Melissa Johnston Miles

Mom, author, nurse, teacher . . . reading the world around me

What Does it Mean When a Book Dies on Submission?

Y’all, this one is a tough one to write. If you’re an author, you understand better than most that some books are truly the story of your heart. For me, A WORD FOR HOME was that story–loosely based my experience of exploring kinship guardianship for of one of my students while teaching fourth grade. It was written in verse, thanks to the encouragement of my amazing critique partner, Reem Faruqi. To this day, I still think it works beautifully as a verse novel.

I finished the draft and incorporated Reem’s feedback. Then, I read it to my mom. I sat in the recliner beside her and read the whole book in one day. When I was done, she said, “That’s my favorite of everything you’ve written so far. Please send it to an agent.” Very shortly after that day, Mom passed away. She’d been at the end of a long battle with Parkinson’s.

When my wonderful agent, Kristen Terrette, offered me representation just weeks later, we were both excited and hopeful that this novel would find a home. We sent it as an exclusive to my absolute “shoot for the stars” editor, who read it quickly and replied that, as much as she liked it, it was too similar to a book she was currently working on. Okay, no worries; we’d send it out to other editors. This was in mid-2023. Over the course of 18 months, the book won over editors–but not the sales and marketing teams who are tasked with betting on the best potential money makers.

Each time an editor loved it, I’d get my hopes up. As much as my brain said, “manage your expectations,” my heart cried out, “this is going to be the one!” While waiting to hear back about the acquisitions meeting, I’d go to the publisher’s website, browse the catalog, admire the book covers and descriptions, and imagine my book listed there alongside the others. Only to be completely bummed when they got a “no” from the sales team.

At this point, I considered the manuscript dead on submission. For those outside the publishing world, this means that your agent has sent a manuscript to the editors deemed a good fit for the project without receiving any offers of publication. And yes, it feels about as crappy as you’d imagine.

However, in June of 2025, Brittany Willis at Moon + Bird, which was the third publisher to pass on A WORD FOR HOME after going to acquisitions with it, emailed us to ask if we had anything more plot-driven, aka commercial. It just so happened, I did! I’d written a manuscript called CAUGHT ON CAMERA. This, too, was based on an experience I had teaching fourth grade. We sent it to Brittany and waited to see if she liked this book as much as my verse novel.

In the meantime, the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) picked CAUGHT ON CAMERA as the winner of the Work in Progress Award in the Middle Grade Category. If nothing else, this was a big boost to my confidence and meant that my work would be featured in a showcase at their conference in NYC in early 2026.

Me at the Writing Showcase during the SCBWI Winter Conference in NYC

When we heard back from Brittany, she loved it and wanted to take this one to acquisitions. By this time, I felt a bit hardened by disappointment, so I tried not to get excited this time around. The news was much better for the more plot-driven project, and we received a publication offer. CAUGHT ON CAMERA will come out in April of 2027.

The official deal announcement in Publisher’s Marketplace.

So, what have I learned from this experience? Having a book die on submission is tough! It generates tons of doubt in the quality/desirability of your manuscript and kicks imposter syndrome into high gear. But it’s also not the end of the world. I kept writing new stuff while out on submission. I kept honing my craft and attending conferences and webinars. And I never gave up. Luckily, my agent is in this with me for the long haul and never lost confidence in me or my writing. For that, I’m extremely grateful.

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Halloweensie 2025

I love entering (and reading other entries) for this fun, annual kidlit writing contest. The challenge: write a story for kids in 100 words or less, using some form of the words wings, spell, and fog. Check out all the details at Susanna Leonard Hill’s website: https://susannahill.com/2025/10/29/the-15th-annual-halloweensie-writing-contest-aahhhrrrooooooo/comment-page-1/#comment-107791

The Poultrygeist

By Melissa Miles

99 words

Tensions rise at the Halloween spelling bee.

Sweat trickles down my back.

Five students left.

I’m up.

C-A-U-L-D-R-O-N.

Whew!

Out goes Sophie.

Liam’s out.

I’m up again.

S-U-P-E-R-N-A-T-U-R-A-L.

Whew!

Ella’s gone.

It’s just me and Grace.

She spells P-O-U-L-T-R-Y -G-I-S-T.

Oops!

A cackling ghost swoops overhead,

clucking and flapping its arms like chicken wings.

