Lawna Mackie

Hi Lawna and Everybody in the Whole World.

Today is the day my book, Wounds, is launched by MuseItUp Publishing. Doing the Happy Dance, here! My MuseItUp book is written for middle graders and is available at:

http://bit.ly/pjSEdC

The major wounds referred to in the title of the book concern 1) the attempt by Craig, the main character, to cut down a large oak tree, and 2) the hurt Craig himself gets while he is wielding the chain saw. But the owner of the tree engages the local arborist to come and work on the tree to see if it can be saved. In addition to the grafting the arborist, Logan Raxter, does, he puts up a room around the lower trunk of the tree. The kids call it an emergency room and paint “ER” in red on the sides and also red crosses. The community come together to raise money for the things Raxter needs, such as a well, heaters, and a water trough. The local youngsters who belong to a club called “Kids for a Better Tomorrow” also take the tree on as a service project. They sponsor a Winter Carnival to raise money and the folks all around come to have fun and donate money for the tree.

Here is an excerpt from the book; The K’BeTs are eager to help and approach Mr. Raxter:

The K’BeTs rushed down the steps and sprinted over to talk to the tree man. “Hi, Mr.

Raxter,” they each said.

“Hello, there, K’BeTs.”

“Mr. Raxter, we want to ask you something,” Shaquan said. “Can we help you with the

tree?”

“What he means is,” Carson said, “we want the tree to be our service project.”

“That is,” Jean said, “if there is anything we can do.”

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do. You were a big help to me after Hurricane Daisy.”

Craig was astounded. That bunch had a lot of nerve. The tree was his project. Who invited them? He hobbled over to the tree.

Mr. Raxter seemed pleased with the offer of help from the club. “We’re going to have extra help, Craig,” he said. “And believe me we’re going to need it.” He didn’t even give Craig a say in the matter. The prospect of working with that bunch of do-gooders put Craig in a glum mood for the rest of the day.

After walking around the tree several times, Mr. Raxter said, “I’ll let you guys know what to do as soon as I figure it out myself. Right now, I need to go to town to get some supplies.”

**************

Craig feels possessive of the tree, but later he allows himself to be drawn into the preparations for the service project.

I started Wounds as an assignment for the Institute of Children’s Literature about five years ago. My instructor was Lisa Wroble. After getting feedback from Lisa, the manuscript went through both of my critique groups, the online one and the SCBWI one here at home. I kept learning through the two edits at Muse; I am a perpetual student who always feels more improvements can be made.

I will give away a PDF copy of Wounds to one of the blog hop lucky commenters at the end of the tour.

Thank you, Lawna, for hosting me on the MuseItUp Publishing Young Authors’ blog hop. I hope everyone will visit my blog, Stories a la Mode, at http://barbarabockman.com for your visit there on September 16.

Today I’m honored to have the opportunity to introduce accomplished author Barbara Ehrentreu, and to have her tell us about her novel If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor. Here’s a little bit about Barbara.

Barbara, a retired teacher with a Masters degree in Reading and Writing K-12 and seventeen years of teaching experience lives with her family in Stamford, Connecticut. When she received her Masters degree she began writing seriously. If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor, Barbara’s first YA novel, being published by MuseItUp Publishing,was inspired by Paula Danziger. Barbara is a NY Literature Examiner for Examiner.com http://Examiner.com/ with several articles for them. Her blog, Barbara’s Meanderings, http://barbaraehrentreu.blogspot.com/, is networked on both Facebook and Blog Catalog. She hosts Red River Writers Live Tales from the Pages on Blog Talk Radio every 4th Thursday. In addition, her children’s story, “The Trouble with Follow the Leader” and an adult story, “Out on a Ledge” are published online She writes book reviews for Authorlink.com http://Authorlink.com/. and several of her reviews have been on Acewriters and Celebrity Café. She is a member of SCBWI. Writing is her life!

First of all, thank you Lawna for inviting me. This is a story of the inspiration for my novel and it was originally published on the Muse Blog.

How I was Inspired to write If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor

The summer of 2002 I enrolled in Writer’s Week at Manhattanville College where I was currently working on my Masters in Reading and Writing. If you have never been to Writer’s Week and live relatively close to the college you should think about it. For an entire week you have workshops both in the morning and the afternoon. You choose your genre and each workshop is headed by a well known author or teacher of writing. Celebrity authors and workshop participants rub shoulders at many activities, including the daily readings of outstanding work from each group.

So the workshop I chose was Children’s Writing led by the delightful, quirky and multi- book author, Paula Danziger. She wrote books for young girls that cut to the very heart of the emotional life of a tween ager. For the pass to get into the class we all needed to write three chapters of a story for children. At the time my daughter, who was going into college in the fall, had some issues with both her body and with eating. Her eating disorder had not gotten out of hand, but it was a problem to both her and me. This was something on my mind and so I created two characters. One had issues with her body image and the other was perfect, but she had an eating disorder. I wrote my three chapters and handed them in to Paula Danziger.

