Archive for May 17, 2011

Justin Fisher . . . Illustrated

The huge success of The Wimpy Kid series was soon followed by a spate of copycat publishing. This kind of “borrowed idea” publishing happens after every bestseller and it’s pointless to complain. But with Wimpy Kid, some publishers seem to have missed the main lesson. So we see countless new books rolled out about dorks and losers, nerds and geeks, whereas I’ve always maintained that a big part of the Wimpy Kid’s success was one of format over content. The books looked great, inviting, funny, accessible. They were illustrated!

I don’t think it’s a mystery: readers, especially reluctant readers, like pictures in their novels. They like the text broken up, with multiple entry points along the way. Witness the line of “illustrated classics,” which have been around only since forever.

We’ve seen it with Captain Underpants. Seen it with the Geronimo Stilton, first published in Italy. But also think of a book like Brian Selznick’s The Invention of Hugo Caberet, which effectively used illustrations to serve and deepen an already sophisticated manuscript. The book was a revelation — but it also taught us something we’ve known for decades. Yes, it’s more expensive to illustrate books, but those illustrations can broaden that book’s appeal. Look at the terrific job Matthew Cordell did with Justin Case, written by the very talented Rachel Vail. My point: A book doesn’t have to be a cliche in order for it be illustrated.

After that, let the number crunchers do the math.

Quick story about copycat publishing. I was at a book convention, long ago, and had the opportunity to hang out with the president of a small publishing company. A friendly guy, he specialized in down-market books. That is, cheap, affordable books that came in at the right price point, undercutting the competition. He had recently made a boatload of money by ripping off the Where’s Waldo books. As we drove in his expensive car, he told me with glee about the exact eureka moment when he had the idea for his successful new series of books. I thought to myself at the time, “Wow, he’s telling me with great pride about the day he got the idea . . . to steal the idea!” It was kind of spectacular, and a publishing moment I’ve never forgotten.

I had once hoped that my book, Justin Fisher Declares War!, would be illustrated. It had a funny main character, school-based adventures, and was written on an easy, accessible level for middle-grade readers. Unfortunately, my publisher did not share my view for this particular book.

Which is why I’m so pleased to share these student illustrations. You see, I just spent an incredibly happy week in State College, PA, visiting five different schools along the way. After one such visit to Corl Street Elementary, I was presented with a gift that included a letter from Sue Harter. She explained that two teachers, Mrs. Evans and Mr. Schmidt, had read the book with their 5th grade classes. Under the guidance of ace librarian, Mrs. Davis, the students summarized key points for each chapter and later, in art class, illustrated favorite scenes.

So my wish came true after all.

I don’t have the names to give credit to all the illustrators . . . but you know who you are. And in truth, it’s the entire effort that I applaud, everyone who participated, thank you. I love your work.

The fateful day in the school cafetorium when a plate of spaghetti came down on Justin’s head.

A little graffiti mischief.

It was a fade in the 50’s . . . and a way to get attention in 5th grade. Oh, and by the way, YUCK.

Butterflies in his belly before taking the stage at the school Talent Show.

I see braces in this kid’s future.

Mr. Tripp, a good sport, shows up with a sock stuffed in his mouth . . . in his colorful boxers.

Thank you, Corl Street Elementary!

Celebrating Three Years of Bloggy Goodness

I’m heading off to deepest, darkest Pennsylvania for a full week’s worth of school visits, five days in a row of me-me-me, so this site will be a Dead Zone for a while. Go ahead and make plans now: spend time with the kids, take up a new hobby, read a book for heaven’s sake.

But first, a moment to mark three blessed years of blogging.

A quick glance at my stats shows that you can basically take the sum total of traffic from the first two years and double it. By May 2010, I had totaled 60,763 visits, 133,425 pageviews, and 43,442 “unique” visitors. But now in May 2011, those numbers are 126,525 visits, 249,072 pageviews, and 98,078 unique visitors. (Nevermind that most of those folks probably landed here by accident and clicked away in horror.)

