Discovery

It’s finally summer and I’m dreaming of hot sunny days at the beach.

Can you tell?

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I took a break from a commission that has me drawing lots of army tanks to do this piece for Susanna Leonard Hill’s 2nd annual pretty much world famous illustration contest. The theme is DISCOVERY. (You have until the end of the week to enter!) The prizes are great! First place wins Mark Mitchell’s Illustration course – which I did last year. His lessons & critiques really helped move my learning along.

Don’t forget to check out the other entries over at Susanna’s site!

Peer Critiques

This past week at the school, as part of our special project, I talked about critiquing. The students really enjoyed reading each others stories. I gave them this form as a guide for giving feedback, emphasizing the need for kindness and helpfulness.

Guided Critique 

I had them critique one of my stories first. Afterwards, we discussed the experience of giving and receiving feedback. A few weren’t thrilled with their feedback, even though it was kind. This was a great reminder on why being kind is important. I told them it was up to them to decide if they wanted to make any changes. It was great to see that a few did. 

My favourite comment: “I wish I was in your story.” 

On Tuesday we start the art & illustration part of the project. 

March Madness

Well, March break is done & it’s back our regular routine. It didn’t exactly get off to a smooth start though. I slept through my alarm & the youngest was not happy about going back to daycare. Monday’s are rough even when you’re wee.

I’m participating in the March Madness Poetry competition and submitted my entry for Round 1 this afternoon. If you’d like to see how I managed to use megalomaniacal in a poem for kids hop on over there sometime between 8 pm CDT Tuesday March 8 and noon Thursday. Don’t forget to vote for your favourite.

Here’s the latest in my sketchbook:





Revision Prompts & Think Kid Think

52. fireworks IIYesterday, I gave the grade 5 class I’m working with the task of revising their first drafts.

Here’s the prompts they were given:

1. Add a sound to your story (Onomatopoeia – anyone know when they actually learn that term?)

Some of the students already had lots of sounds in their stories, so they were encouraged to consider adding more or to move on to the next prompt:

2. Add an emotion to your story but Show don’t Tell.

We talked a bit about how emotions are evident – how your body physically reacts to the emotion or how you can tell someones emotions by their body language and actions.

I plan to save my other prompt ideas for a final revision:

3. Grammar checklist.

4. Add a sensation or describe how something feels.

5. Add a taste if appropriate to your story.

Some of them were keen to revise and improve their stories. But some of them were reluctant. One even refused (in a very sweet manner).

What prompts do you use for revising?

In other writing news…

I made the selection for the Think Kid Think March Madness Poetry Competition.

I have visions of this being like the time my softball team made it to the provincials. The other teams were filled with incredibly tall slim girls decked out in crisp white ball uniforms. We felt a bit drab in our sweatpants and t-shirts. I still wonder what they fed those girls.

I have a nice selection of kidlit poetry to browse through for prep.

A Special Project

I am very excited to be working on a special project with a class of grade 5 students at a local elementary school. The project is funded by a Fredericton Arts Alliance Grant that brings local artists into schools. I am guiding the students through the writing and illustrating process.  We’ve decided to work on the theme: Tales from the Playground.

The students are very enthusiastic. Last week I introduced myself and had them start thinking about their stories. This week we talked about planning and worked on character development. Their imaginations are very inspiring. I can’t wait to read the final stories.

Happy Holidays!

Christmas celebrations are already well under way in this house. The advent calendars are out, the Christmas music is on, and we have a stack of Christmas (and Hanukkah) stories in our library bag. Nothing like a good story to help set the holiday mood right?

I had so much fun participating in Susanna Hill‘s Halloweensie contest that I decided to enter her Holiday Contest too. The challenge: write a children’s story in which wild weather impacts the holidays. In 350 words or less.  Here is my entry:

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Stranded

Stranded Santa

“Sugar!” muttered Dad. Sam looked up from his book.

“What’s wrong?”

“We’re stuck.” Sam looked out the car window. He couldn’t see anything but white. Every once in a while a large snowflake hit the window.

Dad called Ace Towing on his cell phone. “I see. Ok. Merry Christmas to you too.” But Dad didn’t sound very merry. “Sam,” he groaned, “we’re stranded.”

Stranded? But he still had to decorate the gingerbread house. And wrap Dad’s gift. “But what about Christmas?” Sam whispered.

