Monday, December 9, 2013

Interview with Author/Illustrator
K.C. Snider and a Giveaway

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By Susan J. Berger
Meet K.C. Snider author/illustrator of the wordless picture book Silence

I met K.C.  in July of 2009. I drove to Santa Maria to meet K.C. and fellow Guardian Angel Publishing author Marilee Crow at their book event at the Santa Barbara County Fair.  I fell in love with KC’s energy and enthusiasm and her book covers. I own several of the forty odd books K.C. illustrated for Guardian Angel Publishing.

We became friends and she introduced me to the wordless picture book, Chalk. It was obvious KC adored the book. Once I read it, so did I. We got into a discussion about the beauty of a story told only in pictures. While at a book signing in St Louis I showed K.C. another wordless picture book (neither of us can remember the title) and said, “You could do that. I bet it would be wonderful.  Why don’t you write one?”
KC turned to her friend and publisher, Lynda Burch and said "If I wrote one, would you publish it?" Lynda replied, "In a red hot minute. It’s taken three years because KC had lots of contracts for illustrations and she had to sandwich this book in.
http://www.amazon.com/Silence-Kc-Snider/dp/1616334371/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1386321873&sr=8-2&keywords=silence+by+kc+sniderSilence was published last month and WOW!
I instantly fell in love with the breathtaking artwork and the story possibilities on each page. I can’t wait to grab a child and let them tell me the story.
I asked KC if I could interview her for the blog. (You will find K.C. on Amazon as both KC and K.C. Snider so I thought I would use both spellings.)

Pen and Ink: When did you become an illustrator? 
K.C.:  I started doing it professionally in 2007.  I studied to become an illustrator at the Eugene School of Arts.

Pen and Ink: How did you learn your craft? 
K.C.:  I took 2 years in commercial art school.  After graduating, I taught Fine Arts for Lane and Linn-Benton Community colleges for 17 years.   I was a Western Fine Artist because illustrating was, and still is, a very difficult field to enter.  I won many fine arts awards and made a good living from selling my work.

Pen and Ink: Who discovered you? 
K.C.:  Mary Kelso, one of Guardian Angel Publishing’s authors, asked me to illustrate a children’s book for her.  We planned to self-publish that first book, The Christmas Angel, when Mary found out about Guardian Angel Publishing and submitted the book.  We were very pleased when it was accepted!  Guardian Angel Publishing was starting out, too, and liked my work.  Lynda Burch began making requests of me to illustrate books from other authors.

Pen and Ink: When you were a child what books influenced you the most? 
K.C.:  I loved the stories my Mom read to me from the Jack and Jill magazines that were written in series format.  There’s no particular book, just the stories from the magazine that caught my attention the most. 

Pen and Ink: You draw fantasy, reality and humor. What kind of things did you like to draw as a child? 
K.C.:  I loved to draw horses and people.  I would spend hours and hours drawing them.

 
 
  










Pen and Ink: The Silence illustrations are in a different style than many of your other illustrations. How do you decide what style you will use to illustrate a book? 
K.C.:  Lynda sends me the manuscript and we discuss it.  It depends on the story.   Some , like Stilts the Stork, would not be the same, would not match the rhythm and rhyme, and would not lend itself to anything other than a over-the-top comic characterization.
Silence, on the other hand, had to be very realistic, almost like a photograph to understand what golden mantels look like and what their real lives are all about.   

Pen and Ink: How long do you work each day? 
K.C.:  I usually spend anywhere from 8-15 hours a day, taking breaks now and then.  I often work until 2am in the morning if a book needs to be back to my publisher, Lynda, by a certain deadline.  I can usually illustrate about 7 children’s books a year at an average of from 10-17 illustrated pages per book.  Silence has 27 illustrations as well as several illustrations within an illustration.

Pen and Ink: What do you surround yourself with in your work area in order to help your concentrate? 
K.C.:  I have music playing to soothe my soul, so it’s not rap or rock.

Pen and Ink: What gave you the idea for Silence? 
K.C.:  My publisher, Lynda Burch.  I wanted to do a wordless book and I didn’t have an idea on how to start.  Lynda had just been to Oregon to visit Crater Lake with me.  My daughter, Julie, worked for the National Parks Service for a time.  Among the three of us, we came up with this story.

Pen and Ink: I love the way some of the pages have inset drawings. Whose idea was that? 
K.C.:  That was my idea. I have done this before with other illustrated books and liked the number of ideas that can be accomplished with multiple pictures per page.

Pen and Ink: Do you have any other works in progress? Can you share a little about them? 
K.C.:  I am illustrating another book for Guardian Angel Publishing titled Angel Feathers by Carole Bloodworth.  It is another “realistic” style story.  There are 6 others waiting for illustrating in 2014. 

Pen and Ink: Would you share an interesting behind-the-scenes story about one of your illustrations? (Or a school visit?)
K.C.: We have been going into the local elementary schools’ fourth grade classes to give a presentation on how to illustrate and write a story. I usually go in tandem with author Kai Strand, also a Guardian Angel Publishing author, and we work together to help the children get started on their own works to enter into the 4th Grade Children’s Writing Contest in the Spring. This is put on by our local Central Oregon Writer’s Group, High Desert Society of the Arts, Deschutes County Library, and our local Rotary Club.

 
Pen and Ink: What well known illustrators do you admire most?  
K.C.: Norman Rockwell, I wanted to be as good as Norman Rockwell and I’m still striving for it.  I love his style and storytelling with his pictures.  All my fine arts work also tell a story in one picture.
Pen and Ink: Have you any advice for illustrators starting out. 
K.C.:  Don’t expect to get rich doing this.  Careers in illustrating are very difficult to enter, and the field is small with lots of competition.  If you are determined, grow your talent to be as versatile as possible both in media and styles.  I am an artist and I love what I do, so I don’t care about getting rich.  Fortunately, my husband encourages and agrees with me.

Pen and Ink: Is there anything else you would like to share with us? 
K.C.:  I’m doing an illustration show December 21st through the end of January at the Multnomah County Central Library in Portland, OR.  I will be there to sign books at the Reception on 12/21/2013.  This is a great book launch for Silence.

Thank you KC for doing this interview. You can visit K.C. at http://www.kcsniderart.com/
KC has graciously agreed to give us a copy of Silence for a contest. To enter, please leave your email address in the comment. It’s truly a beautiful book.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Dispatch 15: I Am Not Dr. Seuss

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by Lupe Fernandez

Whenever I wax gloomy about the prospects of being published, I often hear the legendary tale of Dr. Seuss' first book being rejected 27 times before being published. The tale is meant to encourage the forlorn artist to keep the faith.

Yet, I can't help thinking about other lessor known persons of note who suffered the slings and arrows of rejection before achieving some modicum of fame. Here are a few: 


Norge Polar Expedition
Captain Gustav Norge - Famed Norwegian Explorer
Born in 1870, as a boy Captain Norge hated the water and the snow. He got motion-sickness every time his family went climbing in the mountains above icy fjords. As a young naval officer, Lt. Norge suffered from home-sickness every time his ship left port. His first Arctic Expedition failed due to a leaky boat and contaminated food tins. His second Arctic Expedition failed due to a bad case of gout. It was only in 1919, that his ship The Moose plowed through the summer ice fields and placed Captain Norge within 100 miles of the North Pole. Of course, Admiral Peary had reached the North Pole ten years earlier, but who's quibbling. Captain Norge heroic expedition sealed his name forever in the annuals of guys who voyaged to the North Pole after the first guy.

Thedore  M. Heimline
Theodore M. Heimline - Inventor of the Heimline Maneuver
In 1973, Heimline invented a method to stop hiccups by having the afflicted bark into a paper bag. His son suffered from chronic hiccuping and Heimline trying all manner of remedies to stop the hiccuping, including suspending a bag of water over his son's head and slapping the boy's feet with a cod fish. His great breakthrough of using a paper lunch bag had the potential of catapulting Heimline to great medical fame. Unfortunately, in 1974, Dr. Henry Heimlich perfected the Heimlich Maneuver to great acclaim and Heimline, due to the spelling of his last name, was accused of poaching Dr. Heimlich's success. Heimline intended to change his name, but the great Cootie Outbreak of 1973 at his son's school drained Heimline's finances as his son was accused of having being a Cootie Monster.

Russell Marquez
Russell "Do Over" Marquez - Author of Russell's Guide to Girls
Class of 2011, Russell Marquez began an anonymous blog called "Guide to Girls", explaining to shy and uninitiated freshman how high school girls behave. His blog achieved great success with boys and great notoriety with girls. When a publishing house - who shall remain nameless - approached Russell, still an anonymous blogger, with a book deal consisting of his various blog posts, Russell announced the news on Guide to Girls and revealed his identity. The ensuing legal action by outraged parents, the FCC, the CDC and the PTA scared off the publishing house and Russell was forced to close down his blog as part of a legal settlement. Snippets of his "Guide to Girls" still can be heard in faint whispers among clashing hallway locker and read in code embedded in unicorn images appearing in a random Google search.

