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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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Spring Fling Kidlit Contest ’24

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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!

Kidlit Vibes 2023

I decided to enter the #KidLitVibes Twitter contest this year. Thanks to the great folks who organize this contest.

The rules state you have to spin the wheel and write a story about the feeling you land on using just 125 words. My arrow stopped on Powerful. Sigh. I almost spun again. Sadly, I couldn’t really think of a time in my childhood I felt powerful.

But this idea of a little girl helping her scared puppy instead of letting fear overwhelm her popped into my head. So, here goes…

Photo by Vlad Panov on Unsplash

THE STORM

125 words

Rain falls. Pitter-pat. Pitter-pat.

Puddles form. Splat! Splat!

Rumble. Crack!

Lucy jumps.

POP. Power’s out.

The room plunges into darkness.

The puppy shivers. Lucy’s lip quivers.

Mommy shines a flashlight. She makes shadow bunnies dance on the wall.

Lucy laughs.

Until…

Crack! The windows rattle.

Her laugh sticks in her throat.

Each BOOM from outside

vibrates in her chest.

Lucy hugs her puppy.

His shivers have become shakes.

The poor little guy is scared to death.

“We’ll build a fort,” she tells him.

It’s cozy inside.

The lightning flashes dim.

The thunder claps quieten.

“There,” she says.

“It will be okay.”

His body stills.

The storm moves past.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.”

He licks her hand.

Tail wagging.

Crawling out,

she stands tall.

Powerful.

Update: I received an honorable mention for this entry. Thanks to the organizers!

Trapped

I decided to throw my hat into the ring this year for the second annual Kids’ Choice Kidlit Writing Contest. I’d heard about it last year and it sounded like a ton of fun to have your 200 words judged by actual kids. Thanks to author Kailei Pew for putting this together, and special thanks to all the kids taking their time to read and judge the entries!

My entry is a scene from one of my YA manuscripts. I hope you enjoy it!

UPDATE** My entry made it to the finals, and ended up in second place overall for YA this year!

TRAPPED

200 Words

Nothing in life prepared me to attend my own funeral. Walking around knowing I’m dead is freakish enough. Walking through crowds of people talking about me in past tense is insane.

Over half the school is here—definitely most of the senior class. The drama queens are giving performances worthy of reality television. It’s equal parts irritating and hilarious watching them bawling like we’d been best friends.

If Raven dabs her eyes with that tissue one more time, I’ll—

Do what, exactly? Exactly nothing, that’s what.

Since nobody can see or hear me, I’m left just watching. It sucks.

I see Mom. Her face is so blotchy and swollen, I barely recognize her. She doesn’t even resemble the mom I hugged before school three days ago.

That night at the hospital, Mom begged me not to die. Begged me to stay here. For her.

Her screaming felt more agonizing than the broken ribs.

Somehow, I’d stayed.

Now I’m trapped—but desperate to escape.

Then I see Luca watching me from across the room.

His lips form my name.

Our eyes lock. Hope balloons in my chest.

If Luca can see me, maybe he’ll know how to help me cross over.

The Tastiest Tea

Mooncake Festival- Credit: Tehcheesiong for Stock Free Images

I’m thrilled to throw my hat into the ring for the 2022 Fall Writing Frenzy contest.

Special thanks to Lydia Lukidis and Kaitlyn Sanchez for organizing the contest, and to all of the donors!

My entry is 189 words. Enjoy!

The Tastiest Tea

Ginger and Grey gallop off, gathering friends

to celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival—

leaving their mooncakes cooling…

and a huge pot of tasty tea

outside to steep.

As Oolong Otter pedals past,

a rusty screw flies from his busted-up bike.

Sploosh!

Now its rusty tasty tea.

As Matcha Mouse scampers past,

dust flies from her cleaning kit.

Sploosh!

Now its dusty rusty tasty tea.

As Boba Bogey drifts past,

an escaping ghost flies from its grasp.

Sploosh!

Now its ghosty dusty rusty tasty tea. 

As Pekoe Porcupine races past,

a lemon flies from her lunch basket.

Sploosh!

Now its zesty ghosty dusty rusty tasty tea. 

As Chai Chipmunk hurdles past,

some pie flies from their apron pocket.

Sploosh!

Now its crusty zesty ghosty dusty rusty tasty tea. 

As Darjeeling Donkey lumbers past,

a clump of glue flies off his carpenter’s belt.

Sploosh!

