Caterpillar Tricks

Wide Fields, by Irmengarde Eberle, Illustrated by Fritz Eichenberg

I’ve been in love with nineteenth century French naturalist Jean Henri Fabre ever since a friend put one of his essays in my hands more than a decade ago. I’ve since read most of Fabre’s essays, as well as all the books I could find about his life and his legendary backyard insect studies. (One of my favorite biographies, WIDE FIELDS, is pictured above.) Next Tuesday, I’m going to introduce the old chap to kids at West Boylston’s Beaman Memorial Library. Wanna join us? Here are the details:

The Mad March: Jean Henri Fabre and his Caterpillar Tricks
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
4:00pm to 5:00pm
Beaman Memorial Library
8 Newton Street
West Boylston, MA 01583

Students in grades 3-6 are invited to meet Henri Fabre, a Frenchmen who wanted to learn every single thing he could about insects, especially the odd marching caterpillars that nested in his backyard pine trees. What he learned about them and how he learned it is an incredible story of science!

Event Update!

Thanks to a poorly-timed winter storm that will hit Massachusetts tomorrow, the All-Star Nonfiction Panel at The Writer’s Loft has been postponed to Sunday, January 25, 2015. I hope you’ll still be able to join authors Sarah Albee, Leslie Bulion, Susan Goodman, and April Jones Prince and me for a lively panel discussion on writing nonfiction for young readers. From biographies to beetles, bodily functions to bees, we’ve got the inside scoop publishing nonfiction in today’s market. Join us!

All-Star Nonfiction Author Panel

Sunday, January 25
1pm

The Writer’s Loft
20 North Main Street
Sherborn, MA

Free for Members
$5 for Non-Members

What Does a Seed Know?

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What does a seed know?

I do not fear the ice and snow.
I trust the urge to rest and stow.
In the dead of winter, life only slows.

What does a seed know?
The day will come again to sow.
With earth and sun and rain I’ll grow
and everything I need, I know.

© Loree Griffin Burns

Poem totally and completely inspired by this interview with Joyce Sidman over at the Today’s Little Ditty blog. (Photo inspired by my garden mentor and dear friend, Karen DiFranza, with whom I grew and shelled those gorgeous Vermont Cranberry beans!) The interview reaffirmed my admiration for Joyce and for her new book, WINTER BEES & OTHER POEMS OF THE COLD, and it includes step-by-step instructions for how to write your own “Deeper Wisdom” poem. Give it a try!

Cybils News!

Cybils-Logo-2014-Web-Lg-300x193You’ve heard of the Cybils, right? Annual book awards given out by the Children’s and Young Adult Bloggers? Of course you have. For the past eight years, the bloggers at the heart of this group have been tirelessly promoting great books for kids, constantly updating their categories, and exhaustively seeking out the best the publishing world has to offer children and young adults. Here’s how they describe their mission on the Cybils website:

The Cybils Awards aims to recognize the children’s and young adult authors and illustrators whose books combine the highest literary merit and popular appeal. If some la-di-dah awards can be compared to brussels sprouts, and other, more populist ones to gummy bears, we’re thinking more like organic chicken nuggets. We’re yummy and nutritious.

I’m so proud to have Handle with Care: An Unusual Butterfly Journey recognized by these incredibly dedicated and passionate organic chicken nugget enthusiasts! It’s one of seven finalists in the Nonfiction for Elementary & Middle Grades category; here’s the entire delicious list. Bring it with you when you go off to your local independent bookseller to spend that holiday gift card. If you have a taste for nonfiction, bring the list of finalists in the Nonfiction for Young Adults category, too. Bon appétit!

To see finalist lists for all twelve categories–seriously, don’t miss these lists!-click here.

Nerdy News!

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The Nerdy Book Club has begun announcing its 2014 Nerdy Awards! Readers and fans of children’s books will find so much to love on these lists …

2014 Nerdies for Early Readers & Chapter Books

2014 Nerdies for Fiction Picture Books

2014 Nerdies for Nonfiction Picture Books  (Including HANDLE WITH CARE!)

2014 Nerdies for Middle Grade & Young Adult Nonfiction (Including BEETLE BUSTERS!)

2014 Nerdies for Graphic Novels

2014 Nerdies for Poetry & Novels in Verse

2014 Nerdies for Middle Grade Fiction

2014 Nerdies for Young Adult Fiction

I’ll continue to add links as the categories are announced. To follow the announcements on your own, head over to the Nerdy Book Club blog.

Children’s Nonfiction at The Writers’ Loft

Edited to Add: PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS EVENT HAS BEEN POSTPONED BY ONE DAY IN ORDER TO ACCOMMODATE A WINTER STORM IN MASSACHUSETTS! FESTIVITIES WILL BE HELD AS DESCRIBED BELOW, BUT ON SUNDAY, JANUARY 25 AT 1PM. I hope to see you there!

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I’m excited to be joining authors Sarah Albee, Leslie Bulion, Susan Goodman, and April Jones Prince for a panel discussion on writing nonfiction for children and teens on January 24. The event will be held at The Writers’ Loft, a vibrant community of writers learning and working in metropolitan Massachusetts. I hope you can join us! All the details can be found in this handy flyer:

Research Highs and Lows

After a year of reading, taking notes, exploring, and thinking about my next book project, I have finally begun writing it. And after four days of solid drafting, I can say with great certainty that this book is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

For the record, I feel that way about every book at this early stage.