Over that three-year period, I’ve made 625 posts for a crazy average of 208 per year — each one high-quality, each one providing maximum entertainment for your dollar. I don’t have any further reflections today, since I addressed this recently in my 600th blog post, “The Writing Life.” I’m grateful that you are here. All any writer wants is to be read. But like I said before, I’d probably write it anyway.

This chart shows my monthly visitor totals for the past three years. Obviously, at this pace, I will be ruling the internet within the next 500 years or so. Just need to keep watching my weight and eating right.

Thanks, truly.

When the Video Guys Came Over

Dan and Ernie from Spoken Arts Media stopped by the house last week to film moi in a brief video segment. Spoken Arts creates audio and video adaptations of children’s books, which they sell in DVD form to the educational market. Amid their list of high-quality books and authors (Jan Brett, Patricia Polocco, Eve Bunting, more), Dan and Ernie planned to feature A Pirate’s Guide to First Grade. To make their product, Dan hired a professional actor to read the book, collaborated with illustrator Greg Ruth, and endeavored to film a brief segment with me, in which I’d introduce the book to young readers.

For your reference, here’s the Spoken Arts catalog.

My first instinct, I must admit, was this: “Well, no.” I’m not comfortable with that sort of thing. But I knew I had to do it. So after dodging Dan for a couple of months, we finally set a date. Dan told me that I had to write an introduction to the book, something about myself, the creative process, my inspiration for the book, whatever, and then I’d say it to the camera. No more than two minutes long.

“Can’t I just wing it?” I asked, lazily.

“Um, not a great idea,” Dan told me.

On the day before filming, I sat in the waiting area while my son, Gavin, took his weekly guitar lesson. I grabbed a piece of paper from a stack on the table and jotted down some quick thoughts.

Can you read that? I guess not. It’s upside down. Here’s a closer look at a detail.

Remember, please: This is scribbling on a scrap of paper while my middle schooler plays guitar. Just trying to get some primitive thoughts on paper. Even the handwriting’s pretty rough:

I was alone in my back yard — and yet [not] alone. Because I was living in an imaginative world of my own devising. I was the pitcher with the bases loaded, talking to myself, telling myself stories. It’s when I first learned, I believe, to become a storyteller, and later, a writer.

Here’s another close-up from that messy first draft, or sloppy copy. Almost all of this got chucked except for one sentence (can you guess which one?):

In the end, we are celebrating fictional worlds, the make-believe, the realm of the imagination where all is possible. The world between our ears. The world of books. So it’s important to me to end the book that way, where Red, in effect, trades our fiction for another — the world of make-believe . . . for a book!

Next morning, an hour before Dan & Ernie were scheduled to arrive, I printed out a cleaner, leaner version. Sometimes going to a computer can be a mistake for writers, because the result looks finished. All neat and typed, much more polished than those scratchings on looseleaf. Don’t be fooled by appearances, Dear Writer, there’s still more work to do.

Leaning against the bookshelf, I shared my draft with Dan and Ernie. They listened while I read. Made comments, suggestions. They taught me some things about writing for the camera, and clarified how my piece fit into the overall DVD package. The last line needed to lead directly into the heart of the DVD, which was the book itself. While they twiddled knobs and frowned at window glare, I scurried downstairs to write and print out a revised draft.

The dynamic was interesting, because I was the face, speaking for myself and my book, but I was also working for Spoken Arts. They were the ones investing time and money into this product. So I tried to give Dan and Ernie what they needed, while at the same time stay true to myself (whomever that might be on a random Tuesday).

Quick example: At one point, Ernie suggested that I go with a line that read, “In A Pirate’s Guide, I captured that childhood experience . . . .”

I paused, asked, “Does that sound arrogant? A little presumptuous? I’m not sure I can say that.”

We agreed to change it to, “In A Pirate’s Guide, I tried to capture . . . .”

