What Have I Been Doing?

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(Above: books by VCFA faculty advisors.)

My poor blog. How I have neglected you! I am whipping through my last two weeks of ‘summer vacation,’ though it’s an atypical vacation because it started in March and ends on July 7 (which happens to be my husband’s and my first anniversary. I’ll be on the other side of America. I’m sad about that part of my new adventure).

What has gobbled my hours so much that I haven’t found time to blog? The answer lurks in many of my posts: I’ve been reading. But not just any books. I’ve been reading books by my advisors at Vermont College of Fine Arts’ Writing for Children and Young Adults program. I want to read at least one book by each faculty member. That’s a total of 21 books.

Here are the ones I’ve read so far:

The Underneath by Kathi Appelt

Everybody Sees the Ants by A.S. King

Shadow Spinner by Susan Fletcher

Hanging on to Max by Margaret Bechard

One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia

My Book of Life by Angel by Martine Leavitt (one of my two first workshop leaders)

And I’m almost done with Tyrell by Coe Booth

Each is splendid in its own wildly different way. These writers, these advisors, stun me with their talent, and I am honored to have the opportunity to work with them these next two years. I purchased another Martine Leavitt book, as well as another Susan Fletcher book, and another A.S. King book and another Kathi Appelt book because I couldn’t find them at the library and I just HAVE to read more of what they’ve written. Today I’m going to the library to get the sequel to One Crazy Summer and a handful of books by other faculty members whose works I have yet to enjoy.

Does reading this many books count as being too busy to write? For me, yes. I’ve also been doing regular-life things, like spend time with my husband, clean the house, play with Bella, cook, exercise, have an awesome graduation weekend with family and friends, and more. And in all this reading and cleaning and laughing, I’ve been taking notes on the two different stories my imagination works on every day, because writing does not take place merely on a word processor: it takes place in the mind first. I thought about And the Blackbirds Mock for a year before I wrote it this past winter. Every writer is different, but that’s how writing works for me.

I urge you to read the books listed above. If you’ve never read Young Adult or Middle Grade books, start with these. They suck you in and amaze you with their talent and creativity and humanity. I’d also love to hear from you–what are you reading? I’m always looking for more books to add to my endless to-read list.

Laura

Today I’m linking up with Kirsten Oliphant at Not (So) Small Stories. Join us! http://kirstenoliphant.com/2014/06/24/small-stories-fourteenth-edition/

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Why I Write for Children and Young Adults

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In the last few weeks I have done something I only dreamed about doing while in undergrad. It’s something I used to do every summer vacation as a girl. It’s something I did every school year, too, something that—during those eight hours—I was not supposed to do. I’ve talked about it before because it’s just as much a part of my life as is eating, breathing, sleeping.

You guessed it: I have been reading. I read myriad books in college, but professors chose them for me and I tried to squeeze a me-book in there most of the time but it took me ages to finish my me-book with all those other books begging for my attention. But in this lull-time between achieving settledness in our new home and flying to Vermont for my first VCFA residency in July, I have done nothing but spend time with my husband, play with my dog, and READ. Here are the books I’ve finished since I completed The Grapes of Wrath on May 14:

Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher

The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster

Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret by Judy Blume

The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson

The One and Only Ivan by Katherine Applegate

The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare

The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle by Avi

The Underneath by Kathi Appelt (A VCFA advisor)

Miracles on Maple Hill by Virginia Sorensen

The Midwife’s Apprentice by Karen Cushman

Sounder by William H. Armstrong

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It’s easy to see a connection between all these books, most of which I loved and some of which I didn’t (but I liked all of them to a degree): they are all children’s, or young adult, books. And the writing and the stories found within them match the quality of the contemporary adult books I have read. People often think that writing for children and young adults is only something writers do before writing real books—books for older people.

That is not the case at all, and authors of children’s and YA books will tell you that faster than you can ask them when they plan to move on to adult book writing. There are writers who do both, but no writer of children’s books thinks of herself as preparing to write an adult book by writing what she loves to write until she’s ‘good enough’ for adult books.

I have great respect for writers of good adult and good children’s/YA books, and I think some people are better suited to write for one audience over the other, but in my lifetime I’ve received patronizing looks when I am either reading a children’s or YA book or talking about writing one.

I read children’s books more than adult books because children’s books first grabbed my hands and whisked me into other characters’ minds and lives and troubles. Those books, like the books I listed above—several of which I read as a kid and re-read now—deepened my love of reading and of life. I write for children because I want to give them that same porthole to wonder that I have clung to through moments of anguish and moments of joy and all the moments in between.

Children’s, and YA books to a lesser but still tangible extent, let the world hope. No matter what happens in these stories, hope ultimately clutches the reader in its soft and earnest arms, and 21-year-old optimist that I am, I love this. And I know there are hundreds, thousands like me out there. They’re the ones who are writing children’s books. They’re 20, 35, 48, 67, 80, maybe even 98. And though life has flung death and illness and sorrow into their faces, they hope.

I read and write children’s books because I refuse to grow up all the way if growing up means believing life is monotonous, difficult, and hamster-wheely. And if I ever publish a book, I will hope there are adult readers out there who refuse to grow up all the way, too. I hope you will hand that book of mine to your daughter, your son, your niece, your nephew, your grandchild, and then I hope you keep one. I hope you tuck yourself into one of those Pinterest reading nooks everyone wishes they had, or at least into a comfy sofa or a lawn chair by a creek or a lake or in your yard, and read that children’s or young adult book. You’re never too old for it.

Laura

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Above: this is the look you get if you interrupt me while I’m reading (taken at eleven or twelve years old). 😉

Today I’m linking up with Kirsten Oliphant at Not So (Small) Stories! Join us: http://kirstenoliphant.com/2014/06/03/small-stories-eleventh-edition/