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Write What You Know?

For most authors, we’ve heard this advice at some point in our writing journey. But does it work? Does writing stories based on our own life experiences create a compelling narrative that readers won’t want to put down? Sort of!

Writing what you know doesn’t mean jotting down the mundane details of your everyday life. That’s journaling, and really isn’t fit for widespread consumption. Heck, I don’t even want my family to read my journals! It also doesn’t mean writing the story of your life, unless you’re writing a memoir. But for fiction, I’m a firm believer in using specific events in my life as fodder for my stories.

The trick to this is to pick something that’s happened to you, or to someone in your life. Then start asking “what if?” over and over until you’ve got something tantalizing enough to create a fictionalized version of that event. I’ve applied this approach to several manuscripts, but I’m going to break down this process for my upcoming MG novel, Caught on Camera.

The cover of my debut middle-grade novel, publishing on April 27, 2027

Here is a breakdown of how the idea for my novel began with an everyday event in my life and grew with each “what if” question I applied to it. While teaching fourth grade in Effingham County, Georgia, our school system’s Reading textbook was Harcourt Trophies, an anthology of stories grouped by theme. One of the stories we taught from was an excerpt from the Newbery Honor-winning MG novel, The Cricket in Times Square. I seldom had a student who’d seen New York City or Times Square in person. So the passage below didn’t resonate with them.

“One more hop brought him out onto the sidewalk. And there he gasped, holding his breath and crouching against the cement. They were standing at one corner of the Times building, which is at the south end of Times Square. Above the cricket, towers that seemed like mountains of light rose up into the night sky. Even this late the neon signs were still blazing. Reds, blues, greens, and yellows flashed down on him. And the air was full of the roar of traffic and the hum of human beings. It was as if Times Square were a kind of shell, with colors and noises breaking in great waves inside it. Chester’s heart hurt him and he closed his eyes. The sight was too terrible and beautiful for a cricket who up to now had measured high things by the height of his willow tree and sounds by the burble of a running brook.“

The “think and respond” questions for this story asked the kids how the setting affects the lives of the characters, and why it’s so hard for this cricket from a quiet meadow in Connecticut to adjust to life in Times Square. My students struggled to make this connection from the text alone. So, I asked my principal if I could pull up some webcam footage of Times Square at the end of class one day to give the kids a sense of the setting. They all enjoyed the webcams and I think it helped them understand the sensory overload aspect of standing in the middle of all lights and sounds. One of my students, was convinced he saw a crime of someone selling “bootleg DVDs” on the sidewalk. He wanted us to call 911 and watch the police arrive–which we obviously didn’t do. But it planted the first “what if?” seed that grew into this novel.

  1. What if a student really did see a crime or something similar while watching webcam footage?
  2. What if no one believed him?
  3. What if he found archived footage to prove he was right?
  4. What if he enhanced that footage to get an image of the suspect/crime/criminal?
  5. What if he started a podcast with tags about conspiracy theories or fake deaths that would garner a lot of views?
  6. What if powerful people were threatened by this information coming to light?
  7. What if those people sent someone after him?
  8. What if the kid had to go on the run from the “bad guys”?
  9. What if the bad guy caught up to him?

Hopefully, you see where I’m going here. Each “what if?” question raises the stakes and creates an opportunity to write exciting scenes for your protagonist.

I started out writing this novel based on “what I know” from an experience I shared with my fourth-grade students. And it grew from there. If you’re interested in CAUGHT ON CAMERA, you can pre-order a copy here.

If you want to read the eBook version and you have a Libby App through your library, you can search for the book by title and author and click the “notify me” tag. This lets the purchasing department of your library see interest in the title so they can order it. Then you’ll get a notification that it’s ready to borrow. Here’s a screenshot of what the search and tagging function look like on the app.

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.

“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.

Kid’s Choice Kidlit Writing Contest

This is my second year entering this contest. Last year, I was a finalist in the YA category, and this year I’m entering in MG. Thanks for stopping by to read my entry.

Carina of the Southern Sky (500 words)

I’m the one who called 911. Mama is gone because of me.

Something that awful should become etched in my brain forever. Every single detail. But it’s not. Big chunks of that night are missing.

I see bits and pieces: Flashing blue lights, the beam of bright yellow shining across the wet grass, Mama staring at me from the back of a police car.

What I remember most is showing up in the middle of the night at my foster parents’ house. Andy and Jodie waited on their porch for me. Before I’d gotten half-way up the steps, Jodie wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and said, “You’re safe here with us, Carina.”

It was still summer break the night I showed up here. But now, with tomorrow being the first day of school, Jodie starts talking about it before we even finish dinner.

We’re still sitting at the crowded kitchen table, but my mind drifts. The truth is, I don’t care about my schedule, the teachers, or the stupid team mascot. It isn’t my school, with my friends. Most important, Mama won’t be here for my first day of middle school like she always promised.

“Excuse me,” I blurt.

My chair scrapes the floor as I leap up.

“Carina,” Jodie calls.

As the screen door slams behind me, I hear Andy say, “Give her a minute.”

Without looking back, I sprint beyond the shrubs and concrete path. Dropping onto the lawn, I search the darkening sky. Millions of stars twinkle through drifting clouds. “Hey up there,” I say. “I’m drifting too.”

Tears spill down my cheeks remembering the nights Mama and I gazed up, trying to be the first to holler, “There she is! Carina of the Southern sky!”

The door creaks open on the porch behind me. “Carina, it’s getting late. Tomorrow’s a big day.”

I don’t move. I need something familiar to calm me—something from home.

“Did you hear me?”

