My editor and I disagreed about the epilog to Deadly Wish. She is a very sagacious lady so quite likely she is right and I am wrong, but I have always been fond of this epilog. If you’d like to find out what happened to the pearl with the demon’s soul inside once it ended up in the possession of a sailor from Portugal (thought by Kata to be a demon because who else could smell so bad?), read on!
Read MoreUp ahead, Luys could see the place where the path curved around an ancient chestnut tree. He knew that it would head down a small slope through Jorge Velho’s olive grove, and from there he’d be able to see the lights of his village.
Night was gathering, but Luys didn’t need light to walk this path. Even after five years, his feet knew every stone, every rut, every hollow. And his heart was fuller of joy with every step.

How to portray a woman who did not leave a photograph or a portrait behind her? Her shadow on the wall testifies to both her presence and her absence from much of the historical record.
It’s the Fifth of July (okay, posting a day late), so it’s appropriate to take a moment to be glad–perhaps “satisfied” is a better word–that Monticello, Thomas Jefferson’s planation, has opened a new exhibit to explore and explain the life of Sally Hemings.
What should we call Sally Hemings? Jefferson’s slave? His mistress? His victim? His common-law-wife? His sister-in-law? Mother of his enslaved children?
Or how about simply a woman who had independence in her grasp but gave it up, only to work hard and negotiate skillfully to achieve independence for her children.
Sally Hemings features in my adaptation of Jon Meacham’s biography of Jefferson, Thomas Jefferson: President and Philosopher.
In his farm book, Jefferson recorded the fate of his crops and the details of the lives of his slaves. He coolly noted down the births of his own children with Sally Hemings. These children did not receive the tender care that Patsy’s and Polly’s boys and girls knew from their grandfather. Jefferson was apparently able to think of them as something entirely separate from his cherished life with his white family. “He was not in the habit of showing…fatherly affection to us as children,” said Jefferson’s son Madison Hemings.
She also gets a mention in Secrets of the Seven: The Eagle’s Quill.
Read MoreThis is Karma, sixth month old rescue pup who is doing her best to ensure that I never write another word. Stay tuned for more insights about writing, children’s literature, house training, and chewing the furniture.
Read MoreSometimes we need people to help us look at our own work with new eyes. Children are especially good at this. They don’t come with automatic reverence (assuming that something is good because it’s been published, or won a medal, or been labeled a classic.) And they have that special brand of ruthless honesty, particularly when they are related to us.
This can be a helpful, as when my daughter pointed out to me that all of the people in the illustrations of Imagine a Night are white.
“What?” I said. “No way!”
I grabbed the book. We looked through it together. And of course she was correct. Sixteen illustrations in that book and not a single one of them showed a person with something other than pale skin.
Well, maybe it’s just a coincidence? Maybe the companion books, Imagine a Day and Imagine a Place, show more variety?
Nope. A total of forty-nine pieces of art in all three books, and not a single person with a significant amount of melanin.
My immediate reaction was to explain that this was not my fault. I did not paint the images (the illustrator did that). I did not select them for the book (the editor did that). The book is not narrative or sequential, so I was concentrating hard on each image individually as I wrote the poems that went with them, not thinking as much about the book as a whole.
But I bit those thoughts back. They are true, but they are not particularly relevant here. Because I may not have been able to change the illustrator’s paintbrush or the editor’s choices (I was brought onto this project quite late, after the selections were already made), but I certainly could have done one thing.
I could have noticed.
Imagine a Night was published in 2003. It’s still in print. I’ve read it aloud hundreds of times. I’ve used it in countless school workshops. And I never noticed that there is not a single person of color in the entire book. How could I not have seen?
If all the people in the art had been male, I bet I would have noticed.
My own blind spots continue to amaze and dismay me. Thanks to the people who keep helping me see what I should have seen myself, but did not. I can’t change this book, but I can try to do better in the future. I can try to notice more. And once I’ve noticed, I can try to take action.
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I love this book festival in Belmont, Massachusetts! Always a great crowd of interesting, engaging, talented writers and kids, parents, and teachers who are enthusiastic about books. This year I brought along the Ninja Rope Puzzle to promote Deadly Flowers and Deadly Wish, and watched pair after pair of brave aspiring ninjas try to get themselves untangled. They all made it (eventually!)
I admit it. I play too much Candy Crush on my phone. I think if I took it off the phone, I might get a extra novel completed this year.
But maybe a few mindless computer games are not the worst thing for the creative process. Check out this TED talk to learn about why procrastination may actually be useful.
Read MoreBest question I’ve been asked during a school visit this year: If you were a character in one of your books, which one would you be?
Hmmmmm…. I had to give this some thought. My first reaction was Kata, from Deadly Flowers and Deadly Wish, because who would not want to be a deadly female ninja? But Kata’s life is very difficult. I’m not sure I actually want to live like that. In the end I said Marty, from the Secrets of the Seven series, since she is a) brilliant and b) rich. But after thinking it over, I’m leaning toward Mella from Dragon’s Egg. Because I want my own herd of small pet dragons. Yep.
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