So here are a few things that novel writing has taught me (so far) about plot…
From novel #1: Action and motion are not the same as plot. But you can’t have plot without them.
From novel #2: Characters and relationships are not the same as plot. But you can’t have plot without them.
From novel #3: Problems and motivation are not the same as plot. But you can’t have plot without them.
Obviously, there’s is still a lot I don’t know about plot.
Two press releases from last night’s Bengal Bouts boxing match featuring Nicholas Acampora. I think one of these reports is especially good. 
Dateline: February 14, 2013 (NOTRE DAME, IN) – Boxing fans at the University of Notre Dame’s Bengal Bouts witnessed a battle of the ages last night when freshman upstart Nick “THE AX MAN COMETH” Acampora took on 24-year old law student, Chris “Legal Beagle” Hinman. The Beagle bit early and often, but Ax landed several mighty blows. Still, the dogwood would not go down. ”That old man can really move,” admitted the Ax Man who had hoped his background as an award-winning dancer might give him a swift and graceful edge in the ring. On this night, it was not to be so. Despite receiving several strong swats across the nose during round two, the beagle prosecuted the freshman to the fullest extent of the law. Hinmam will face a new Bengal Bouts opponent next week. “I wish him a lot of luck,” said Acampora who must wait till 2014 if he hopes to compete in the ring once again. Asked to prognosticate about his future, the freshman said, “I’ve got a linear algebra test tomorrow.”
From Notre Dame’s student newspaper, The Observer (Feb 13)
def. Nick Acampora.
Experience bested exuberance when law student Chris Hinman defeated freshman Nick Acampora. Hinman’s maturity showed from the opening bell as he darted around the ring, stinging Acampora with quick jabs. The freshman landed some strong blows to Hinman’s head in the second round. But the law student adjusted and punished Acampora with counterattacks in the third round to earn a unanimous decision victory.” by Observer Sports Writers, Thurs. Feb. 13, 2013
My writing group celebrated our 10 year anniversary today! Here’s a little bit of what we’ve made. And this is just the stuff I can show you. There’s lots more on the way!
Random thoughts: Here’s why I loved the The Arcade Fire + Mick Jagger performance of “This Could Be the Last Time” from last season’s SNL season finale:
Today’s NYTimes review of a recent Beach Boys concert had me thinking about Mr. Cunningham, my very awesome high school physics teacher, who also happened to be an international Beach Boys expert. During my St. Paul Catholic High School years, Mr. Cunningham edited and published Add Some Music, “the preeminent Beach Boys fan publication of the late 70s and early 80s.” Sometimes we’d help mimeograph, fold, staple and prep copies of the “zine” for mailing while Mr. C. explained how Beach Boys music fit into the evolution of contemporary popular music, youth culture, American life, the universe and everything. It was not a surprise to me that someone as smart as a physics teacher would obsess about something that seemed so small. I grew up surrounded by accountants and firefighters and engineers like my Dad who could rebuild carburetors in their sleep. Looking back, what shocked me about Mr. Cunningham’s enthusiasm for the Beach Boys was his conviction that this passion had meaning. He made me think that if I could learn everything there was to know about a Brian Wilson song – or anything really – then the rest of the world might make a little more sense too.
There are many lessons Mr. Cunningham taught that I have not carried forward. My son knows better than to ask me for help on his thermodynamics test, and I still electrocute myself a little given too much time with a Van de Graaff generator. But sometimes, I can see a whole wide world just by pressing my face close to a very small glass or an old tinny speaker. I don’t think I would have figured that out on my own.
Bonus feature:
Listen to Don’t Worry Baby: http://grooveshark.com/s/Don+t+Worry+Baby/4iPMeJ?src=5
And then learn a little bit about it: http://www.cabinessence.net/essays/mob9.html
Now and again I hear from aspiring children’s book illustrators who ask if I might introduce them to authors in search of an artists to illustrate a picture book. In most cases, this question lets me know that I’ve just met an illustrator in need of advice. Here’s the thing: for the most part, authors don’t have any say in who gets to illustrate their work. That pleasure belongs to editors. As a result, I have almost no first-hand knowledge about how a person might break into the art part of publishing. Of course, my own ignorance rarely stops me from offering advice so… here are a few thoughts and notes that I’ve gathered from spying on people who seem to know what they’re talking about when it comes to advice for aspiring children’s book illustrators:
Create an online portfolio so that editors, art-directors and others can browse through your work at their convenience.
Network network network. Nobody will visit your online portfolio if they don’t know it’s there.
Join the SCBWI. It’s an excellent organization (I’m a member) that provides awesome opportunities to learn how to succeed at this work. SCBWI meetings and conferences also offer the chance to meet working illustrators, writers, editors, agents and other folks in the publishing world. My local chapter is hosting a “Making Picture Book Conference” in Philadelphia this May.
