Monday, January 26, 2015

A Forest of Writers


As a participant in Julie Hedlund's 12x12 program I had the opportunity to do a guest post on her blog. I wrote about the symbiotic nature of writing as illustrated by the redwood tree. You can see the full article here

With just a few repeats, I've added some things about redwoods, and how they apply to writers, that I didn't add to the original: 

  • Redwood tree roots grow relatively shallow, but they are able to withstand extreme conditions and reach remarkable heights because they intertwine their roots. Writers grow best when intertwined with each other. Be it critique groups, agents, editors, etc., we need each other to reach those impossible heights. 
  • Redwood seeds are about the size of a tomato seed. A lot of people try to break into writing without any background in a writing-related study, but successful writers come from various backgrounds. Even a tiny seed of desire can burst into a towering tree with the right effort and nourishment. And when a beginning writer busting with desire plants his or her roots into the soil, it gives life to the whole forest. 
  • Redwoods can sprout new trees out of fallen ones. Think of all those lousy first drafts that ended up in the bin. Consider them fertilizer for better ideas. No writing, no matter how bad, is wasted. Even bad writing can sprout something monumental, you just have to keep trying.
  • Redwoods contain a lot of tannin in their bark. This allows them to be largely fire, insect and fungal resistant. As a writer you need "tann-acity" (cue the drum roll) to withstand the fires of rejections, bugs of self-doubt and the fungus of bad reviews.
  • Redwoods don't produce resin or pitch, which aids in their fire resistance. Try not to produce pitch, the weepy sap of discouragement or negativity that will make those fires of discouragement burn hotter and longer. And don't throw pitch at others. It just guarantees that you'll get scorched in the process. But if you have been scorched, know that trees survive and even thrive when some of that dross is burned away.
  • Strong redwoods make every redwood strong. One writer's success does not weaken another writer, rather it strengthens the whole system. J.K. Rowling's success created thousands of new opportunities for writers. When we encourage and support growth in others, we strengthen the system that our own roots draw nourishment from. A tall tree isn't competition, it's an arrow showing us the direction our own tree can grow.
Thank you all for strengthening my roots. 



Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Great New Resource for Writers: KidLit411

http://www.kidlit411.com/p/about.html


I'm sneaking in a post about KidLit 411, partly because they're having excellent giveaways, like a bypass-slush-pile submission to Lori Kilkelly of Rodeen Literary (and I get an extra entry for blogging about them), but also because it's a great resource I should have blogged about earlier.

The nutshell version: KidLit 411 is run by Elaine Kiely Kearns and Sylvia Liu with help from lots of other writers as well. It really is the one-stop shop it claims to be. They have resources for every genre of kid lit, a manuscript swap option through their Facebook group, and this week they are running some fabulous articles with incredible giveaways. 

Check them out: http://www.kidlit411.com



Tuesday, January 6, 2015

A New Start

Writing is hard. When I seriously started writing children's books I had no idea how far out of my comfort zone I'd be required reach. 

I'm still not where I want to be. I don't think I ever will be. I will play a level of Candy Crush over and over again until I get three stars. Of course I only play Candy Crush when I'm all done with everything on my to-do list.
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Anyway, the video above is brilliant advice from author, Kristen Lamb. Couldn't wait to share it. 

Have a great week.



Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Happy New Year Wishes for Writers


It's the folding of one year into another and magical just for that. May all your writing dreams take flight. I'll tie up my posts for 2014 with an inspirational quote (below) and video (above). 


"Take a leap of faith and begin this wondrous new year by believing. Believe in yourself. And believe that there is a loving Source - a Sower of Dreams - just waiting to be asked to help you make your dreams come true." -- Sarah Ban Breathnach 

Happy New Year! 