Dad flipped on the radio. “…A wall of snow coming in off the lake has overwhelmed snowplows, leaving dozens of motorists stranded on Highway…” Dad turned off the radio.

Sam zipped up his coat and put his hat and mittens back on. He thought about their Christmas tree and sparkling decorations. He thought about the stockings that still needed to be hung for Santa. “But how will Santa find me?” Sam asked.

“Santa will leave presents at the house,” sighed Dad. But Sam knew all about Santa. Santa only came if you were sleeping. If you were visiting Grandma for Christmas, Santa would find you there. But Sam wasn’t visiting Grandma. Sam was stranded on Highway 1. Sam needed to tell Santa where he was. But how?

Sam watched the snow. If he weren’t stranded he’d be sipping hot cocoa and checking NORAD’s Santa tracker.

That’s it! He could call the Santa Tracker hotline and ask them to send Santa a message!

After some explaining Sam was on Dad’s phone with Sergeant Bleak at NORAD. Sergeant Bleak said he’d do his best to get Sam’s message to Santa.

Five hours later Sam woke up to a tap, tap, tap on the window. “Santa!” Sam cheered. Dad rolled down the car window. Santa passed them hot chocolate, warm cookies, and two warm blankets wrapped in ribbon.

“Hang tight,” said Santa, “the roads will be clear soon.” Sam waved as Santa disappeared into the falling snow. Then Sam and his Dad snuggled under the blankets, sang Christmas carols, sipped hot cocoa, and nibbled scrumptious cookies until the snowplows arrived.

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I hope you’re feeling warm, cozy, and Christmasy now. (Did you notice the writing on my Santa picture? No that’s not my signature. I jotted down “Carnivores, by Aaron Reynolds” to remind my self to order it on interlibrary loan. I think the littles will love it.)

Don’t forget to stop by Susanna’s blog to check out the other stories!

What’s the Difference?

library.pngWhat’s the difference between an aspiring kidlit author/illustrator and all the other parents at the library?

An aspiring author/illustrator quietly studies new and classic picture books when one kid falls asleep while the other is enjoying Lego Club. (I was trying to keep my stack to sign out somewhat reasonable so the kids could choose a few too.)

I plopped the napping child in the middle of the floor, pretended I didn’t know her, and enjoyed watching the reaction of the other patrons to the random abandoned sleeping child.

Happy Halloweensie!

My 99 word story for Susanna Leonard Hill’s Halloweensie Contest (100 words or less using creak, pumpkin, & broomstick).

At Grandma’s House Last Halloween

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Just in case you didn’t catch the story on the above slideshow:

In her house so old it creaks,
my Grandma has a door that squeaks.
Just past that door and down the hall,
a broomstick hangs up on the wall.
When I stayed the night last Halloween,
branches tapped on the window screen.
I heard a groan and moan from the creaky floor
and a wheeze and sigh from the squeaky door.
I saw a pumpkin moon and a witch on a broom
who waved to me in my cold dark room.
When I ran to find Grandma that spooky night,
I found an empty bed in the glowing light.

Getting out into nature

Bridge

Not the Burton Bridge – despite what I wrote in my sketch book.

I took the kids on a bike ride to the old train bridge and back today.  I wanted a chance to enjoy the fall leaves.  They wanted to get out into nature.  We packed binoculars, snacks, and of course my sketchbook.  My daughter & I took the stairs down the steep slope to the river. Of course my son said “I’m Steve Irwin, I’m going down the dangerous way.”  It wasn’t really dangerous thank goodness, although he’s much braver than me.

I sat down on a rock to sketch the car bridge.  The kids soon tired of throwing rocks into the river and decided to climb the boulders under the train bridge instead.  I was too busy sketching to cringe.  They assured me there was even more to sketch on the other side of the boulders.   On the climb back up to the train bridge, they found a marble amongst the boulders. They were so excited about their “rock climbing” adventure that we had to “high foot five” each other before heading home.

Watercolour-on-the-Go

Today was day one of a watercolour class I signed up for.  Sitting downtown on the green painting the sights was so relaxing.  The time just flew by.

I just love this front porch…

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I ended up painting the view to my right as well.

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I’m looking forward to tomorrow – meeting up at a downtown garden.