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Thursday, August 25, 2016

August

Getting the big box of book babies is always one of the best things in the world!  It is only a few weeks until THIS BOOK IS NOT ABOUT DRAGONS is out in the world and I am so excited. The writing of the books was...well...it was one of the easy ones, to be honest. I had been playing around with the idea of writing a book about a moose (don't ask me why--I think there is something about a moose that is just inherently funny. Maybe it is the word, Moose. Moose. Yeah, it's a little funny.) Well, I was getting nowhere with the moose book. (FYI this was right before a BUNCH of books featuring moose(s) came out. I think many authors got bit by the moose bug at about the same time, but some of us are slower to make stuff happen.) ANYWAY, there I was, trying to write about a moose (who obviously didn't want any part of my story) and I thought, "Well, at least you're trying something new, Shelley. At least there are no dragons in this book."

And that became the working title of my next book:  THERE ARE NO DRAGONS IN THIS BOOK.
The silliness of writing a book about something I was trying NOT to write about must have unclogged a valve in my brain because the writing just flowed. I sent it to my agent and she loved it. She sent it to my editor and she loved it. (Eventually, my editor and I changed the title around a little to THIS BOOK IS NOT ABOUT DRAGONS.) 

And that's the story of the book that I wasn't even trying to write! (But am so glad that I did!!!)

Soon, I am going to introduce you to some of the dragons that are not in the book. That's right, NOT in the book. But until then, here's a little guy I call Fred (I named him for the illustrator, Fred Koehler.) Yes, I know it's a little strange that I am naming all of the dragons, (especially since I didn't draw them) but seeing as they didn't get to be in the book, I thought the least they deserved was a name. 
Fred

More soon!

xo--
hrh

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Preview of Coming Attractions




Coming September, 2016
I cannot wait for you to read this book! (Illustrations by Fred Koehler)



Sunday, May 22, 2016

The Coolness of This Spring



 I've had some super cool experiences this Spring:

I spoke at the COMMERCE LOVES READING Day. What an awesome library!

I gave a keynote speech (Aaron Hartzler gave the other!!!) for YSIG in Ontario.

And I got to see the first hard copy of my new book. Yay!!!


As the semester draws to a close, things are gearing up wildly. Here's hoping for some upcoming uninterrupted writing time. I've got some ideas that are just dying to be written.

hrh

Monday, March 28, 2016

Currently...



Reading:  I've been reading a lot lately since my self-imposed rule that I must read for one half hour first thing every day when I come home from work. I finished reading both Pax by Sara Pennypacker and Kiss of Deception by Mary E. Pearson.   

They were both very different from what I expected. (I don't really know what I expected, but I did love both so very much!)  I think it was that they both surprised me.  I love it when a story does that!

Writing:  I've been writing some animal stories.  I am not sure why I am drawn to this right now, but I am. One story contains a rabbit who is really a girl who lives on a sinking island. Another is about a scrawny one-eyed cat who walks the secret road between the living and the dead. There's graveyards in it, and 1915 London.

And I am still struggling with a picture book about a hippo astronaut.

Eating:  These are so delicious!!:


They are my new favorite snack.

So, that's what is going on around here. Some reading. Some writing. Some eating.

xo--

hrh


Thursday, February 25, 2016

Resolutions

Okay, I know it's February.

Yeah, and I know it's the END of February.

So it seems a little late to be writing about resolutions. And I wasn't going to. Really I wasn't. But then I thought about how much I really like my resolution for this year (notice, resolutioN, no "s") and thought that maybe other people might like it a little bit, too.

So here goes.

For 2016, I resolved to be less wasteful.

That's it.

But it covers a bunch of stuff!!

 I am trying to be less wasteful of food. And money. And especially time.

Time.

That's a biggie. And guess how I am doing it?  By taking on something else, of course!

No, that's not possible. You can't take something else on and then end up saving time!  Impossible!!

But it is possible.

What I have done is promised myself to read everyday--and not right before bedtime. The fact is that I am already so tired by the time that I pull up the covers that I last maybe 2 minutes reading. That's it!!!  Then the book hits me in the face and I am like, "what?"

So now, everyday when I come home from work, BEFORE I open the laptop, I make myself a cuppa tea and I read a book for 1/2 hour.

I cannot tell you how much more wonderful my life is. It was such an easy, simple change. But filling my life with stories is every evening is so much better than letting them hit me in the head at 11 pm.

How does this prevent waste, you might be asking yourself.  Well, I consider it a better use of my time. Thus, better use of time is always less wasteful, true?

So join me!  Put on the kettle and pull up a chair. Pull out a book and let the magic begin.

hrh

Sunday, January 24, 2016

On 20 Years as a Children's Author



I just realized the other day that my first book, PUTTING THE WORLD TO SLEEP, came out in November of 1995. Wow. 20 years ago.

Feeling a little old here.

But with age comes wisdom, right? So I decided to reflect on what I have learned about being a writer and being an author (because they are not always one in the same).

1. Writing life ebbs and flows. There are times when I am on fire with new ideas--I can't write them down fast enough. And then there are times when I slog through a piece of writing, questioning where it is going, wondering if it is even worth it because it is so sloggy.

