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Waiting for the Big Idea? Don’t!
by Ruth Spiro
What do a macramé owl, Celia Chompers, and a town called Fate have in common? Nothing, really, except that they’re all written in my little green notebook.
I’ve always been amused by that iconic light bulb that appears above a cartoon character’s head to symbolize a bright idea; too bad it doesn’t actually happen in real life. (Although, it may be a good thing––imagine the effect on global warming…) When I first started writing, I often sat at my desk, waiting for that moment to occur––the Big Idea. When I tired of waiting, I did something else: Walked the dog, read the newspaper, baked some cookies. I soon noticed it was at those times that “ideas” began to appear.
I’d write these “ideas” on scraps of paper and throw them into my purse. Later, I might find them while digging for the dry cleaning ticket; sometimes, the scraps ended up being used for bubble gum disposal. I needed a notebook.
Every writer should have a notebook. Not one of those fancy, leather-bound ones. You know, the kind that’s so nice, you hate to mess it up by writing in it? No, I recommend the little spiral ones that usually sell for 39¢. And, they’re easy to find in your purse, because the end of the spiral wire is always sticking out, just waiting to jab you. Perfect.
You may be wondering why I’ve put the word “idea” in quotes. (See? Like that.) It’s because the things I write in my notebook are actually “details.” (There, I did it again.) They’re observations, snippets of conversation, or even cool names I notice in the obituaries, like Celia Chompers. (By the way, if any of her relatives are reading this, I’m sorry for your loss.) They don’t have to be full-blown ideas, just the potential for an idea. Takes some of the pressure off, doesn’t it?
Don’t wait around for your Big Idea. Take a walk, buy a notebook and start collecting details. Put them together, take them apart, pick one and just start writing. Oh, and feel free to use the macramé owl. It’s been hanging around for a very long time.
Got any details you’d like to recycle?
Let’s have a Detail Swap.
Leave a detail as a comment below.
Leave a penny, take a penny. You know how that goes.
Ruth Spiro is the author of the award-winning picture book, Lester Fizz, Bubble-Gum Artist. (Reviewed on this blog.) It’s the story of a boy who feels he doesn’t fit in with his family of artists, until he discovers his own unique talent in an unexpected medium––bubble gum! Her articles and essays have appeared in The Writer, FamilyFun, Child, and Chicago Parent, and her stories have also been published in popular anthologies, notably The Right Words at the Right Time, Volume 2, edited by Marlo Thomas, and several Chicken Soup for the Soul titles.
A frequent speaker at schools and conferences, Ruth may be contacted through her web site at www.ruthspiro.com.
What Tara Doesn’t Know…
by Karma Wilson
Shhh…don’t tell Tara, but she’s become one of my biggest inspirations. More specifically, her alphabetical list of 365+ Things Kids Like has become one of my biggest inspirations. In fact, I never would have guessed that a blog entry could become so central to my writing process.
Whenever I sit down to write children’s poetry I have two websites up at all times. One is a rhyming dictionary and the other is Tara’s list.
I scroll down the list and I try to come up with one poem for each item.
For me, when writing poetry, it is often the basic idea that eludes me. Sometimes all I need is a word or a thought and WALA, presto-chango, alakazam—a poem finally makes its way into my befuddled brain matter! I used to ask my kids, “What should I write a poem about?” But now, instead of harassing my “couldn’t care less” tweens and teens I just click open Tara’s list.
Here’s an example of a poem inspired by the first entry…acrobat.
AcroBat
He flies through the air
With greatest of ease
He flies and he doesn’t
need a trapeze!
He dips and darts
through the darkest of night
he doesn’t needs nets
and he doesn’t need lights.
He hangs upside down
for hours, no less.
Who is this gymnast?
Who? Can you guess?
He sees with his sonar
imagine that!
The amazing, stupendous,
Acro Bat!
So, if you’re just desperately thirsty for an idea I’ve found Tara’s list a wellspring of inspiration.
Karma Wilson is the author of more than 20 popular picture books, including Bear Snores On, Baby Cakes, A Frog in the Bog and a new volume of poetry called What’s the Weather Inside?
Karma is generously giving away one of her books as part of PiBoIdMo! (Your choice: Don’t Be Afraid, Little Pip or Mama Always Comes Home.) Please leave a comment to be entered in the drawing. A winner will be randomly picked at the conclusion of our month-long idea extravaganza. Good luck!
So how’s it going today?
This post comes as I’m frantically preparing for 25 guests later this afternoon. I’ve already cooked my grandmother’s homemade tomato sauce (which she called “gravy”), two enormous trays of baked ziti (with fresh ricotta from the Italian grocer), five pounds of chicken marsala, and a cannellini-spinach dip with crostinis. Oh yeah, there’s a cake, too.