Other notables:
  • Mimi Lee Menagerie, circa 1954, creator of the literary genre Southern Punk with the obscure novel "I Got a Case of the Vapors."
  • Rattinus L. Finkius aka Joe Pietra, circa 1929, inventor of the "step car" known today to airline travelers as the step ladder used to disembark passengers on airport tarmacs.
  • Ms. Beatrice Conroy Deveer, circa 1996, technician at Bell Laboratories perfected a device known as the IVD which is implanted into a adolescent female nether regions and administers an electric shock of 20 milliampers at the introduction of the adolescent male verpa. Patent pending.

So the next time I feel pessimistic about my writing career, I ponder the problems of software engineer, Mona "Bumpers" Quintana, who is actively shopping her memoir about her love affair with Sam, a cyber voice service. Ms. Quintana is currently serving 5 to 10 years in Chino State Correction Facility for Women for assault and battery on a Trademark. Ms. Quintana claimed Sam was "stepping out on me with that bitch Siri."

Monday, November 25, 2013

ROOM 517

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By Hilde Garcia
Mom at Company Picnic
Room 517
November 1997
The Week Before Thanksgiving

My mom and I are sitting next to each other talking about the waltz I will dance at my wedding and how my dress would look; our usual conversation on any given day. Except that this wasn’t any given day and this wasn’t any given conversation, for we both knew it was the last conversation of its kind, yet neither of us could admit this.

This is when I began to write. There was a fear inside me that grew every day. What if I forget something she said? Even now, 15 years later, there are gaps in my memory. Intentional or not. It’s hard to say.

My mother was quite a force in my life, sometimes not a good one, but a force nonetheless. Her heart struggled to hold onto old traditions while her brain embraced new ones, even if she was unable to act on them, and I was caught somewhere in the middle. So, I decided to begin writing, just like that. For her. For me. Right there in Room 517.

I wrote a picture book about my first day of school in the U. S. at the age of 5. The book, (which graces the inside of a dark file cabinet and thank goodness) was preachy and didactic, kind of like my mother, but it captured my first vivid memory and trauma.

What is it that gives us this need to chronicle our moments in time? When my mom died 10 days later on Thanksgiving, I was alone in NYC, sitting in St. Patrick’s Cathedral. And the writing, my writing, stopped. Just like that.

I was so numb. I buried myself in my work (I was a theater producer at the time). I thought about writing, but it only happened in my mind as I walked the desolate streets at midnight to catch my train home. I thought so much about writing, I even wrote a play in my head about the events that had transpired in those awful three months from diagnosis to death that claimed my 56 year-old mother. The play would be titled Room 517. It’s been 15 years and I haven’t written a word, but it’s a masterpiece in my head and this post bears the title, so maybe that’s a start. Maybe.

And yet, it’s her death gave me the courage to keep going and not give up on my dreams as she had on so many of hers. I’ve since written a novel and a darn good one which is not being hidden in a cabinet, although it’s been rejected once or twice and still needs revision, but it has seen the light of day and my mother plays prominently in it.

Christmas Eve Dinner in Our First House
There was something she left behind when she died, a gateway to pain, to loss, to what happens when you’re alone. It taught me appreciate every minute I am alive and everything I am blessed with, like my husband, my children who keep me honest and hold me dear, my amazing friends who admire my love for people and for what I do- teach, write, act, bake- they love my chocolate chip cookies! But most importantly, I am blessed with good health, as are my husband and children, which is priceless.

My mom would say almost daily, without your health, not even the wealthiest can embrace life; you are without value. Memories fuel my writing- capturing these stories from my upbringing that need a voice, stories that need me to tell them to the world.

That’s the most essential thing we do as writers, speak for those who can’t. Bring to life the stories that matter. Inspire someone not to quit, or give them something to embrace. We are the vessels. And while this is important to everyone and for everyone, it really matters most to children for it is they who find their path through the voices we create.

How many times did I sleep with Anne of Green Gables under my pillow, holding her like a dear friend, a bosom friend who understood me? I re-read it after my mother’s death felling Anne’s pain in losing Matthew just as deeply as I was feeling my mother’s.

