“Don’t even try out,” the skinny boy said, pushing his bangs out of his eyes. “You don’t have any past experience. Too-bad-so-sad.”
“But I’m good,” Fiona said. “I know I’m good. You won’t regret it, I promise. Just let me prove it. Please?”
“You’re outta luck,” he said while jogging away from her. “Go play with your dolls.”
“So how do I get experience?” she asked, but the boy was already out of ear shot, most likely looking for kids who were lucky enough to have already had experience. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.
Now it was time for Plan B.
Oh, yes. I’m feelin’ in a funk. I’m feeling like, “Will I ever climb out from the crack I’ve slipped through?”–meaning there are very few publishers now who take unsolicited manuscripts and it’s even difficult to find an agent… and do I want an agent? I’m thinking yes, but then… how many agents want to represent an author who writes kindergarten-beginning reader books and picture books?
It’s like… ever since I bought a nice camera, everyone wants to be a photographer. Why is that? I want to publish children’s books and I really think I’m not too bad at writing them. But everyone else seems to feel the same way, like children’s books are easy to write, so let’s all send in our manuscripts and take up room in the slush pile, and overwhelm the editors with handwritten, misspelled, bad-rhyming stories so now they require an agent. Or previously published authors.
Well… I am previously published, but not in the book department. And by previously published— do they mean with “their” publisher?
Oh, so sorry. I’m just feeling a bit discouraged this morning. I put a lot of time into my writing (gladly, I might add) and I’ve spent so much of my time searching for publishers who might accept my manuscripts without agents, and I’ve also been reading up on agents, who are almost as picky as publishers, so it seems.
And though I’m discouraged and ranting a bit, I’m still not giving up. I can’t. It’s part of me. It’s my mission in life… I know it is.
A butterfly loses its way as it migrates to a warmer climate.
This morning the sky is a crisp blue as the leaves on the trees struggle to stay green. The colors seem sharper than usual, like when I edit my photos in Picasa 3. Auto Contrast makes everything appear rich and clearer.
Which makes me think about words. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could use the Auto Contrast option in our writing? Boring paragraphs would suddenly shift to sharp and clear sentences, words that are easy to visualize, easy to absorb, and hard to forget.
But since we don’t have that option, we can learn to sharpen our vocabulary on our own. I’m not talking big words. I’m talking… Descriptive. Visual. Words that open one’s senses to touch, taste, sound, sight, and smells.
If I read about a character eating a cheeseburger, I want to taste that cheeseburger. I want to put my book down and fry up that cheeseburger because the author’s words made me hungry!
If I read about sunshine as it’s raining outside my window, I want to feel that sun on my face. I want to close my eyes and experience the sharp rays of heat on my skin.
That’s what words should do. That’s what writers should strive for. Since we can’t Auto Contrast, we edit. And edit. And edit. Make your words shine.
So guess what I’m going to do this week?
Use the following words to create a story for early readers: