Sunday, August 17, 2014

PITCHWARS MENTEE BIO

Hello everyone! I thought it might be fun to jump on board and create my unofficial mentee bio for the very official #PitchWars contest. If you don't know what that is, check it out HERE.

What I read:

MG, MG, MG. Sometimes I'll read a YA if a friend suggests it.
I love historical fiction, re-tellings, fairy tale settings, and contemporary.
I'm not into high fantasy, but enjoy well done magical realism and some urban fantasy.
A recent favorite of mine is ROMEO BLUE by Phoebe Stone.

What I write:

Poetry for children
Picture books, both rhyming and non rhyming
Middle-grade novels (My #Pitchwars entry is a Contemporary, although my current WIP is Historical Fiction)

What I do in my spare (what's that?) time:

Sew. Mostly little girl clothes (especially dresses!) and quilts.
Twirl Baton. I teach weekly lessons to giggly girls who provide inspiration for some of my stories.
Play Guitar. I'm beginner-ish, but playing calms me.

What other randomness you should know about me :

I enjoy trying out funky recipes for dinner.
I've been obsessed with the color purple since childhood.
I am extremely organized, in both real life and my writing process.
I love, love, LOVE anything from the 50's-60's era--seriously, the cars, the music, the fashion, the history.
If I could travel back in time, I would.
I like to laugh. A lot. And I think I'm funny. So do my hubby and mom. Not sure about my kids.
I love rocking chairs, flowers, and brownies.

Why you should pick me:

This is an exact line from my childhood diary: "I don't want to grow up. I want to stay 11 or 12 forever!"
This proved to be true both mentally and physically, as I write stories for middle graders and am not quite 5 feet tall. Yet.

I'm a hard worker. I once climbed inside a commercial pizza oven and scrubbed it clean from the inside out.

And if that doesn't convince you:

I make very delicious baked desserts from scratch, which I love to share. For example . . . caramel covered pear cake, perfect pumpkin pie, delicious danish pastries, and a knock-your-socks-off secret family recipe cheesecake. (Just sayin'.)

You can check out other mentee bio's HERE. 

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Itsy Bitsy Book Review: SPINNING THROUGH THE UNIVERSE by Helen Frost

"When Maria came to my house, crying,
Her lip was bleeding and her
Arm was black and blue."

SPINNING THROUGH THE UNIVERSE, a novel in poems from Room 214, doesn't shy away from tough topics such as abuse, lost pets, fitting in, and death of a loved one. The author approaches each poem with grace and power, sure to move its readers.

The informative section at the end of the book, which may be especially appealing to teachers, showcases and discusses many poetry forms in depth.

Frost's many middle-grade voices are so natural, so strong, a reader might very well mistake this beautiful story for non-fiction.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

CAN'T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE

Here's something you don't know about me:

I have Tourette's Syndrome.

Tourette's Syndrome is a neurological disorder characterized by repetitive, stereotyped, involuntary movements and vocalizations called tics.

If you grew up with me or have ever met me in person, right now you are probably thinking something along the lines of one of these statements:

1.) Good one, Elliah.
2.) I've never seen you do anything that would suggest you have Tourette's Syndrome.
3.) Why didn't you ever tell me?

Well . . .

1.) I'm not joking.
2.) You probably have seen me tic, you just didn't know it.
3.) I didn't tell you because--I didn't know it for certain myself, until last year.

So. As Maria from the abbey once said, "Let's start at the very beginning. A very good place to start."

When I was a toddler, my parents could tell I liked things organized. I used to steal pots and pans from the kitchen cupboards and line them up next to my bed. When my mom wanted to cook something, she'd come looking in my room. They could also tell I was afraid of a lot of things: people/cats/dogs/trick-or-treater's who came to our door. Some of these things are usual toddler behavior and fears, but for me, it was the beginning of my anxiety disorders.

In kindergarten and first grade, I walked up and down the (many) steps leading to my elementary school each morning and afternoon. I'd walk in a specific pattern. If I "messed up" on this pattern, I either went back to the top and started over, or was grumpy for the rest of the day, because life just didn't "feel right".