Be professional. Don’t miss deadlines. You don’t have to wear a business suit for this work, but you need to act and dress and “be” in a way that will inspire confidence in your ability to get the work done.
Be willing to revise. And revise. And revise. And revise…
Know what you like. Folks in the children’s book world are unbelievably committed to making great books for kids. In fact, they LOVE great books for kids. They want to work with people who feel the same way. So when an editor asks who and what you like, what she means is: What children’s books are your favorites? Who are the illustrators and writers that inspire you? I’m guessing that an aspiring illustrator who is in love with Chris Raschka, William Joyce, Kadir Nelson, Peter Sis and/or Shaun Tan will be more interesting than the person who only knows Picasso, Michelangelo, Diane Arbus, and Karel Appel. (Personal note: I think a picture book about Karel Appel would be kind of awesome. His work makes me think of Chris Raschka.)
Finally, and perhaps most importantly, be really good at what you do. Have skills. Grow your talent. Be working all the time so that you’re getting better. If your work isn’t important to you it’s not going to be important to anybody else.
The circus world of people who make books for children is really not that big. The tent is open if you can pull back the flap. Good luck!
I don’t make it a habit to share fan mail, but this is just too awesome to keep to myself…
—– MESSAGE —–
From: Abbey Jones
To: Paul Acampora
Subject: Defining Dulcie.
Dear Mr. Acampora,
Hello! My name is Abbey, and I recently finished your book “Defining Dulcie.” It was a magnificent short read, and I enjoyed it very much. I thought it had an amazing plot line, and I could visualize the setting and characters very well. I am doing a project involving six word memoirs between Dulcie and her mother. However, I was telling my Language Arts teacher about your book, and she is having me email you for some clarifications of specific details of your book.
On page six, Dulcie is remembering a quote from her father. He said that “As far as jones, it’s a slag for avid desire or burning hunger. It’s also the most common, ordinary, and uninteresting name in America.” I would like to know why you say this, because my last name is Jones. My heart broke a little when I read this sentence so early in the book.
My Language Arts teacher, fellow students, and I are also very concerned about a detail you gave in Chapter 12 when Dulcie meets Sister Clare in Maria Stein, Ohio. On page 83, Dulcie states that “If I ever have children, they will not go to public school in Ohio.” I have lived in Ohio my entire life, and plan on staying here for quite awhile. Also, we only live a few counties away from Maria Stein. It’s Possible Dulcie drove through my town while going back home.
Please don’t think I didn’t like your book, Mr. Acampora. I liked it very much. It had an amazing plot line and it was hard for me to put it down. However, I am slightly worried about the fact that my last name is “common, ordinary, and uninteresting,” and that Ohio is not worthy of Dulcie and her children. If you could tell me why you put these opinions in your book and clarify this information, I might understand Dulcie and Co. better. Thank you!
Love,
Abbey JONES.
(:
—– REPLY —–
From: Paul Acampora
To: Abbey Jones
Subject: Re: Defining Dulcie.
Dear Abbey,
Thank you for your really kind note. I’m glad you enjoyed Defining Dulcie. I’ll do my best to answer your questions satisfactorily. Here goes…
Regarding Jones… I wanted to create a character who was lovable and remarkable and also normal. I hoped that her name would capture all those attributes. Dulcie means sweet. Morrigan is a Celtic goddess/queen. And then there is Jones.
Jones is a very common name, which I hope indicated some normalness. But it’s also connected with lots of really interesting people and places and stories. When I picked Dulcie’s last name, I was thinking about folk heroes (Casey Jones) and cartoons (Chuck Jones) and a Counting Crows song called “Mr. Jones” which, according to the band’s lead singer is “… about all the dreams and all the things that make you want to… (do) whatever it is that seizes your heart.” So Jones is excellent and perfect.
The important piece of the Jones sentence on page six is the part about avid desire and burning hunger. These are Dulcie’s driving forces. She is willing to go to great lengths for the people and places that she loves and for things that she thinks are right. At the same time, she’s worried that she is not very special at all. SHE IS WRONG. In some ways, she is not a very reliable narrator because she doesn’t see always see herself very clearly. In retrospect, learning to see herself more clearly is an important part of Dulcie’s story/journey. I wasn’t thinking about that when I wrote it, but I think it makes sense now. Personally, I think that it is not uncommon for teenagers – especially girls – to have difficulty seeing what’s special and good in themselves.
As far as Ohio… Dulcie’s remark is really directed at the unhelpful teenage gas station boy she meets a few pages earlier. Ohio is awesome, and Maria Stein might be her most important stop (unless she stopped in your town, that is!). Also her snarky tone comes at a point in the story when she is very tired and cranky. Speaking as the dad of a high school student, it’s been my experience that tired and cranky teenagers can get that way sometimes.
It’s also important to remember that the opinions expressed in a book are not necessarily the author’s. In this book, those opinions belong to Dulcie, whose world view is shaped by her own knowledge, limits, relationships, personality and experiences. Even though I “made” her, she’s a lot different than me.