The first day of the workshop she arrived with her signature purple sneakers and her bright red hair and she looked like she had stepped out of a children’s book. But the thing about Paula was how open and friendly she was and how accessible she was to us. We all sat around and she talked with us about writing, for a whole week. During this time she held private conferences and the first time she saw my three chapters her first words to me and the words she wrote on the paper were “Cut, Cut, Cut!!!”  I still have the original papers on which she wrote.Paula believed that children’s books didn’t need long sentences and especially in the beginning of the book, sentences should be short and move the reader to want to learn more. After all of the revisions and editing of my book, I still have a few sentences left that came directly from Paula. She told me that first day that she liked my writing and that I might have a good book in there if I could wade through all the extra words. She even reminded me during workshop discussions that I should cut my words.

About six months later I met Paula at the Winter Conference for SCBWI and we talked about my book. Then a year later, her last conference, I showed her a passage that had given me a lot of trouble. She read it and suggested a few things to do that helped me very much. Her encouragement helped me to continue to write and eventually finish the story. However, I did get bogged down in the middle and that was when I turned to Children’s Authors’ Bootcamp for help. This was two days of constant lecturing and writing where we took apart our stories and examined each part. We learned about character development and plot development and on the second day after having been stumped for both an ending and a clear plot line for my secondary character, Jennifer, I was able to finish the plot and write an ending for my story. Laura Backes and Linda Arms White gave me the tools I needed!!

Paula Danziger, unfortunately, is not here to share in the triumph of the publication of my first novel, but I know if she were she would be doing a happy dance with her red hair wildly flying and her face smiling. She was one of a kind and her support made me feel that someday I too would be able to publish my book. That is why I dedicated my first ever YA novel to Paula Danziger. If you are not familiar with her work you should go to amazon and look up Paula Danziger <http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias=stripbooks&field-keywords=paula+danziger+&x=0&y=0> .

My YA novel, If I Could Be Like Jennifer Taylor, will be published September 16th by MuseItUp Publishing. The information for the book is at the Muse Bookstore <https://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=flypage.tpl&product_id=203&category_id=120&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=1> .You can read more about me and the story on my Author’s page <http://museituppublishing.com/musepub/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=155&Itemid=82> . Also, come over to visit my blog, Barbara’s Meanderings <http://barbaraehrentreu.blogspot.com/> ,  where I am part of the month long MG/YA Blog-A-Thon in September. In addition to my blog I have a monthly show on Blog Talk Radio called RRWL Tales from the Pages <http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2011/06/23/rrwl-tales-from-the-pages> where I get a chance to interview authors, editors and publishers.