You see that square building at the top of the hill? Yep, that was my elementary school. I told you there were a LOT of steps. Photo courtesy of Joshua Askeroth.

In 5th grade, things got weird. I'd pull my thumbs down to my wrists over and over until I'd feel a loud crack, and then cry because of the pain. I'd wiggle and scrunch my nose and wonder why it was so itchy? Or why I didn't just use my hand to scratch it? I'd do a strange thing with my neck bones, sort of shifting them around in my throat. I asked my dad about it one day (he's a chiropractor).

Me: Dad, I keep doing this weird popping thing inside my neck.
Dad after examining me: Boy, Elliah, I don't know. Does it hurt?
Me: Yes.
Dad: Well, just try not to do it then.

In high school, things got even weirder. I rolled and widened my eyes, frowned, sucked in exaggerated breaths, tried to shut out the barrage of swear words that played in my head while I was suppose to be thinking about reverent things in church, cleared my throat, re-wrote the same math homework multiple times until it looked "perfect", sat motionless while scary scenes played out in my mind, and randomly flipped people off. At this point in the post, if you went to high school with me, you are probably rolling on the ground laughing, because I am probably one of the last people you'd ever imagine giving the bird to someone. Let me just tell you, it terrified me. Whenever my finger went up, I used my opposite hand to hold my arm down to my side, so no one would see. I also burped--a lot. I didn't know what was going on. I asked my Mom about it one day (Mom's know things about manners).

Me: Mom, I can't stop burping. Burp. Burp. Burp. Burp. See? I don't know what to do.
Mom: You can try to keep your mouth closed while you burp, then it won't be so loud.

In college, a few more things joined my weird list: jerking my arm, twisting my hands, rolling my lips, slamming the side of my ankle onto the floor until it popped, and thrusting my jaw forward until that popped, too. I had a roommate who, whenever she saw me popping any part of my body, would say: Stop that! It isn't good to pop your joints! (Which I already knew, because . . . I'm a chiropractor's daughter.)

So, in short: I've always known I've done weird things. Haha. Silly me. But I never once thought it could be Tourette's Syndrome. To me, TS was crazy people who shouted rude things in public places. I certainly didn't do that. After I was married I saw a few doctors and therapists who diagnosed me with OCD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and ADD. I went through some cognitive behavior therapy. Some of it helped, some of it didn't, but at least I was starting to learn about my brain.

Fast forward to three years ago when my oldest child (then age 8) started doing some of the same weird things I did as a kid. How funny, I thought, She's got my quirky personality. But as months went by, she started doing things I never did, like winking, blinking, squinting, sticking out her tongue, making a hmmm sound, tensing her arms and legs, and flicking her fingers. I researched the internet heavily (because what mom doesn't do internet searches on everything their kid does?) and everything pointed to Tourette's Syndrome.

At first, I was horrified. After all, I still had it in my head that the definition of Tourette's Syndrome was crazy people who shouted rude things in public. But the more I learned about it, the more I realized things were going to be okay. And the next thing I knew, there was a light bulb hovering over my head. What if I'm not just weird? What if I have Tourette's Syndrome, too? What if those strange things I do . . . are tics? 

Not long after that, I saw a neurologist who gave me a definitive diagnosis of Tourette's Syndrome (although by this point I already knew I had it.)

You should know, I am not one to blab my personal biz to just anybody, so I didn't plan on writing up a blog post about my diagnosis, but something the neurologist said at the end of my appointment changed my mind.

Doc: If I were you, I wouldn't go around telling everyone that you have Tourette's Syndrome.
Me: Oh? Why not? If that's what it is?
Doc: Because Tourette's has negative connotations attached to it. It's a very misunderstood disorder.

And here's the thing: He's right.

The words Tourette's Syndrome conjure up preconceived notions in people's minds. Even I used to think of negative things when I heard those words, because I didn't understand. But tell me, if I took my doctor's advice to keep quiet, what good would it do? Everyone would keep being ignorant, keep believing the myths, keep thinking that every case of Tourette's Syndrome looks just like it does in the media.