Now its pasty crusty zesty ghosty dusty rusty tasty tea. 

Everyone gathers to celebrate, nibble mooncakes, and taste the tea.

“It’s nutty!”

Fruity!”

Gritty?”

But, in the end—

the nutty fruity gritty pasty crusty zesty ghosty dusty rusty tasty tea….

is the best tea anyone’s ever tasted.

March Word Prompt

The image for this month’s WordPress prompt

The way I look at it, much of life involves making decisions to cross (or not) some type of metaphorical bridge.

Each and every time we find ourselves facing a dilemma, there’s a choice to make. We cross the bridge (often times facing unknown and unforeseen circumstances) or we stay on our own side.

Throughout history, men and women have chosen to cross bridges. Even if staying on the familiar side of the bridge felt safer. Even when crossing the bridge led to arrests, beatings, ridicule, sometimes even death.

I’m grateful for the brave souls who’ve crossed bridges to bring about needed change in the world. As I gaze at the image of this bridge leading to the unknown, I’m challenging myself to cross a bridge today. Even if I ruffle feathers when I get to the other side. Will you join me?

#WordPrompt

Kidlit Writing Contests

*Updated 5/26

If you follow my blog, you’ve seen that most of my posts lately have been related to writing contests for creators of kidlit. I thought I’d take a few minutes to write an actual blog post about why I enter so many of these, and why you should consider them if you haven’t already.

  1. Hone your craft. All of these contests have a word limit. Some are as little as 50, and some go as high as 200. Regardless of the number of words allowed, it’s a challenge to create a story with a well-developed plot and a clear beginning, middle and end–in so few words. Also, writing from a prompt is a good skill to perfect, and many of these contests have prompts provided.
  2. Engage with the kidlit writing community. Writing is largely a solitary task, but many of these contests create a ton of engagement on Twitter. It’s fun to read other entries and to share your own. You’ll meet other people who love creating stories for kids and make writing friends–maybe even critique partners if you’re lucky.
  3. Get your work out there. One of the biggest hurdles for new writers is sharing your work. It can make you feel vulnerable, but feedback is incredibly useful in helping us become better writers. It’s incredibly satisfying to hear that your story connected with someone, making them laugh or cry. Sometimes in this tough business, it’s the encouragement we need to keep going!
  4. Learn what types of stories hook the judges. Some of the people judging entries are kidlit agents. Some are agented/published kidlit authors. Even if your entry doesn’t win a prize, you can still get something valuable out of the contest. By looking at the entries that were picked by the judges, you see what types of stories resonated. This can be useful when crafting manuscripts to query.
  5. Have Fun! For most of us, writing is a creative outlet. Something about the challenge and brevity of these stories has been just the tonic I’ve needed to get through some of my creative slump during the pandemic. You’ve got nothing to lose, and so much to gain. I hope you give it a try.
  6. Get inspired! I’ve been participating in these contests for several years now, and many of the followers I’ve gained from them are gaining representation and/or announcing books deals. I signed with an agent in January of this year and many of the people congratulating me on Twitter were the ones I’ve been entering contests with. It really does build community.

I’d love to answer any questions you might have about these contests. I’m including some of the ones I’ve entered below.

If you decide to enter, good luck and have fun! Happy Writing!

Here are a few of my entries that have won prizes:

A Valentine for Vincent

Mac’s Stage Fright

Trapped

The Show Must Go On

The Storm

Links to some wonderful contests:

50 Precious Words

Fall Writing Frenzy

Halloweensie Writing Contest

Valentiny Writing Contest

Spring Fling Writing Contest

Kidlit Chuckle Contest

Kidlit Vibes

Middle Grade Mystery

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Book Mail from SourceBooks Kids

I recently won 3 mysteries written for kids in a Twitter chat with middle grade mystery writer, Lindsay Currie. Currie’s latest book Scritch, Scratch releases in September from Sourcebooks. In addition to Scritch, Scratch, I also received The Mystery of Black Hollow Lane by Julia Nobel and Coop Knows the Scoop by Taryn Sounders.

I enjoyed each of these titles immensely. They might have even motivated me to attempt a MG mystery novel of my own, but I really should revise all of the drafted manuscripts I have hanging around in my computer files first! If you’re a teacher, librarian or parent and know kids who would enjoy a mystery, I recommend these titles. Each book is quite different from the other two, so I’ll break them down a bit for you.