And I struggle to find time to write in the sea of teaching students, raising kids and endless laundry. I’m so busy inspiring them to reach for their goals; I forget to reach for my own. And then I remember my mother’s words, one of the last things she said to me.

“Don’t forget to keep going, don’t stop for me.” This was so uncharacteristic of her, who preferred to keep me sheltered.  I think that’s why it stays with me even after all these years. This, said to me on her hospital bed that day in Room 517, has never let go of my heart. I was ready to stop, to give up because even though our relationship was anything but smooth, it was a strong bond, deep and twisted (hopefully like the plot in my novel).

Family and In-Laws
So for my mom and all our moments of grief that lead to avenues of inspiration, “Don’t forget to keep going, don’t stop for me.”

During this Thanksgiving and holiday season, hug your loved ones a little tighter, grip your pencil a little lighter so the words just flow onto your paper and give the world the gift of your stories.

“Don’t stop for anyone,” she would if she was here now.

Don’t you.

Happy writing.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Happiness to you and yours.

Hilde Garcia and the Pen and Ink Blog.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Update from NaNoWriMo
The Pep Talks

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By Susan J Berger

Yes I am doing it again. The absolutely insane world of trying to write a first draft in a month.

And one of the things that keeps me going, particularly after I have slogged through some swampy part of the manuscript sinking in the terribleness of my plot-less prose, are the Pep Talks

Right now I am beginning week three and these talks tell me I am not alone. Some of the writers whose work I most admire have been where I am right now.

The Pep Talks are wonderful things to read when you need a bit of encouragement. Here are a few of my favorites.

On each of the talks you will find links to their websites and books.

Tamora Pierce




 

 

 

 

                          Neil Gaiman

 





Gail Carson Levine

           

 

John Green

http://www.amazon.com/Princess-Diaries-Meg-Cabot-ebook/dp/B000FC13EU/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1384667547&sr=1-1&keywords=the+princess+diaries+book

  Meg Cabot


   


  Wendy Mass









There are many, many, more. Happy writing.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Dispatch 14: Fragile Memory

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by Lupe Fernandez

"We were watching TV in her house," my mother tells me about one of her sisters, "and then she stood up and said, 'This isn't my house.' What are all my things doing here? Who moved my pictures and my clothes? I want to go home."

My mother's sister storms out of the impostor house.

"Let me go with you," my mother follows her sister out into the dark street. Her sister walks down the sidewalk, stops and looks around. She spots a house down the block with the lights on. "That's my house. What are those people doing in my house?"

My mother doesn't want her sister intruding on someone else's home. "Why don't we wait in the house?" My mother gestures to her sister's house. "We don't know how long those people will be in there. We can wait until they leave."

Her sister reluctantly agrees. My mother and her sister return to the impostor house and sit down to watch TV. After a while, her sister looks around the living room and mutters "Hmmm..." She doesn't mention her stolen house for the rest of the night.

My mother's sister suffered from diabetes complicated by the onset of dementia.

The fragility of memory.

What separates my memories from impostor memories? What is the barrier between the known and a lost world? Three pounds of gray matter surrounded by cranial fluid and encased in a calcium skull. Synapses firing in the soft tissue. Chemical electricity transmitting molecules. That one is my first day of kindergarten. This one is my first kiss. And the bundle of neurons here is the house I live in.

Will the day come when I mistake this house for an impostor house? How thin is the divide between this world and another?

I have a reoccurring dream where I am at college, but I don't know where my next class is. A class project is due, but I can't remember what the project was. I can't even remember what the class was called. I wake up in a panic, believing I've got to get to school fast. Then I remember, I graduated college over two decades ago. I don't have to go to school anymore. For less than thirty seconds, the dream is reality and today is a dream. Is that what it is like to slip into the world of confusion? I am surging with anxiety for less than a minute. What if I am lost in a porous remembrance for days? Years?

What's it like to live in the twilight of today and yesterday? Will I know the difference? Perhaps, I'll be too scared and fight back with hostility and denial.

When I write I immerse myself in the world of the manuscripts. I run across the hot asphalt of Burbank Elementary school. I taste coppery-metallic blood in my mouth after falling out of a Mexican sky. I hear police helicopters prowling the streets of downtown Los Angeles. I feel nausea tumbling "weightless" in a rocket bound for a new planet.

I come back to chair under my butt and a keyboard on my lap when I need to edit. Perhaps one day, I won't return.

Just for today, I remember this blog, this post, this sentence.