What’s that?!

I blink hard, and shake my head.

I can’t be distracted now.

If I get this right, I win.

I open my mouth, but…

fog fills my brain!

No! I studied this one.

P-O-L-T-E-R-G-E-I-S-T.

POOF! The real poltergeist vanishes.

Applause erupts.

I win!

50 Precious Words 2025

I wanted to share my entry into Vivian Kirkfield’s annual contest 50 Precious Words. I’m thrilled to say it won a prize this year, out of 586 entries. Thank you to Vivian and all of the folks who help her bring this contest to writers each year.

The Fixer

Mom slips through the door, bathing my hospital bed in hallway light.

She sighs. “Okay. No more lab draws before 5 AM.”

“You don’t always have to fix everything for me,” I say.

“You’ll understand when you’re a mom.”

Silence falls between us.

We both know that might never happen.

Free Bea

It’s that time of year again! I love the Spring Fling Writing Contest! Be sure to check it out. Thanks so much to Kaitlyn and Ciara for putting this together and all of the amazing prize donors. The gist is that you write a story geared for kids in 150 words or less!

Here is my entry:

Free Bea

By Melissa Johnston Miles

147 words

Bea worked night and day helping her hive.

One spring day, Bea buzzed her farewell–heading to a field of sunflowers. She lapped sweet nectar until her honey stomach was STUFFED.

It was time to contribute to her hive’s honey production. But Bea hesitated.

She could really use a nap. Zzzzzzzzzzz

Later, she listened for the familiar BUZZZZZZZ of home. But it never came!

“What happened?” Bea asked Maple, the gracious tree that housed her colony.

 Maple waved her branches frantically. “That man with the ladder took your hive.”

Bea’s wings drooped.

She couldn’t be a helper bee without a hive to help.

She soared above the retreating truck until it stopped. Bea landed nearby.

A man in overalls removed a wooden crate. The buzz of her colony was music to her ears.

“Bea!” her family shouted.

“I’m back.” Buzzed Bea.

“Home is where the hive is.”

2025 “Valentiny” Contest

I can’t believe it’s that time of year again! When February rolls around, it’s time to write a story for the annual Valentiny Contest. If you don’t know about Susanna Leonard Hill’s wonderful writing contests for kidlit creators, you can find all the details here.

This year, we had 214 words (excluding the title) to write a full Valentine’s Day themed story with a main character who is worried about something. These are always too fun to miss! Here’s my entry:

Wally Isn’t Worried!
by Melissa Johnston Miles
213 Words

Wally is the fiercest, most ferocious ferret in the forest.
Everyone knows it.

Well, maybe not everyone…

Okay, okay, maybe no one.

Still, Wally repeats these words
each morning while staring at his reflection
in the pond near his home—
hoping to make them true.

Maybe by repeating them enough,
he’ll become braver. Less worried.

Fatigued of fearing other forest creatures,
Wally sets out to deliver the custom Valentine’s
he’s spent weeks crafting.

First stop is Snake’s house.
“Who’ssssssssssssss there?”
Wally gulps, drops the Valentine, and scurries away.

Next stop is Owl’s place.
“WHOO WHOO WHOO’s there?”
Wally gulps, drops the Valentine, and scurries away.

He tiptoes towards Bear’s cave.
Wally’s heart hammers.
His paws tremble.
“GRRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL!!!!!”
Wally gulps, drops the Valentine, and scurries away.

Back at the pond, Wally sits with sagging shoulders.
I’ll never be fierce or ferocious. I’ll always be worried and scared.

Behind him, a twig snaps.
Wally scrambles to his feet and spins around—
prepared to run for it!

In the clearing, a flurry of forest friends gather.
“Thanks for our Valentine’s!”

“You knew where to find me?”
Wally always worried no one knew he existed!

“SSSSSSS-sure we did,” says Snake.

Wally grins. All that worry for nothing!
Maybe friendly is better than ferocious anyway.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

Holiday Contest 2024

Thanks to the wonderful Susanna Leonard Hill, kidlit writers have fun holiday contests to enter throughout the year. A huge shout out to her, the other judges and all of the wonderful prize donors.

Here is my entry for this year. The stipulations for 2024’s contest were for the story to be a mystery with a max word count of 25o.