This is a very new sort of book for me, though: a history of science story for teen readers. It will be three times longer than any book I’ve written so far. It’s for an older audience. As if those weren’t daunting enough, it’s historical in nature. The main difference so far is that all the details I’m used to having in my head and in my notebook because of my days in the field shadowing scientists simply aren’t there this time. I have to find these details in other ways.

Let me give you an example. When I sat down to write about bushwhacking in an urban forest in search of Asian longhorned beetles, it was a fairly straightforward task. I’d actually been bushwhacking in an urban forest in search of Asian longhorned beetles, so I simply drew on my own visual and contextual memories of the time and place. I referred back to my notes as needed, of course, and I consulted the scientists I was writing about whenever I was unsure about something. But mostly I just wrote what I remembered. Writing about the 1962 Nobel Prize ceremony, my task for this week, has been a totally different process. I wasn’t there, man! I wasn’t even born until 1969! The only way to bring this scene alive for readers was to consult the historical record over and over and over and over until I’d found details that would help me paint it. What sort of details? Here are a few:

  • I found a (too) short video clip of the 1962 ceremony. I watched it approximately forty-seven thousand times, extracting new details with each view: the sorts of clothes the women wore, the sorts of clothes the men wore, the number of children in the audience, the decor in the room, the order in which the royal family entered, the way the laureates looked as they filed onto the stage, the way they bowed to King Gustaf VI Adolf (for the record, John Steinbeck gave a very good formal bow; James Watson, not so much), and so on.
  • I found pages and pages of online photographs of the event, and several of the books I’ve been using as resources contain reproduced images from the personal collections of the men and women in my story. Using these images and several different written accounts of the event, I was able to piece together the order in which the awards were bestowed and the order in which the laureates spoke at the ceremony and, well, lots of interesting orders. It was a crazy-fun 3D time-warp puzzle.
  • I took a short video tour of the Stockholm Concert Hall, where the Nobel Prize ceremony was (and is to this day) held. This gave me a look at color schemes that were missing in the black and white video and stills from 1962. But are today’s colors the same that existed in 1962? Hmmmm. I don’t know yet. But while trying to find out, I stumbled on a copy of the menu for the banquet held after the ceremony. Now I know what was on the plate in front of my characters as they chatted up the King and Queen.

You get the idea. The research for this book is going to be fascinating, mostly fun, and very slow. After five solid days of effort, I’ve drafted a single 1000 word scene. It’s a pretty good scene, but at this rate I won’t finish the book until I am seventy-two years old.

But here’s the good news …

One of the things I realized this week is that the Nobel Prize ceremony is always held on December 10. WHICH IS SIX DAYS FROM NOW, PEOPLE. I’m still figuring out the logistics, but it looks like I’ll be able to stream some of the festivities live. So long as I can drag myself to my desk at 6:30am on Sunday morning, I can sit in Massachusetts and watch the laureates in Physiology or Medicine give their Nobel lectures live in Stockholm, Sweden. I’m not sure how much of what I see or hear will inform the scene I just wrote, but just the fact that I can do this at all feels incredibly cool and timely to me. And guess what? You can join me, if you like. Just click on that Youtube screen at the top of this post.

Have a great weekend!

Launched!

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Beetle Busters is officially launched! Over the past week, Ellen and I celebrated our newest collaboration with friends and families and readers from throughout our central Massachusetts stomping grounds. Oh, my, but we had fun.

Next up for me is the National Council of Teachers of English (NCTE) annual conference, and its Assembly on Literature for Adolescents (ALAN) .

And then, some quiet time for giving thanks and finding stillness.

Wishing you and yours a happy and healthy Thanksgiving week. xo

 

 

Launches Past & Present

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It’s launch week! In addition to freaking out, I’m remembering launches past. The photo above is from 2007, when my husband and kids helped me celebrate the publication of Tracking Trash with a launch party in our local Barnes & Noble. On Thursday, they’ll help me celebrate the publication of Beetle Busters, this time with a launch party in our local library. I’m feeling weepy with gratefulness that they are still by my side, still supporting me and this crazy work I love so much.

If you are in the central Massachusetts area and are free on Thursday, please join our party. All the details can be found here.

 

On Trees: Shagbark Hickory Re-run

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Photos © Loree Griffin Burns

I’m still in the process of moving content from my old blog to this new one. I’m not entirely sure how much of it to move, actually, so progress has been slow. Should I simply start blogging anew here? And leave the old stuff over there? Dunno. But today it occurred to me that I could do a combination: Blog anew when the mood strikes, but re-run older posts now and again, when something that resonates comes to mind.

Today, for example, I’m working on a presentation that I’ll give at the Beetle Busters book launch next week, and so my mind is on trees. More specifically, trees I have loved. And, so, I thought of this post from October 2011, when I wrote a bit about my favorite shagbark hickory on the planet:

We’re moving. If you have ever moved, you can probably relate to how I’m feeling these days: harried, overwhelmed, excited, and sad. The sad part has to do with saying goodbye to a place that has been Home to my family for a decade. For ten years, we’ve worked the soil here, and trampled the grass and climbed the trees and lived with the wildlife. We know this place in a way that no one else does, and it is very hard to let that go. Those trees up there, for example, are two of a dozen or so shagbark hickories that we have come to know. The new owners will surely love them as much, but when they wonder why the one on the right has no shag at the bottom, who will tell them?  Who will describe the little boys who grew up playing under that tree? Little boys who one day ran their chubby hands over those tags and strips of glorious hanging bark and couldn’t help but pull. And pull. And pull.  I’m sad that this story will come away with us, and that the lovely, generous, naked-at-the-bottom-shaggy-at-the-top hickory will not.