So to sum up: Jones is an excellent name. Ohio is awesome. And I sincerely hope this helps your heart mend. Good luck with your school project!
Best wishes,
Paul Acampora
PS If your email is a good example of your writing abilities, then I look forward to reading books by you one day! Thanks again.
A few years ago, Ellen Major, owner of the lovely Booktenders’ Secret Garden Children’s Bookstore in Doylestown PA, phoned me in a panic. It was late on a Friday afternoon. Kate DiCamillo was coming to her store that night. Ellen was worried. She was sure that only 3 or 6 people were going to show up for the event, and she really really didn’t want her store to be empty for a big name author. She asked me to come. Unfortunately, I was extremely sick. But Ellen has been very kind to me, and I very much appreciate it. My wife and kids had other obligations that night so I took twice the recommended dose of three kinds of different cold and flu medications then drove myself to Doylestown.
When I arrived, there were about two hundred people, mostly kids, in a shop that comfortably holds 25. Ellen must have made a lot of phone calls that afternoon. It was a sleety, slushy, freezing winter night so everybody had on wet snow clothes. The temperature in the store shot up to a thousand degrees. I remember humidity dripping down the windows like we were inside a car wash. I think my fever must have spiked. Rob and Lisa Papp, who are friends and local author/illustrators (they’re the ones who put me into Stratego and turned my kids into American Girl characters), propped me up in a corner where I tried to blow my nose into a mitten as quietly as possible while alternating between burning up and freezing to death.
I can barely remember the evening except, near the end, Ellen saw me against the back wall. She knows how much I love Kate DiCamillo’s books. (I actually outline her sentences and paragraphs and chapters to see if I can figure out how they work. I think she has a magical way of weaving words and emotions together that makes her stories sing.) Ellen dragged me into this tiny closet-sized stockroom at the back of her store where Kate was sitting behind a folding card table with a bottle of water. She looked a little disheveled and a bit confused. She’d just signed a gazillion books, and I think this might have been her 47th visit on a hundred-stop cross-country tour. She probably didn’t even know what time zone she was in. Ellen said something like: THIS IS PAUL. THERE ARE A HUNDRED PEOPLE IN LINE AT THE REGISTER. TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES. I’VE GOT TO GO! She rushed off and closed the closet door behind her.
I think Kate DiCamillo and I were in the closet together for about 15 minutes. Here is how I remember our conversation:
Me: Hi.
Her: Hi.
Me: I love your work.
Her: Thank you.
Me:…
Her: Are you okay?
Me (trying not to pass out): …
Her (looking like she’s about to pass out): …
Me: Are you okay?
Her:…
Me:…
Her: Actually, I’m kind of missing home.
Me: Honestly, I’m not in a very good place right now.
Her (and she reached across the card table and patted me on the hand when she said this): You don’t have to be in a good place.
Me:…
Her:…
Me: That was a very Kate DiCamilo thing to say.
Her: That’s because I am Kate DiCamillo.
Me: Right.
Her…
Me: Okay. Bye.
And then I left her in the closet. I even closed the door behind me!!
This might all be a virus and medication-induced hallucination, but I’m pretty sure that it’s at least 90% true because even when I’m healthy, I’m not a good visitor for celebrities. See for yourself: http://paulacampora.com/blog/2006/03/01/why-i-dont-write-much-fiction-about-the-pope/
A few sentences in this NYTimes piece about therapy dogs were so good that they just about made me stop breathing. I copied a few of my favorite lines from the piece and pasted them below. I’ll print them out later and tape them into my notebook.
Some people collect spoons. Some people collect postcards. I collect good sentences.
Added bonus: Here’s a photo of our dog, Skipper. You might recognize him if you’ve read Rachel Spinelli Punched Me in the Face!
From “Wonder Dog” by Melissa Fay Greene (New York Times 2/2/12):
“How could I take care of a dog?…I can’t even take care of myself.”
“All I could see ahead of me was a long, slow death. I started stockpiling morphine.”
“Karen,” the nurse said, “get out of this bed, and let’s go get you a puppy.”
Cool dog. Lucky kid.
She wore him down. He loved her, trusted her judgment and knew she wasn’t going to give up.
You’ve got a kid who’s picking his nose? The dog isn’t thinking, That is gross. He’s thinking, Save one for me!
Chancer didn’t know what he was missing. But his trainers knew. “Chancer,” Dulebohn says, “really needed a boy.”
The big dog lies on top of the boy he loves, and seals him off from the dizzying and incomprehensible world for a while.
Chancer has not cured Iyal.
Beyond cognitive ability or disability, beyond predictions of a bright future or a dismal one, on a field of grass and hard-packed dirt, between the playground and the baseball diamond, you can see them sometimes, the two of them, running, laughing their heads off, sharing a moment of enormous happiness, just a boy and his dog.