We filmed using a teleprompter, and Ernie input the text. We continued to edit from one read-through to the next, debating details, noting where I got tripped up, until by the fourth attempt I rendered a  satisfactory complete take.

Watch: The segment begins with my back to the camera. I am typing at the computer, Dan says “Action!,” I swivel in my chair, smile feebly at the camera, and say . . .

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Hi, I’m James Preller, and I wrote the book you’re about to see.

I guess you could say that I’m a professional daydreamer.

I have vivid memories of playing alone as a little boy, the youngest of seven children. I used to fight imaginary villans and create epic battles in my living room, hurling myself into the sofa, throwing mighty left hooks.

Sometimes I’d sprawl out on the floor with my crayons to draw pictures.

Most often, I’d go outside to throw a baseball against a pitch-back, imagining myself as a big league pitcher going against the game’s greatest hitters.

I was alone in my backyard — and yet not alone. Because I was living in a make-believe world of my own creation. I was the pitcher with the bases loaded, the pirate forced to walk the plank, the hero in the darkened alley.

All the while, I was telling myself stories, living in an imaginary world, and learning how to become a storyteller.

In A PIRATE’S GUIDE, I tried to capture that childhood experience, to celebrate the power of the imagination. It is a land of make-believe, a world of fantasy where anything is possible.

It is the world between our ears.

Let us now see how one lad uses his imagination, and discovers treasure, in A PIRATE’S GUIDE TO FIRST GRADE.

The Stack of Books on My Night Table: Summer Reading

Many of us have a big stack of books that we hope to read. Sometimes there’s a plan, often it’s a spur of the moment grab. Here’s some of the titles I currently hope to get to — soon, someday, maybe never.

STORY by Robert McKee — a book on the craft of writing, the dynamics of story.

PAUL IS UNDEAD by Alan Goldsher — the Beatles as flesh-eating zombies, naturally.

LEGENDARY SESSIONS: BOB DYLAN, HIGHWAY 61 REVISITED by Colin Irwin — the great artists always make me want to know more; and alas, with so many of today’s celebrities, we just want to know less. Much, much less. Charlie Sheen, I’m looking at you (and I don’t want to).

CRUDDY by Lynda Barry — found this in a used bookstore. Lynda Barry is completely awesome, I revere her. A true artist.

THE UNNAMED by Joshua Ferris — I enjoyed his previous book, Then We Came to the End.

TO THE LIGHTHOUSE by Virginia Woolf — a classic that has slipped through the cracks. Okay, not cracks. The gaping holes in my education.

HOW TO WRITE YOUR LIFE STORY by Ralph Fletcher — I loved Boy Writers, and really respect this man and all that he works to achieve.

BEST NEW ZOMBIE TALES, VOL. 1 — a collection of stories, old and new, about zombies. I’m kind of maybe looking for inspiration here, ideas. No, I’m not writing a zombie book, exactly.

FREEDOM: A NOVEL by Jonathan Franzen — feels like a mandatory read, a divisive book that people seem to either love or hate. No idea in which camp I’ll be.

LET US NOW PRAISE FAMOUS MEN by James Agee — I just finished A Death in the Family and it blew me away. One of the best things I’ve read. Ever.

SLOB by Ellen Potter — this book just keeps coming up on lists, over and over again. At a certain point, I take that as a sign: Somebody’s trying to tell me something.

SUMMERTIME by J.M. Coetze — it’s been a while since I’ve read anything by Coetze, and this book fell into my hands. We’ll see.

WAR DANCES by Sherman Alexie — curious about this one, the rag-tag format, the voice, the awards.

POINT OMEGA by Don DeLillo — a great writer and a book I didn’t know about until I had it in my hands. I love, love, love a short book!

THE MEMBER OF THE WEDDING by Carson McCullers — another used bookshop buy, a classic I haven’t read yet.

LIFE by Keith Richards — should be a lot of fun, waiting for the right moment. I asked for this for my birthday and . . . got it!

What birthday? The one that happened back on February 1st.