranging from Charlotte's Web through to the Marvel comics I craved to read as a teenager. I even remember hiding The Great Gatsby under the bedcovers to avoid any possible argument. Over the years I came to understand that her illogical dislike was entirely based on the American assertion that they'd won the war (which of course they had, but my mother seemed to think Churchill did it single handedly). 

Anyway, the book ban is my excuse for never having read The Little House on the Prairie
 until last month. 





Reading classic children's books as an adult is an interesting experience. Immediately I recognise the beauty of the writing, and why the romance of the pioneer lifestyle was - and is - so appealing to readers. The book (and series) is fascinating historically on many levels, as Laura Ingalls Wilder was writing from her own experience. She actually travelled in a covered wagon, just like in the old Westerns, and helped her father build a log cabin (she gives so much detail, you could probably build one yourself once you've read the book). 
 
covered wagon
Laura Ingalls Wilder
But there's an underlying dark side to the story. The attitude to the First Nation peoples, reflective of the time, makes you want to weep. From the outset, when the family build their cabin just three miles into Indian territory (so why build it that side of the boundary in the first place?) to the attitude of their settler neighbours ('the only good Injun is a dead Injun'), your heart aches for the native population, especially when you know what the future holds for them. Even Laura's more positive childish view of them centres mainly on how much she wants to own a real squaw baby in a papoose. 

Yet at the same time, the glimpses we catch of the native population through Laura's eyes are compelling - always describing them as 'naked' when they're obviously wearing something (particularly liked the visit to the house by two silent Indians wearing freshly culled skunk skins - Laura's family think these 'Injuns' don't notice the awful smell, when I strongly suspect they actually had a great sense of humour and did it deliberately). 

Also the Indian camps they visit (only after the tribe has moved on) show how well native people chose sites out of the wind, nestled in havens of wild flowers and surrounded by plenty of animals. In contrast the settlers all built their cabins too close to the creek and ended up with malaria. The story of these pioneer children, in their ridiculous buttoned up clothing and stifling lifestyle (especially the women and girls), makes you yearn to know how the native population saw them.

Laura's buttoned up family

And this is exactly what we find out in The Birchbark House by Louise Erdrich (thanks to SF Said for directing me to this fantastic series of books). Erdrich provides a compelling, beautifully written account of life as a girl in the Ojibwe tribe, living in the Minnesota region in the mid nineteenth century. It's historical fiction, but based on accounts from Erdrich's own Ojibwe family heritage and her experience of living in the lands her family once inhabited. Filled with just as much detail as the Little House on the Prairie, here we see the other side of life in America - that of the original inhabitants. 



From the moment the book starts, with the protagonist, Omakayas, (which translates as Little Frog) being rescued as a baby from a village where everyone has died from smallpox, this is a totally absorbing read. Despite the outside pressures of the white man (chimookoman) coming ever closer into the lives of Omakayas's Ojibwe community, eventually pushing them away from their homelands, the Birchbark House series gives an uplifting and magical account of tribal life, well researched and written from the heart. In Erdrich's own words, her books are 'in the truest sense, labours of love for my characters, my children, my ancestors, and my people.'

If you have to make a choice whether to read Little House on the Prairie or The Birchbark House, I'd strongly recommend the latter - but maybe that's just based on personal preference and a lifelong interest in First Nation culture. 

Your best bet is to read both, and get two sides to a story that was repeated across America. You won't regret it.

Lu Hersey
twitter: @LuWrites
blog: Lu Writes 
Book: Deep Water