I roll onto my belly to see Jodie squinting at me in the semi-darkness of the porch light, biting her lower lip.

“I’m looking for my star. The one I was named for.”

Jodie tilts her head to the side. “I guess it’s alright. But just for a few more minutes. There’s no need in you being all tuckered out for your first day tomorrow.”

Spanish Moss flutters like ghosts in the darkness. But I look beyond it, refusing to be afraid.

“My Carina” finally appears from behind a cloud. You can’t see the real Carina from North America, it’s only the North Star.

But none of that matters anymore. What matters is the little balloon of hope that inflates at the thought of us both looking at the same star like we used to.

I make a promise into the flickering night sky. “I’m going to find a way to bring you back home, Mama. I swear it.”

And I will. It’s my fault she’s gone, and it’s up to me to fix it.

A Life of Adventure

As a kid, I loved to read. One of my favorite characters was Pippi Longstocking.

She had freedoms I didn’t. She could dress however she wanted. She was free from the conventions of how a “proper young lady” would behave. Pippi was loyal to her friends and generous. She had a spirit of adventure and so much energy. To top it off, she had bright red hair and freckles all over her face–an instant connection. When I read stories about Pippi, I lived my life vicariously through her.

When I sat down to write my middle-grade novel SAM OF THE SEAS, Pippi was my muse. Sam lives on the RMS Harmonia, where her father is the ship’s captain. On the ship, Sam has freedoms most girls didn’t have in 1908. She can wear pants, visit places around the world and mingle with passengers from a myriad of cultures. She’s always looking for adventure and is easily distracted from school books. Just like Pippi, Sam is a rebel. Of all the characters I’ve written, Sam embodies a younger me.

The ship that inspired the RMS Harmonia was called the Morea, which was owned and operated by P&O (The Peninsular and Oriental Steam Navigation Company). It’s routes intrigued me. Imagine being a kid who travels to places throughout the Mediterranean, the Suez Canal, India, Australia, New Zealand and more. I ordered photo books featuring ships of this era and read extensively on sites devoted to ships like this. I read dissertations about Lascar crews, and how they were treated. There were stories of these ships transporting political prisoners, entering ports under quarantine flags, rescuing passengers from disabled vessels, and even helped stranded citizens after a massive earthquake in Italy. The possibilities of what a kid living on a ship like this could experience are endless!

One of the postcards featuring the Morea in Port Said. The entrance to the Suez Canal from the Mediterranean Sea. (Photo credit: https://www.benjidog.co.uk)

One thing I also loved about writing a character from this time is the chance to view society through her eyes. The treatment of the Lascar crew members by the passengers and British crew stunned her. In my book, one of Sam’s biggest advocates is the Serang of the Lascar crew. India was still under British rule, a woman had just qualified as a physician in England, but there were still many expectations for how a young girl should behave. Sam wants no part of these rules! I love that about her.

The members of the Lascar crews were mostly Hindu and Muslim, and dressed in traditional clothing instead of the starched uniforms worn by the British crew. Even though they were crucial to running the ship, they were often mistreated and worked under unsafe conditions. (Photo Credit: Wikipedia)

Shortly, this book will be out on submission with editors. It feels like I’m sending out a part of my heart into the world to be trampled. But that’s how publishing works. For now, enjoy the pictures that helped inspire my story. I hope when you get a chance to read it, you’ll love it as much as I do.

I’ll post updates if there are any!

The Morea in dry dock. (Photo credit: https://www.benjidog.co.uk)

Spring Fling Kidlit Contest ’23

This is at least my third year entering this great writing contest. Some years I’ve won a prize, some not. But it’s always fun to participate! 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 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!

The Magic of Shared Memories

(147 words)

“Why so blue on this beautiful spring day?” Grandma asks.

“Keisha is moving today.”

Grandma squeezes my hand. “Let’s go find some perfect crafting paper.”

Grandma and I love origami. Magic happens in folding paper to create something new.

Deep in the clearance bin something rustles.

Sweeping away the top layer reveals beautiful blue paper with springtime flowers. “Grandma, look. It’s perfect.”

Back home, my sadness seeps into each fold—sealing special memories into every crease. I only wish I’d made the butterfly in time to give it to Keisha.

Later when I walk Grandma out, something flutters against my hand. I open it, and my butterfly takes flight!

We gasp, watching until it disappears in the direction of Keisha’s house.

Grandma winks. Like she’s known all along.

I picture my butterfly settling into Keisha’s outstretched palm—all the words I hadn’t said soaring into her heart.

GIF from website GIFER.com

Fifty Precious Words

If you’ve followed me for a while, you know I love to enter kidlit writing contests. They’re a great way to hone your craft, learn revision skills, and create a narrative arc with a very limited number of words. Plus, you get a chance to engage with the wonderful kidlit community. It’s a win-win.

I entered Vivian Kirkfield’s 50 Precious Words Contest last year for the first time, and won an amazing career consultation Zoom with Independent YA & Children’s Book Editor Julie Scheina.

This year’s entry is a small part of a scene from an unpublished MG contemporary story I’ve been revising. I worked to craft a story contained in these fifty short words to attempt a beginning, middle and end to this young girl’s moment of searching for something familiar in such a foreign place.

Photo by Andy Holmes on Unsplash

The Comforting Constellation

(50 words)

I fly into darkness,

flopping onto damp grass;

ignoring my foster mother’s calls.

If I can find our stars,

it will slow my heart, dull the aching.

I see them,

emerging from mist,

twinkling so brightly

they must know I need them.

I feel Mama beside me.

“Thanks,” I whisper.

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Thanks for stopping by! If you’d like to see the entry that won a prize last year, you can read it here.

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