Sorry I scavenged through your garbage, kid.

February 14, 2016

I don’t normally scavenge through other people’s garbage, but there was good reason to go through the bags my kid was throwing out: Money.

At $2.70 per bag in our city of Portland, it would cost some $16 to toss the half dozen bags she would put out after a big end-of-summer room cleaning.

I had my doubts that the bags actually contained what we call “garbage-garbage.” In fact, I was pretty sure that many of them were full of things we could put out for free in the recycling bin.

It might have been the boxy shapes clearly showing through the plastic bags that tipped me off. Boxy shapes that were, in fact, empty shoe boxes.

I began routinely going through the bags after these big cleans. Cardboard boxes were broken down and recycled, and schoolbooks (oh, the shame! But at least she was cleaning her room) got returned to the schools. And the notebooks got adopted by me.

Every fall we had dutifully bought notebooks for her classes. And every summer these partially-used notebooks, with varying amounts of perfectly good paper still left inside them, were thrown away. Apparently my kid hadn’t taken to heart her great-grandmother’s saying that, “every piece of paper has two sides,” a motto to live by if I ever heard one, along with my personal favorite, “use it up, wear it out, make it do or do without.”

I was happy to model these mottos by using the old notebooks. While I do much of my writing on the computer, I still like pen and paper for scribbling notes and first drafts.

It seemed especially apt that I should use my kid’s cast-off notebooks to draft my books because in some sense, my books are written for the reader she was.

Even though she had taught herself to read by leafing through picture books, she was a “reluctant reader.” Very few books grabbed her. She wasn’t going to ask for another chapter if the last one hadn’t ended with a darn good reason to turn the page.

Reading aloud to her, I became a better writer. Now I have three novels for elementary school-age readers published, and a fourth in the works.

But soon I’ll need a new source of paper. School is college now. The going-back-to-school room cleanings don’t yield as many garbage bags, and they aren’t filled with paper or cardboard anymore. Once I discovered that the bags were just full of “garbage-garbage,” I stopped going through them. And I guess this should make me happy. She’s recycling! She’s at college!

But as I near the end of the last notebook, I’m feeling sad. Her first name and last initial is on the front cover in permanent marker: Zora K.

I want to say, Thanks, Zora. Thanks for letting me read to you when you were young. Thanks for making me a better writer. Thanks for the treasures you left in unexpected places.

from the Maine Sunday Telegram

 

 


My Latest Crush

October 21, 2015

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I’ve got all the signs. I can’t stop thinking about her. I neglect duties to spend time with her. I stay up past my bedtime to hear what she has to say. Yep, I’ve got it bad: an author crush.

Happily, I’m not crushing on a “debut novelist,” left wondering if she will write another book I like as well but on the well-published Maggie Stiefvater. I’ve only just discovered and sped through “The Raven Boys.” Now I’m beginning the next book in her Raven Cycle, knowing a third is ready and waiting and a fourth will be coming out in the spring of 2016.

A legend of a Welsh king, secrets, dreams, and prophecies are all woven together in Stiefvater’s fast-paced prose. Her equally strong male and female characters—four boys from a private school and a girl from a family of psychics—make this a story that can’t be reduced to a “girl book” or a “boy book,” but simply a great read.


No Fair!

April 8, 2015

crying faceThirty-odd hands waved in the air. They were the hands of Mr. Custeau’s and Ms. Butcher’s fourth-grade class at Hall Elementary, answering my question, “how many of you have seen a toddler crying at the top of their lungs?” Everybody. Next question: “how many have seen a grown-up doing the same thing?” No hands. Because somewhere along the way, we learn not to cry in public.

I write for young readers in-between the wailing toddler and the keeping-it-together adult, for seven to eleven-year-olds who feel deeply that sometimes life just isn’t fair! Because I remember how that felt. If you’ve ever felt that way, too, my books are for you.


Hello To New Readers In China

November 29, 2014

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In Memory Of Gorfman T Frog, now available in Chinese!


Free To Good Home

July 9, 2014

MSBAlogoThe Waffler was selected for this year’s Maine Student Book Award list, and I’m celebrating with a book giveaway. So contact me via email, Facebook message or pony express! The first ten people are winners.


My Writing Buddies

January 13, 2014

women_writersI left Brown University with something precious—a writing group. A quarter century later, we’re still going strong. This is our story.

Photo by Mark Ostow


Thanking All Readers

November 26, 2013

D2729A young reader liked the Thanksgiving dinner chapter in The Waffler. Here is her thank you note, reprinted verbatim.

“Dear Mrs. Donovan, My favorit part was when they all went around the table saying what they were all thankful for. I liked when big A showted that she was thankful for turky! I am thankful you read the book to us. Sincerly, Emily G.”

I am thankful for readers.


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