This world of children's publishing truly has its ups and downs! But, one thing is for sure: it is REFRESHING to receive a rejection that is NOT written as a form letter. That feeling of "Wow, he really read my work!" is blissful. With that said, I've been plugging away submitting my latest manuscript entitled "Freedom Soup." Here is what the agent had to say:
Thanks for sharing your picture book. You are right that there aren't
any French-Creole picture books.
I do like the color (and the flavor) of your story. But I feel as though
this is more of a short story than a picture book. There isn't enough
action to make this a picture book, which needs illustrations to really
work. And an illustrator needs simple action to portray in pictures.
Too much dialogue can be problematic.
That said, I do think you have a nice tone and some interesting use
of language.
Hope this helps. And thanks again for contacting our agency.
Honestly, I can live with that. Just when I was ready to exhaust this story and move on to the next, I followed one of this agent's key pieces of advice: slash the multitude of dialogue to provide more action. So off I went, trimming and cutting and styling until I can up with a sort of "dialogue-less" (is that a word?) story. So, I thank agents and editors (like this unnamed one above) who take the time to give valuable feedback to improve our craft.
Back to work I go!
Wife, mother, dreamer, teacher, boo-boo kissing, monster-beater....that's basically my life in a nutshell. I'm navigating my way through this roller coaster known as children's publishing and picking up golden nuggets of wisdom at every twist and turn. It's a good thing I like roller coasters!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Book Review: The Farming of Bones
Anyone who knows me well, knows how much I love to
travel—especially to the Dominican Republic. I visit on average twice a year
and if God willing, my husband and I will live out the rest of our days there
once we retire. So when a colleague recommended that I read the
Dominican/Haitian-themed novel, The
Farming of Bones by Edwidge Danticat, I couldn’t resist. A lyrical story
set in 1937 in the most beautiful place on Earth? Sign me up!
From the start, Amabelle, the main character hypnotizes you.
Her story is heart-wrenching; at age 8 she sees her parents drowning to their
untimely death in the Massacre River. Rescued by a wealthy Dominican family,
she is raised alongside their daughter, Valencia, and later becomes her maid.
Years later, Amabelle solidifies her role as an integral part of the family
when she singlehandedly delivers Valencia’s twins. Rafael is named after Generalissimo Trujillo,
the president of Dominican Republic. Much to his family’s approval, his skin is
as white as the Conquistadores traced back to 18 century Spain. Roaslinda,
however, is bronze-toned much to their dismay. Her “dirt behind the ears” skin
is an all too unwelcome reality of how racial mixing can taint the bloodline.
As whispers of racial slaughter float in the Caribbean wind,
Amabelle ignores the rumors. In an effort to “whiten” the population, the
president orders that Haitians are to be massacred by Dominican soldiers and
civilians. They are given a menu of three choices of death: stabbed by the
needle point of the soldiers’ rifles, climb the mountains and fall to their
death into the ocean, or to be butchered with machetes by Dominican civilians.
“Don’t even waste a bullet on them,” it is rumored that the President stated.
It can’t be real, Amabelle brushes it off. Besides, her life’s path is already
set. When her lover, Sebastien, finishes cutting sugar cane in the field at the
end of the season, they will marry and move to Haiti.
But when the rumors surface as reality, Amabelle is forced
to flee the place she’s called home since she was a child and return to Haiti.
In the midst of her escape, Amabelle loses Sebastien. Here, the plot becomes a
perfectly woven battle of self-survival mixed with the search for her true love—wanted
dead or alive. Along the way, Danticat infuses terror in her every written word
as we see the persecution and slaughter of a culture simply because of the
darkness of their skin.
Danticat takes the reader on an emotional rollercoaster. We
follow Amabelle through her joys. We mourn all that she has lost. We suffer
with her as we feel the indescribable pain of thousands dying around her. But
most of all, we applaud Amabelle’s courage in the end to stare in the face of
danger, unflinching and boldly overcoming its infectious grips.
I must admit that when I finished reading the book, I was
overcome with anger. How could this happen in a country that I call my second
home? The same country that embraces me the minute I sink my feet into the
crystal sand?
I am immediately
reminded of Rosa Park’s words, “We must correct the mistakes of our past.” The
Dominican Republic that I know today is not the Dominican Republic of 1937.
Like many countries around the world, it holds an era in history in which I am
sure they seek to correct, learn from, and move forward to propel them in the
right direction.
I am thankful that the Dominican Republic is the beautiful
sea of creams, browns, and blacks that it is today. This is the Dominican
Republic that I know—a place with a dark past, yet with a future that outshines
everything else.
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