Tuesday, December 16, 2014

A Finalist

by Scott Schiller
I woke up to a nice surprise. My Christmas story for Susanna Leonard Hill's Holiday Writing Contest made it to the finals. I'm thrilled to say the least, but it's not over yet. People can still vote for their favorite of the 12 finalists at Susanna's site: http://susannahill.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-4th-annual-holiday-contest.html

UPDATE: I tied for ninth. Here's the link with the results: http://susannahill.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-2014-holiday-contest-winners.html 


Monday, December 8, 2014

Djiboutian Christmas


It's here! Susanna Leonard Hill's holiday writing contest. The rules are: Write a children's story in which wild weather impacts the holidays in 350 words or less. (Scroll down to skip the info and get straight to the story.)

Although my story is fictional, it is based on plausible events inspired by two of the places we've lived--a city near the Sahara and Djibouti. And no I'm not trying to offend anyone, Djibouti is an actual city in the country of the same name. 



Map of Djibouti

The French occupied Djibouti at one time and still maintain a foreign legion base there, and the U.S. military has its only military base in Africa there as well.

I googled Djibouti and was rather disturbed to find several sites that listed Djibouti's average temperature at 85°F. I suppose that number is possible if the reading was taken from the air-conditioned office of the Minister of Propaganda, but I don't remember a day that felt below 90 °F. 

In fact, it was not uncommon to have temps in the 120s. A temperature reading at the U.S. military base even placed one summer day at 130°F with the humidity factored in. 


Djibouti is hot, barren, and stinky. It's full of sand, feral dogs and goats that climb on cars or into the trees to reach the scruffy foliage that somehow survives in a place that smells and feels like a dryer full of towels washed in low tide. But it does have crystal-clear water (outside the city) and white-sand beaches. 


I frequently heard of wild sandstorms in the Sahara. I never personally experienced any while living near there nor in Djibouti, but as the video at the beginning shows, it can happen. And in my 338-word story, it does:



A Djiboutian Christmas
by Johnell DeWitt

On Christmas Eve the desert wind howled and growled. Beth growled back.

“I want to go to our old home and build a snowman with Nana.”

“Sweetheart,” said Mom. “We can have Christmas in Djibouti too.”

“I hate Djibouti! It’s too hot for snow and too hot for Santa.”

“Santa will find us,” said Mom.

“But what if Santa’s reindeers get hot and can't fly? The only animals here are scruffy goats who climb trees and stinky dogs who live by the ocean. Santa can’t use climbing goats or soggy dogs to fly his sleigh.”

“Santa won’t come at all if you’re not asleep.”

“I don’t care if Santa comes,” huffed Beth. “Even Santa can’t make it snow in the desert!”

Mom sighed and pulled one of two dangling strings. The light went out, but the fan stayed on. 

“Maybe Santa will surprise you.”

Beth grumbled as Mom closed the door, but the whir of the fan and the chick-chick-tap of sand caroled a desert lullaby.

All night the wind howled. All night the sand blew and in the morning…  

Beth’s mom shook her awake.

“I’m waking you up on Christmas Day,” she laughed. “I think Santa heard you. Look out the window.”

Beth pushed aside her curtains. She could barely see her scraggly yard. Drifts of creamy sand frosted the walls like gingerbread icing.

“It’s a desert snow!” Beth squealed. 

Dad held up a box dotted with prancing reindeer. “I think you should open this present first.”

Beth tore the wrapping off a new pail and shovel. She hugged her dad, slipped on her sandals and pushed her way out the door. 

All morning Beth packed pail-loads of sand. All morning she molded and adorned until finally...

“I’m done,” she shouted. “Santa didn’t bring me snow for a snowman, but he did bring me sand for a sandman.”

A baseball-cap-wearing, carrot-nosed sandman grinned at Beth, and the desert wind blew in to say, “Merry Christmas.”

The End




Thursday, December 4, 2014

Weekend Links: Susanna Leonard Hill's Holiday Writing Contest

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As if Halloweensie wasn't fun enough, Susanna Leonard Hill is at it again with her Holiday writing contest. Here are the rules:

Write a children's story in which wild weather impacts the holidays! Your story may be poetry or prose, silly or serious or sweet, religious or not, based on Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or whatever you celebrate, but is not to exceed 350 words. Any kind of weather is fair game.


Good luck and have a great weekend.