The Night Santa Went Missing

232 words

On Christmas Eve, NORAD’s radars steadily tracked Santa. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Shortly before midnight, something went terribly wrong. POOF!

Santa’s blinking dot disappeared from their screens.“We’ve lost him,” Major Smith reported.

“Impossible!” shouted Colonel Brown. “We’re the North American Aerospace Defense Command. We’ve never lost Santa Claus!”

They ran diagnostics, double-checked satellites, and consulted weather reports.

Everyone panicked, imagining scores of devastated children waking up to no presents. But nothing they tried worked. Santa had simply vanished.

At midnight, Colonel Brown said miserably, “We’ll have to notify the president.”

President Shah’s voice was filled with alarm. “What a disaster. Christmas is ruined. I’ll let the real boss know.”

At the North Pole, Mrs. Claus received the news. “Ma’am, we’ve lost Santa.”

“I’m pretty sure I have the answer to this mystery,” she replied. “Give me a moment.”

She sighed and called her husband. “Okay, you win the bet. You evaded NORAD. Have all the cookies you want.”

Out rang a jolly, “Ho, ho, ho!”

“Don’t ho, ho, ho me, mister. You’ve panicked the entire world. Stop cloaking your sled. I won’t put you on that New Year’s diet.”

Moments later, a soft BEEP, BEEP, BEEP broke the silence of the control room at NORAD. When Santa’s dot reappeared on Major Smith’s screen, cheers erupted.

In the night sky, Santa slipped his cell phone back into his pocket and patted his belly.

    “Halloweensie” 2024

    I look forward to this contest every year. A huge shout out to Susanna Leonard Hill, who puts this together. Read more about her and the contest here.

    This year, I couldn’t decide between writing something in rhyme or not, so I have two entries! It’s allowed, so I thought I’d give it a shot.

    Without further ado, here are my two entries, beginning with the rhyming one:

    The Haunted House Dare (95 words)

    by Melissa Miles

    On Halloween night, we brace for the chill,

    our black capes trailing as we climb the hill.

    The house up on top is known for its scares,

    but my brother Jack accepts ALL the dares.

    Up the front staircase, we tiptoe and creep,

    knowing we cannot risk making a peep.

    Jack raises a hand, he’s ready to knock—

    “Oh no, what’s that?” It’s the click of a lock!”

    The door swings open, we’re caught unaware!

    There’s a huge green goblin hovering there.

    He dances a jig, and flashes a grin,

    “Hooray, I have trick-or-treaters again!”

    The Glamorous Little Goblin (99 words)

    by Melissa Miles

    It’s time for the big Halloween Bash!

    Gloria Goblin dances before the mirror.

    She twirls on tiptoe,

    She boogies, jives, jitter-bugs, and waltzes.

    Gloria gazes at her reflection.

    I’m glamorous.

    I’m marvelous.

    My costume rocks.

    She sets out into the night chill.

    Some kids shout “Grotesque!”  

    “Look at those pointy ears.”

    “Monstrous!”

    “You’ve got fangs instead of teeth.”

    Gloria skips by, thinking, Imagine mixing up glamorous with grotesque! How silly.

    At the festival, Gloria wins the prize for Best Mask.

    She clutches her trophy with pride.

    I won for best mask without even needing one!

    I’m glamorous AND marvelous.

    The Feel of a Classic Literature for Today’s Kids

    Copyright Macmillan Publishers.

    Are you looking for a book to read with your kids, grandkids, classroom, MG book club–or if you’re like me and just love to read Middle Grade stories? This new release from Feiwel & Friends (Macmillan Publishers) by debut author Allie Millington has the charm and heartwarming appeal of classics like Charlotte’s Web, but with plenty of appeal for modern kids.

    From the opening pages, Olivetti has the feel of the favorite children’s classics I loved reading as a kid. However, unlike the classics, this novel includes cell phones, laptops, and all of the modern contrivances today’s kids rely on daily.

    Copyright Pixar/Disney

    I loved the way Olivetti (the personified typewriter who shares the narration of the story) struggles with the same emotions we humans do. My favorite Disney film is the original Toy Story, and Olivetti is reminiscent of Woody. Just like Woody is replaced by Buzz, Olivetti feels replaced by a shiny new laptop. When he finds himself on the shelf of a pawnshop, Olivetti’s struggles intensify. Here’s a fun fact about this Toy Story connection: The incomparable Tom Hanks, who voiced the icon character of Woody in the Pixar films, read Olivetti and loved it enough to write a review for the New York Times! How cool is that?