I love to cook. I love to eat. I have fond childhood memories of three generations of Italian women in the kitchen. They were graceful to watch, their movements from counter to oven, oven to table. And the table! Covered in stuffed artichokes, fried cauliflower, string bean salad, veal cutlets, meatballs and cannoli.
I get a warm, tingly feeling whenever I think of Sundays at Grandma’s house.
I bet you have those same memories, too, albeit with different foods. Biscuits with milk gravy? Dolmades and baklava? Perogies? Irish soda bread? Empanadas? Pork dumplings?
Yes, start revving up those taste buds. Renee Ting of Shen’s Books would like to share just a few food-inspired picture books with you, those that celebrate dishes from around the world:
(OK, I must read Squeamish About Sushi!)
Books with food as a theme aren’t necessarily about cooking. The Apple Doll by Elisa Kleven features a little girl who makes a dried-apple doll as a way to calm her anxiety over starting school. In Little Pea, Amy Krouse Rosenthal introduces a main character who hates eating candy for dinner and can’t wait until his vegetable dessert.
Grab a fork and a knife and dig in! There’s much to celebrate when food is involved!
So how’s it going today?
THE IDEA BOX
by Susan Taylor Brown
I’m a collector. I can’t go on a walk without finding something I have to pick up and take home with me for my idea box. A stick. A rock. A broken toy. I also have a hard time throwing things away so an item headed for Goodwill might find its way into my idea box. It’s a great way to jumpstart my tired brain. Whenever I find something new or old or interesting, I toss it in the box.
Does something in my idea box jump out at you?
What kind of creature has a purple feather? What would a little kid be carrying around in that black jewelry box? Does that green silk scarf belong to a magician? What would those sunglasses be if they weren’t normal sunglasses? Who lost their yo-yo?
By asking myself questions about things in my prop box I can get my writing motor revved up again.
Whose black gloves are these?
What kid is trying to solve the case of his grandmother’s missing brooch?
I know this is all about PiBoIdMo 2009 and I know you haven’t had a chance to build an idea box of your own yet. But wait. You probably already DO have one. Or even two. If you have a junk drawer where you toss items that don’t have a home, you have a good start on an idea box. Here’s my junk drawer.
Your turn. Go open any drawer in your house right now, junk or otherwise, grab something out of it and then write about it as though it were something entirely different.
What if the box of matches was really a bed for teeny tiny fairies?
What if the string was a rope to help a princess escape from the castle.
What if the ribbon was a rare snake that had been stolen from the zoo?
That’s all it takes. An ordinary object and a question, “What if?”
You get the idea.
Susan Taylor Brown is the author of all sorts of things including:
Hugging the Rock, Verse Novel (Tricycle, 2006)
Oliver’s Must-do List, Picture Book (Boyds Mills Press, 2005)
Robert Smalls Sails to Freedom, Easy Reader (Millbrook, 2006)
Can I Pray With My Eyes Open? Picture Book (Hyperion, 1999)
Enrique Esparza, Boy at the Alamo, Picture Book (Millbrook, forthcoming)
Today for PiBoIdMo, I’d like you to remember a favorite childhood moment.
Well, no, I lied. Sorry ‘bout that. I’m just trying to ease you into things.
What I really want you to do is recall an unfavorite childhood moment.
A time that you were scared.
Shy.
Anxious.
Really wanting your mommy.
Now, turn that situation around. Imagine you have magic powers to leap back in time and make everything better. What did you do? Create a silly scene? Make things disappear? Rewrite your own history?
Many authors have used the childhood creepy-crawlies to create something special instead.
Afraid the boogeyman’s under your bed? Well, don’t be. In I Need My Monster by Amanda Noll, the kid actually likes the creature that dwells beneath his boxspring. When Gabe the monster leaves on a fishing trip, Ethan wonders how he’ll ever get to sleep.
Thunder and lightning scary? Not in Thunder Cake. The grandmother in Patricia Polacco’s story assures her granddaughter that the approaching storm means it’s time to bake a delicious cake. They quickly run around the family farm collecting eggs and milk (and a tomato) to bake a dessert that celebrates the crashes and booms.
Animal phobia? In Susanna Pitzer’s Not Afraid of Dogs, a boy’s bravery in the face of storms, spiders and snakes shrinks away at the sight of a spaniel. But when Daniel’s Aunt leaves her dog Bandit with his family for a week, Daniel learns that dogs have fears, too. Daniel witnesses Bandit trembling during a thunderstorm and his concern for the canine makes him realize that he might like dogs after all.