Scritch, Scratch is a mystery for sure, but it’s also a straight up ghost story! The main character Claire begins the story with familiar enough middle school angst–an annoying sibling, embarrassing parents, the new kid at school usurping her bestie, etc. However, things take a drastic turn when a ghost follows her home from assisting her father with one of his humiliating (to her, anyway) ghost tours. No spoilers, but this ghost is scary! Claire realizes that the only way to stop him from keeping her awake at night and terrified during the day is to figure out what he wants from her–and then do it. Even if she’s not sure she can. At heart, the story is about friendships and families, but has the added bonus of highlighting little known tragedies in Chicago history. I’ve visited Chicago a couple of times, but didn’t know any of these stories.

The Mystery of Black Hollow Lane is set in a boarding school in England, which piqued my interest immediately. I vividly remember reading the Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for the first time (as an adult) and discovering the whole world of houses, headmasters, common rooms, dormitories, detentions, and “skiving off” assignments. Those regular mundane parts of British school life were new to me, and I found them almost as magical as the actual magic at Hogwarts. Wellsworth isn’t a magical school, but it has plenty to hold a reader’s interest. The main character Emmy, gets sent to this school after the fall term has already started. For someone who was “the new kid” at school a few times myself, I really felt for her. Emmy makes a couple of loyal friends who help her unravel cryptic clues about her father–who disappeared when she was 3. This book is the first in a series, but I was happy to see it wrapped up and didn’t leave readers hanging.

Coop Knows the Scoop doesn’t have ghosts or boarding schools. What it does have is a small Georgia town called Windy Bottom, which becomes a character of its own. Coop and his friends are as surprised as anyone when a long-buried body is excavated on the town’s playground. But Coop never imagines his own family will get caught up in the drama and small town gossip surrounding the mysterious discovery. The town’s quirky cast of characters all become potential suspects in the investigation, but Coop and his friends are out to prove the police’s main suspect wouldn’t hurt a fly.  They walk a fine line “helping” with the investigation, even after they’re forbidden to interfere again. Saunders drops enough clues to the killer’s identity for astute kids to figure it out before the end, but doesn’t make it too easy.

Kids have always enjoyed mysteries. As a kid, I loved Encyclopedia Brown, Boxcar Children, Nancy Drew, and other mysteries. It’s great to see new MG mysteries being published for a new generation of readers. Kudos to these authors! Happy reading.

Building a World for Kids

orange and yellow tentWe just got the official news that our summer camp for kids with trachs was cancelled this year. With all the closings due to COVID-19, it’s no surprise, but it’s absolutely gut wrenching for the campers and the volunteers who go each year. Especially for the campers. Last summer, as we packed up to leave, the little boy I drove up from Savannah asked me what day it was. I told him it was Friday. He promptly replied, “Then I want to come back Saturday.” He meant the very next day. Camp is a world of its own. It’s an escape from reality.

I’ve been reflecting a good bit this past week about camp. About what it means for kids with special needs, whose daily lives are filled with treatments, procedures and medications. Kids who are often singled out and maybe even bullied at school because of their differences.

This reflection led me to remember a hectic day last summer. We’d just gotten our group of campers into the cafeteria for lunch, when two of mine said they needed to use the restroom. One of them uttered those dreaded words, “I don’t know if I can hold it.” SO, we set off at top speed for the bathrooms. The two  campers in my care had just shimmied through a row of other campers seated at long tables, when a little guy I didn’t know from a different special needs camp jumped up and stood between me and my little guys.

Before I could say a word about needing to catch up to my charges, he said (in such a serious tone of voice it was almost alarming), “I’m in that house too.”

He stared at me. Expectant. Waiting. I had no clue what he was talking about for a good 10 seconds (as I’m hoping we won’t completely miss lunch because we have to walk back to our cabin and changes clothes before the next activity). Then it hit me. I was wearing a T shirt with a printed Gryffindor logo on it. Luckily, I recovered fairly quickly, considering. “Oh, yeah,” I said. “I’m a Gryffindor through and through.” His face. It just lit up completely. We’d connected. Not through that physical place, as magical as it is. But through a world built by J.K. Rowling.

This is why I’m passionate about writing books for kids. They can’t always escape physically to a place where their problems feel miles away. But, hopefully they can always pick up a book and escape to a world built by an author. In these days of isolation, we need this more than ever! We need to build connections with people we might not get a chance to see in person like we used to. We need to see someone across a crowded room, and stop them to say, “I’m in that house too.”

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