And then there are times when it is hard to even write at all. :(. I hate when that happens, but the truth is that is does indeed happen. I have learned to trust the process. I have made my peace with the cyclic nature of my muse. Hopefully, when she decides to appear, she will find me sitting at the desk, ready.

2. Author life ebbs and flows, but not in the same way.
This is even harder to accept. But just like your mom always said, you can't be the best at everything all the time. (Okay, maybe your mom didn't say that to you, but it is a pretty good lesson.) There are times as an author when I am a hot commodity. There are times when I cannot visit all of the schools that ask because I am too busy visiting other places. There are times when my twitter pings with congratulations, private messages, and all sorts of authorly banter. There are times when I am in talks with my agent and various editors constantly about author stuff. There are days when the mail brings something wonderful and cool almost every day.

And then there are times when it is quiet. So very quiet. So quiet it is hard not to feel like chopped liver. However, it is difficult for me to create when there is too much bustling about, thus the quiet times, when not a lot is going on for me as an author, are the very best times for me as a writer. Those are the times when I feel like I have nothing to lose--because there is nothing really "happening". And when I can let myself write with that sort of freedom, I am always more pleased with what I produce.

3. There are books that I tried to get published but did not--and I am glad they did not get published.
I don't quite know what else to say about this except that some books stand the test of time, and some do not. There are a couple of manuscripts I have written that, well, upon reading later about the best thing I can say is "meh". I don't want to publish books that make me go "meh." This forces me to make my peace with the fact that not everything I write, not everything I spend a lot of time on, is "good." (However, each piece makes me grow somehow, so there is that.)

4. There are books that I have written that I adore and did not get published.
Who knows? Maybe they will someday. I still love them every time I read them and can't seem to let them go.  Ahead of their time, maybe.  But again, the reality hits that not everybody sees things the same way I do, which brings me to----

5. Not everyone sees things the same way I do.
There are books out there that everyone loves and I just kind of like. And there are books out there that everyone loves and I really do not care for at all. And there are books out there that no one else seems to notice that have changed my life tremendously.

6. Writing does not seem to get easier.
Each book makes me feel like I am starting over again--because I am. Perhaps that is what I love about writing so much--the fresh start with each blank page. The hope that come from the seed of a story as it plants itself in your heart and you don't even know quite what it is yet, but you can feel it start to unfold and take root in your soul. However, just like in real life, a person doesn't really get to go back to high school with the knowledge of a 40 year old and the body of a 17 year old. Every time I face the blank page, it is new. And new is not the same thing as easy.

I'll probably reflect more on this eventually...it's quite something to have survived this industry for 20 years and still be standing.

xo--

hrh

Thursday, December 24, 2015

The Legend of Sleepy Elf

When I was little, one of the thrills of Christmas was decorating the tree. What I loved absolutely best of all was unwrapping each of the decorations, cradling them in my hands, and recalling (or inventing) a story about them. There were the tiny-china-angel-bell and the tiny-china-snowman-with-the-top-hat bell who were best friends. Of course, there were the trinity of fairy angels with their gossamer skirts and netted wings who resided in heaven, which could only be reached by climbing to the very top of the Christmas tree.

And then there was Sleepy Elf.

My sister and I loved Sleepy Elf. LOVED HIM. My little brother probably would have too, if we ever let him hold him. But we were too busy fighting over Sleepy Elf ourselves to ever let him out of our own hands.

 So yes, he became a little bit worse for wear over the years

And his head began to flop over to the side in a not-very-alive sort of way.

When I moved out, I'd always look forward to finding where my mom had chosen to place Sleepy Elf. Personally, I always liked him under the tree, but he found his way into baskets and onto mantles from time to time. When I brought my children to Nana's for the holidays, the first thing they did was search for Sleepy Elf.

And then I moved with my little family to California. The only time we saw Sleepy Elf now was occasionally in the background of Christmas pictures from home.

This year at Thanksgiving, my family traveled back to New Mexico to visit my folks. My mom had decided to pass on many of her Christmas things to her children and grandchildren, so she set up a room displaying all of the ornaments that were looking for new homes. Tiny-china-angel-bell and tiny-china-snowman both found a new home with my daughter Cali.

Sleepy Elf lay there on the table, My daughters nearly squealed (and they are mostly grown up) "Mom! You have to get Sleepy Elf ."

But I had already decided that my gift to my sister would be to let her have him. Maybe I would devise some sort of game and let her win him. Or maybe I'd just claim to be the bigger person (which I was being--haha) and let her have him. We had both loved him so much as children, but I would be willing to be satisfied with my memories.

She was touched. She cradled Sleepy Elf in her hands the way she cradles so many new lives when she brings them into the world as a midwife. Yes, Sleepy Elf was going to a good place.

Imagine my surprise when I opened my Christmas package from my sister and there, wrapped in a Christmas napkin, was Sleepy Elf. No note--because there was nothing to say. I had given him to her, and she now gave him back to me.

That's how it is with love.

You give.

You receive.

hrh