Teased by others? Trinka Hakes Noble takes a sad situation from her childhood and writes a happy ending in The Orange Shoes. The main character Delly is an artistic girl from a poor family. Delly’s teacher announces a shoebox social to raise funds for art supplies, but Delly doesn’t have shoes, so she is teased. When Delly’s father forgoes buying new tires and instead purchases orange Mary Janes for his daughter, Delly’s classmates stomp on her feet and destroy them. This is where Trinka’s story ends, but Delly’s tale takes off. Delly paints the shoes with a gorgeous pattern, camouflaging the scuffs and scrapes with vines and flowers, winning the highest bid at the shoebox social.
*Sniff, sniff.* (Sorry, I love that story so much, I can’t help but cry when I recount it.)
So let’s think. How can we work childhood’s murkier moments into stories of humor and heart?
Pick a moment.
Relive it.
Now rewrite it.
So how’s it going today?
My #1 tip for PiBoIdMo 2009? Celebrate the Weird Stuff in life. It’s good material for stories.
Late one evening a weird thing happened to me. After my husband and I tucked our kids in, we heard an unexpected knock at the door. I opened it and found a kid standing on my front porch. He was selling newspaper subscriptions in an effort to go to…Cowboy Camp. I looked at this kid with his everywhere hair and thick glasses and uncowboy-like everything and knew I had a story.
Another weird thing happened a few summers ago. I was visiting my sister who, at the time, lived in a gorgeous area outside of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I loved every bit of the trip—except for my early morning wake-up call.
Each day the sun would come up around 4:30AM and the rooster who lived on the nearby farm would let me know it. Each morning my dislike for that rooster grew. And grew. I got to hoping that bird was missing out on a lot of barnyard fun since he had to make sure he was ready to greet the early morning sun in such a loud and enthusiastic way.
Sooo…since I was up anyway…I started brainstorming. What did that rooster miss out on? What had the other animals been up to when he was catching his zzzzzs? Then I knew—a barnyard talent show.
The joke’s on me, though. In Chicken Dance the rooster didn’t sleep through the talent show after all. Instead, he ends up being one of the stars of the story as everyone who partakes in the competition is out for the grand prize—tickets to see Elvis Poultry in Concert: The Final Doodle-Doo.
Not all of my ideas show up at my door or wake me up at 4:30 in the morning. How I wish that were the case! But many of them do begin with Weird Stuff.
Today I want you to brainstorm some of the weird things in your life.
Do you live with a Giant Madagascar Hissing Cockroach? Do you come from an enormous family? Did you grow up on a pig farm? Have you had a strange run-in with a squirrel? With a rhino?
Go on. You know you’re weird, too. Get some paper and let’s celebrate it.
Tammi Sauer is the author of seven picture books (and counting). You can find her online at www.tammisauer.com and www.elvispoultrybooks.com.
Tammi’s Picture Books:
Cowboy Camp (Sterling, 2005)
Chicken Dance (Sterling, 2009)
Mostly Monsterly (S&S, 2010)
Mr. Duck Means Business (S&S, forthcoming)
Princess-in-Training (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, forthcoming)
Oh, Nuts! (Bloomsbury, forthcoming)
Bawk and Roll (Sterling, forthcoming)
We all know them.
Jumbo shrimp. Baby Grand. Awfully good. Soft rock. School food.
Have you ever told them to a kid? Children think they’re hysterical.
And then there’s puns. Every year Lisa Yee holds a title contest, where she asks writers to change one or two letters of an existing title—or rhyme a title—and then create a new storyline. (This year she’s asking for synopses in Six Word Memoir style. This is right up my alley cat.)
Here’s some of my examples from past years:
Peter Tan: A boy who claims he’ll never grow old thwarts his philosophy with an unhealthy tanning bed obsession.
Lorna Boone: A young heiress is nearly murdered for singing one too many verses of “You Light Up My Life.”
National Velveeta: A fourteen-year-old girl wins the Kraft national cheese cook-off.
The Jungle Cook: A young boy’s tasty recipes for didactic anthropomorphic animals.
Silly, huh?
And when’s the last time you saw a kid NOT totally lose it when you said, “underwear”? The phrase “I see Paris, I see France, I see your underpants” has not gone out of style in the past 40 years.
I’m not saying any of these could be real books, but what I am saying is that you should play with familiar words and give them a new twist. Change one letter of a silly phrase and see if you come up with something even more hilarious. Or, grab an oxymoron. Does it make a good title? Would it make a good piece of dialogue? What kind of character would say something like that? In what kind of situation?
There’s lots of words out there waiting for you to play with them. Scramble them up. Tickle them until they tinkle. (Yeah, kids find that funny, too. But if scatological humor ain’t your thing, just move on.)
So, how’s it going today?
[UPDATE: PiBoIdMo 2010 sign-up has begun. Do not sign up on this post. Go to the PiBoIdMo 2010 kick-off post, scroll to the bottom and leave a comment to sign up.]