    The other narrator in the novel is Ernest Brindle–a quiet boy who prefers keeping to himself. When Ernest’s mother is reported missing, he blames himself. Even though he shies away from friendship in general, he teams up with the pawnshop owner’s daughter as well as Olivetti to discover where (and why) his mother has gone.


    As a former 4th grade teacher, this is a novel my students would have enjoyed reading as a class. It has the same type of quirky characters as Kate DiCamillo’s books, introduces them to the lost art of typing, and ends with hope.

    Order Olivetti here.

    Spring Fling Kidlit Contest ’24

    via GIPHY

    I’m participating in the Spring Fling Kidlit Contest again this year. If you’re new to Spring Fling, it’s a fabulous writing contest where you find (or create) a springtime GIF and then write a 150 (max) word story for kids inspired by the image.

    For all the rules/details, click here. The community engagement for this contest is great. If you write a story, be sure to read other entries and comment on those as well. Meet new writing friends and make new social media connections. That’s the best part of the contest. Thanks to Kaitlyn Sanchez and Ciara O’Neil for putting this together!

    Thanks for stopping by to read my entry this year!

    Dandy’s Big A-Choo!!

    147 words

    One bright spring morning during allergy season,

    Dandy stifled a sneeze before school.

    On the sidewalk

    Lilac, Iris, and Hyacinth stood together,

    forming a circle of pink, white and purple.

    Dandy hopped over to say hello.

    They tightened their ring, whispering,

    Weed.

    Dandy sniffed.

    Tulip and Azalea dazzled in a display of pink.

    They linked leaves, muttering,

    Weed.

    Dandy snuffled.

    At recess, Dandy jumped on a swing near Daffodil,

    who stopped swinging and hissed, Weed.

    Dandy’s stem straightened.

    AH—AH—A—CHOOOOOO!!!

    Kids ran to her, cheering…

    allowing her fluffy white seeds

    to carry their wishes away on the wind.

    Dandy’s heart soared along with them.

    A beautiful white Clover with four perfect leaves whispered,

    Some flowers may call us weeds.

    But we let children share the deepest

    desires of their hearts

    to believe in magic.

    What could be better?

    Nothing, Dandy thought. I’m fine and dandy!

    Valentiny Writing Contest

    **Update: My entry received an honorable mention prize. Thanks for reading!

    I’m entering the “Valentiny” contest sponsored by Susanna Leonard Hill. Check out all the details here.

    This story was inspired by my sister, who had development delays related to extreme prematurity, back before there were neonatal ICUs and specialized care for preemies. My mom would let her stay home from school on Valentine’s Day because it was so heartbreaking for her to go to school and watch the other kids get valentine’s cards and she didn’t get them. 🙁

    A VALENTINE FOR VINCENT

    210 Words

    Vincent usually kept to himself during school.

    And the other kids kept themselves from Vincent.

    Valentine’s Day was the worst!

    His heart drowned in dread.

    Vincent buried his nose in a book,

    pretending not to care as his classmates filed in

    with decorated shoeboxes—

    for ALL the Valentines they’d receive.

    He wasn’t expecting a single one.

    Until something amazing happened…

    Caroline held out a red heart

    with VINCENT written in marker.

    A Valentine! For him?

    Heart racing, Vincent began excitedly cutting paper into squares.

    Hands flying, he folded one into a crane.

    “Wow!” said Caroline. “Can you make a cat?”

    A tsunami of enthusiasm washed the dread from his heart.

    He folded. Then turned and folded again.

    He repeated the process, until… 

    The paper square magically became a pointy cat.

    Caroline beamed. “It’s beautiful!”

    Soon, a crowd gathered with requests:

    “A swan?”

    “An owl?”

    “How about a heart?”

    “Can you make a star?”

    “Where did you learn this?” Ms. Waltz asked.

    Vincent explained that his neighbor, Mr. Nakamura,

    taught him origami after school on days his mom had to work.

    “It’s so cool!” Caroline said. “Thanks for my Valentine.”

    Vincent’s heart burst into an excitement explosion.

    It was the best school day ever.

    And it all started with one Valentine.

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