When I first read Water Can Be I was delighted and could already see the finished book in my mind. Working on A Leaf Can Be had been a lot of fun, and I loved how beautifully that book came together. The thought that Laura, illustrator Violeta Dabija, and I could collaborate on another book made me very happy.
Being an editor is different every day. It involves everything from negotiating contracts to selecting an illustrator to squinting at large spreadsheets to drafting jacket copy to reading submissions to presenting at conferences to writing blog posts to, oh yeah, actually editing the words an author has written.
The thing that worries me most about every book is that we’ll make some colossal error that no one will notice until after the book is out in the world. Such as misspelling the author’s name. Or putting in half of the images upside down. I would like to say this worry is unfounded, but we did once have a book where the last couple lines of text went missing! Fortunately, we caught it in time and reprinted.
I became an editor because I’ve loved books and reading for as long as I can remember. (It’s a cliché, but it’s also true!) I love working collaboratively with authors, illustrators, photographers, and all of my colleagues to make the very best books we can.
Water is for drinking, not for dumping. Unless you’re outside. Or in the bathtub. Okay, that’s probably not the response you had in mind! But I have a three-year-old son, and I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had a conversation just like this in the last couple of years. I will say that he has opened my eyes as to just how much (messy) creativity a simple cup of water can inspire!
(Carol and her boys, photo by her husband!)
Poetry is daunting to me on some days. Laura makes it all look easy! I’ve been reading more and more poetry in the last few years, but I still have a lot to learn. A while back, Laura sent me a long list of recommended books of children’s poetry to help me get my feet wet (metaphorically speaking, of course).
I wish people knew some of the funny things we end up very seriously considering in the process of making a picture book. In Water Can Be . . . we had to make sure the animals in the illustrations were just right. While we wanted them to be adorable and appealing, we didn’t want them so personified that the book might feel out of place in a science class. For instance, on the “Woodchuck warmer” page, the woodchuck originally had a little blanket covering him. It was really sweet! But we decided in the end it was better to go with a blanket of leaves.
Thanks, Carol, for letting us see the editorial side of making Laura's new book!
Follow Carol on Twitter @CarolCHinz.
Poetry Friday friends: if you don't hear from me on your blogs, it's because I'm in the Grandbaby Zone ... and rumor has it they don't have Internet access at their house! I'll be back online later this month.
In the meantime, if you have any water-related photos, we'd like to collect them. I've created a public group on Flickr. It's called Water Can Be. Very original, I know. The URL is www.flickr.com/groups/2586828@N23/. You'll know you're in the right place when you see one of the cover frogs as the group's icon. (Caveat: I'm not a computer genius, so my fingers are crossed that this works. If you have trouble and need to email me photos instead, leave a comment and we'll work something out!)
by Keri Collins Lewis
First the sunrise, then the day.
First the nest, then the egg.
First the raindrop, then the puddle.
First the flower, then the fruit.
First the comb, then the honey.
First the letters, then the word.
First the line, then the poem.Thanks for stopping by! I hope you have a honey-sweet weekend!
It's Poetry Friday! WOOT!
Tricia at The Miss Rumphius Effect is hosting today's poetry celebration.
For the Start the Year Off Write challenge, I wrote three mask poems as part of an exercise in description. Today I'm sharing one of them.
(Photo via Wikimedia Commons: commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Un_dollar_us.jpg)
by Keri Collins Lewis
I can’t breathe here in your pocket,
folded up and crammed against your hip bone.
You may think I’m nearly worthless,
but I began life as boll of cotton,
bright in the Mississippi sun.
You thought I was made from a tree,
I could’ve been made into these jeans you’re wearing,
or this t-shirt you have on,
or even those striped underpants your granny gave you for Christmas.
But I’ve been beaten to a pulp,
smashed ‘til I was thin enough
dyed, stamped, engraved, coded --
to buy you
Have some respect.
By Keri Collins Lewis
For The Dairyman, Will Gilmer, and his dad
Twice a day the dairyman goes
into his parlor, between two rows
of Holstein cows with udders so full,
they long for the machine’s strong pull
on their flesh, warm and ready
filling the vat with milk and then
they amble outside to graze again.
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2. Share 11 random facts about yourself.
3. Answer the 11 questions the nominating blogger created for you.
4. List 11 bloggers who inspire you.
5. Post 11 questions for the bloggers you nominate to answer and let all the bloggers know they’ve been nominated. Don’t nominate a blogger who has nominated you.11 RANDOM FACTS