It’s here! Picture Book Idea Month!
Welcome!
Sharpen those pencils, open a Word document, grab a crayon. It doesn’t matter what you use, what matters is that you get an initial idea down. You might get such a great idea you can’t help but write the story immediately, or you might just record the first entry in this month’s idea file and leave it for a future burst of creativity.
I had so much fun doing this last year, but I was all by myself. I’m happy to have you join me. Four of the ideas from November 2008’s idea file turned into picture book manuscripts and one is out on submission. I expect you to have even better results.
So how is this going to work?
Stop here once a day in November for a new inspirational little tale. We’ll have guest bloggers and giveaways. And at the end of the month, if you’ve collected 30 ideas, you’ll get a PiBoIdMo badge for your blog (based on the logo above by Ryan Hipp) and a special super-secret prize. (You’ve guessed it, “super-secret” is code for “I don’t know what it is yet.”)
Now, get out of your seat.
That’s right.
I advocate butt-in-chair for getting writing done, but now I want you to jump up.
Go lift up that area rug.
Peek underneath.
What would you expect to find there? Footprints, dust bunnies, a penny, a plastic board game piece missing since 2003?
What would you NOT expect to find there?
Now go stand in the far corner of the room.
(Don’t worry, you’re not being punished.)
Turn around and face the room.
Have you ever looked at this room from this angle? Probably not. What’s different about the room?
Now run outside.
(You get a rain check if it’s pouring.)
Stand beneath a clump of trees.
What would a child create out of this little spot? Now imagine this same clump of trees in a different season. Did the child’s creation change?
OK, I hear you breathing hard. You’re tired of running around. And your neighbors are starting to gossip.
I think you get the point.
Change your perspective. Do things differently this month.
If you walk your kids to school every day, take a different path.
If you shop at a particular grocery store, go to a different one.
Start looking at your world from strange new angles.
When we settle into a routine, we take things for granted. The teaspoon you use to stir your morning coffee is just a spoon, but Amy Krouse Rosenthal turned that spoon into the main character of a picture book.
Go sit now.
Open your notebook or Word document.
Write something down—a working title, a character’s name, a location, an unusual object. Something that may someday sprout into a story. You don’t have to write the story now, you just have to file the idea away for another day.
And you don’t have to stop at one idea a day. If you get a non-stop flicker of flashbulb moments, just keep writing.
All month long that idea file will grow. Maybe today’s idea will connect with an idea on November 14th and you’ll start building a plot in your head. Who knows? Anything can happen this month.
That’s the idea.
So, how’s it going?
Hush little baby, don’t say a word.
Mama’s found a book that beats the herd.
It’s got a little dragon and his mum.
She’s finding food for him, and not just crumbs.
A knight, a queen and a magician.
Yes, those folks are good nutrition.
Set to the tune of a sweet lullaby,
That author Boni Ashburn is awfully sly.
Please excuse my forced rhyme here,
Boni’s verse is better, don’t you fear.
In fact, that couplet with “nutrition”
Is the author’s, not my addition.
My three year-old just loves this book,
Hush Little Dragon boasts quite the hook.
So rush right out and grab this title,
Sorry I have nothing to rhyme with title.
Let me repeat just one more time,
Boni’s verses are better than mine.
Hush little baby, don’t say a word.
There’s a Hush sequel and maybe a third?
If Boni keeps writing books like this,
Kids everywhere will have reading bliss.
Hush, Little Dragon
Story by Boni Ashburn
Illustrations by Kelly Murphy
Abrams Books for Young Readers, March 2008
Want it? Sure you do!
Mirror Book by Heidi Swapp
Dear Vanity Press,
Your website stinks.
I can find more books on an archeology dig than on your site.
Your home page caters to would-be authors instead of book buyers.
Listen, I know your business model depends on signing authors rather than selling books, but at least give book selling a try. I’m sure you have some talented authors. Unfortunately, you make buying books a bothersome activity.
For instance, why do you distribute a press release without a direct link to the book you’re announcing?
Why is the search on your home page broken? I entered the exact title but got:
Can’t find what you’re looking for? Learn more about self-publishing by requesting a free publishing guide.
Thanks, but I’m interested in buying a book. You know, those papery, bound things you publish?
And when I do finally locate the book’s page, why is the excerpt always blank?
Do you think someone is going to buy a $31.99 children’s picture book without browsing a few pages first?
I’m here to tell you: no. Frankly, I don’t know any parent who would spend $32 on a picture book. Even Robert Sabuda’s gorgeous feats of pop-up acrobatics cost less.
I would like to support self-published authors, really I would. But you’re making it impossible.
Regretfully,
A Book Lover
Writing for Kids (While Raising Them) 