Blurb:
Carolyn Samuels is obsessed with the idea of being popular. She is convinced that the only thing keeping her from happiness is her too heavy for fashion body and not being a cheerleader. Hyperventilating when she gets nervous doesn’t help. When she is paired for a math project with the girl who tormented her in middle school, Jennifer Taylor, she is sure it is going to be another year of pain. With Carolyn’s crush on Jennifer’s hunky junior quarterback, Brad her freshman year in high school looks like a rerun of middle school. When Jennifer is the only student who knows why she fell in gym class, Carolyn is blackmailed into doing her math homework in return for Jennifer’s silence. Jennifer takes on Carolyn as a pity project since she can’t be seen with someone who dresses in jeans and sweatshirts. When Jennifer invites Carolyn to spend the night to make her over and teach her to tumble, Carolyn learns Jennifer’s secret and lies to her own friends to cover it up. Will Carolyn become a cheerleader and popular? Does she continue to keep Jennifer’s secret? Or will she be a target of this mean girl again?
Excerpt:
Feeling my old hatred of gym, I glance across the locker room and see Jennifer in red designer shorts and a tight sleeveless shirt to match. She’s standing in front of the only mirror in the room turning back and forth.
Becky and I slide into our loose camp shorts and a T-shirt, and once they’re on, we race onto the gym floor. Always better to be early for gym the first day.  You never knew what kind of teacher you’d have. My athletic ability is zero, so I don’t take chances. Once I was a few minutes late, and the gym teacher in middle school made me run around the gym ten times. It took me the whole gym period.
Becky and I sit on the low seats in the bleachers, but Jennifer and her group saunter into the gym and choose the highest seats avoiding the rest of us. Miss Gaylon, the gym teacher introduces herself and gives us a few minutes until the last stragglers come from the locker room.  For those few minutes, I almost feel comfortable. My breathing returns to normal. I hear giggles from Jennifer and her group, but I ignore it.
“Maybe it won’t be so bad this year, Carolyn.” Becky always tries to cheer me up now. This wasn’t true a few years ago. I had to cheer her up a lot. Becky’s brothers are just turning five, and they’re both in kindergarten. Her mom remarried after being divorced for ten years. Becky was just getting used to her new stepfather when her mom got pregnant. I remember how miserable Becky was the first year of middle school when her mom spent so much time with her twin brothers and didn’t have enough time to help Becky with her homework. Luckily, Becky’s stepfather is a history teacher, so she got very interested in history and current events.
“Right, Becky, and maybe I’ll learn to be a gymnast in ten minutes. Reality check, remember last year?”
“Okay, I’m hoping it won’t be so bad.”
“You mean like the dentist finding you only have one cavity and filling it the same day?”
“You’re so lame, Carolyn. Since we’re all older, maybe she’ll treat us differently. People change over the summer you know.”
“Look at her, Becky.”
Becky turns to look over at the group at the top of the bleachers and then turns back to look me in the eye. “You know you have to put that stupid day behind you.”
I pretend not to know what she’s talking about. “What stupid day?”
Like I don’t remember every detail.
“The zip line day.”
“Oh, that day,” I say with a combination grimace and smile. “The day I wound up having to climb off the platform. I wanted to bore a hole into the ground so I wouldn’t have to walk past them but couldn’t, and everyone screamed at me: ‘Breathe, Carolyn, breathe.’”
“You have to admit it was funny the way the gym teacher ran up the ladder like a squirrel to rescue you. Everyone laughed at how stupid she looked. Jennifer got the whole class going with that ridiculous ‘breathe, Carolyn, breathe.’” Becky looks behind her to Jennifer. “You know I wanted to run over and punch her, but I couldn’t because I was still on the platform, and it was my turn to go.”
“Yeah, if I had a few more minutes, I would have been able to get up the courage to grip the zip line and hook myself to it. Stupid teacher didn’t give me a chance. This not breathing thing when I get nervous really sucks.”
Becky nods because she knows me so well.
“So then Jennifer started with that horrible chant, and of course, the whole class followed her, like always.” My eyes fill with tears as I remember, and my breathing is getting worse by the minute.
“I thought it was a dumb idea to do ropes course stuff in school. We did it at my camp the summer before, and no one was forced to do it. Anyone could get nervous with Jennifer in front of them,” Becky comforts me.
I continue talking as if I’m in a trance. “Remember how last year whenever I ran into Jennifer she would whisper ‘breathe, Carolyn, breathe,’ so no one could hear it except me. Once she did it just before I had to go up in front of the class in math.   Sometimes she would do it in front of everyone and, of course, get a big laugh while I wanted to turn into a piece of furniture.”
Becky grabs my arm.  “Do we have to go back over this again? You need to forget about it.” She takes her hand away from my arm as I continue to speak.
“Becky, I can’t. The thing is it’s this bad movie in my brain looping the same horrible scenes. The funny thing is, most of the time, she would ignore me. I would never know what she was going to do. You have to admire someone so single-minded she managed to get to me at just the right time.
You remember don’t you? And today did you see how she wore the same outfit as me? It’s spooky.”
My funny breathing returns as Miss Gaylon tells us to line up on the yellow line alphabetically. I hope there will be someone to go between Jennifer and me. No luck. Jennifer is going to be behind me all year. I hold my breath. I couldn’t stand more of the same this year. I pray for the day to end soon. A glance at my new watch shows me fifteen more minutes left of the period. Is Miss Gaylon’s voice getting lower?  What is that pounding in my ears?
Jennifer turns to face me, and I hear, “Breathe, Carolyn, breathe.” Then my world turns black.

What a day yesterday was! My fingers were ON FIRE! I’ve almost completed a novella I’m working on and I’m so happy! Can’t say much about it…just stay tuned.

The only bad thing about writing so much in one day is that I spent the whole time in doors…actually I did that by choice. The aphids are so bad at this time of year that I’d complain the whole time any way. They get caught in my hair and in my clothes, then I’d have that creepy crawly feeling all day!

Really it wasn’t all that bad, I had the doors open and the screens helped. It’s wonderful to have such lovely days here in my little town of Didsbury!

Off I go! I have to write…and then I’ve got shopping to do.

Happy Labor Day everyone!

I have butterflies! This weekend in Calgary, August 13^th and 14^th I will be sitting on a couple of author panels at the When Words Collide Conference. http://www.whenwordscollide.org/program.php#panelists I have a bio here!!!! Seems weird to see my name on a program with other distinguished authors.

On Saturday at 4:00 P.M., I will be on a panel called Cross Genre Writing and on Sunday at 12:00 P.M. we be speaking on a panel called Which Door Should I Open (e-publishing, traditional publishing and self publishing).

This is a conference for people who like to read as well as write. It is being hosted at the Best Western, Village Park Inn.

Hopefully someday I will have a bunch of fans coming to see me at events just like this. My fingers are crossed.

This is a great magazine for authors trying to promote their work! I have a two-page advertisement on page 12 & 13 for ENCHANTMENT.

Take a peek, there’s a quick blurb about the book!

My thanks to Suzannah Safi.