Well, I'm not taking my doctor's advice. I cannot sit back and watch as autism awareness and breast cancer awareness grow each day (which is a wonderful thing, don't get me wrong) while I do nothing to spread a little awareness and understanding about a disorder that very much affects my life, the lives of each of my children, and the lives of countless others in this world.

In a way I feel like Martin Luther King, Jr. I have a dream that one day those with Tourette's Syndrome can sit in an auditorium, or in a church, or in book club, or in a school, or in a movie theater, or in a restaurant and not only be able to tic away freely without being embarrassed, but those around them will hardly notice or care, because they will be so aware, so understanding about what Tourette's Syndrome really is.

And what is it, really? Here are some quick facts.

*TS is more common than you might think, affecting up to 1-10 in every 1,000 Americans.
*Symptoms can range from mild to severe. I am lucky to be considered a mild/moderate case.
*To be diagnosed with TS, a person must have multiple motor tics and at least one vocal tic for at least one year.
*Only 10% of those with TS have a complex vocal tic called coprolalia (saying swear words out loud). I am lucky to not have this tic, but my heart goes out to those who do.
*The best thing to do when you see someone tic, is ignore it.
*Most people with TS also suffer from co-morbid conditions, such as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Attention Deficit Disorder/ADHD, and Depression. Unfortunately, I have to deal with all of these.
*A little understanding goes a long way.

Friday, May 9, 2014

I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS EXCITED IN YEARS

I am so happy/lucky/excited to announce that I am one of the 2014 Nikki Grimes Scholarship Winners for The Pleasures and Craft of Poetic Techniques writing course.

Seriously, I cannot remember the last time I was this excited. This course is right up my alley and I cannot wait to begin/learn/work hard/write/critique/write some more.

If you want to learn to write in rhyme, this is your chance to learn from some of the best. Even if you do not write in rhyme, all writing can benefit from learning poetic techniques.

So what are you waiting for?

Monday, May 5, 2014

A LEARNING EXPERIENCE

First of all, congratulations to Julie Rowan-Zoch for winning first place in Susanna Hill's First Ever Pretty Much World Famous Illustration Contest. She was one of the illustrators who chose to illustrate a mock cover for my The Jackrabbit who Cried Gila Monster story. She is one ah-mazing illustrator and I know we will be seeing her name on many book covers in the future!

I absolutely loved the cover she came up with for my story. It was super exciting to see an artist's interpretation on a character I created. I do have to admit though, I had a few surprising feelings. Sure I was excited, elated, and giddy (the expected emotions) but I was completely surprised by my realization that I was now "sharing" this character. Yes, I created the little stinker jackrabbit named Torito, but Susanna re-created him in a different, visual way and so, he is now hers as well. And I am okay with that.

It reminded me that the author and the illustrator truly SHARE a story. It becomes both of theirs. It also becomes the agent's, the publisher's, and eventually, each child's who reads it. And that is a good and happy thing.

It's like a marriage: You aren't losing your love, you are sharing it, and therefore gaining many friends!


Monday, April 28, 2014

MOCK PB COVERS FOR MY JACKRABBIT/GILA MONSTER STORY

So, you know my picture book manuscript THE JACKRABBIT WHO CRIED GILA MONSTER that I entered into the Fractured Fairy Tale Contest on Susanna Hill's blog a while ago . . . well, it was one of the top 10 finalists (and today I received in the mail a signed copy of Sudipta Barnhard-Quallen's SNORING BEAUTY as my prize, yay!)

Well, Susanna must love doing contests, because now she is holding a contest for illustrators. And what a nice surprise when I learned that each entry must illustrate a mock cover of one of the finalist stories in the Fractured Fairy Tale Contest.

Four entries chose to illustrate a mock cover of my story. You have to check these out, they are fabulous. Seriously, this has been the funnest thing ever to see an artist's interpretation of one of my stories.
Here are the links to their entries on their blogs:

Teresa Robeson's Entry
Julie Rowan-Zoch's Entry
Laura Miller's Entry
Tiemdow Phumiruk's Entry

Wednesday, April 9, 2014


Hey all,

If you are in the mood for a good chuckle, check out my story TWELVE DAYS OF APRIL FOOL'S on the Utah Children's Writer's Blog today!