Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Out at Sea


Two summers ago I went to Mystic, Connecticut. We visited the Mystic Seaport which is a port with museums, fun activities, and whaling boats! As I come to the nautical part of my book I am brought back to Mystic Seaport for some nautical knowledge. I came across Captain George Comer, who was a foster kid! and Captain, (first set sail at age 17), and anthropologist (extensively studied the Inuit!) All three fit my book. 

http://www.mysticseaport.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=home.viewpage&page_id=0E0A66FA-65B8-D398-73AF33D5C768027A

Captain George Comer: By the Numbers

Some of the amazing statistics Comer accumulated during his 14 Arctic voyages:

  • Typical voyage length: 27 months
  • Total time away from home, 1875-1919: 23 years
  • Number of surviving journals and notebooks: 30
  • Number of photographs taken: 300
  • Number of sound recordings made: 65
  • Number of Inuit artifacts collected for museums: 4,000
  • Number of plaster life masks made: 300
  • Close calls: 2 shipwrecks, 2 near-drownings and 1 attempted shooting
Comer on a ladder

Details about the schooner Era's voyage to Hudson Bay, 1903-05:

  • Number of crew members: 20
  • In pounds, amount of bread brought along: 21,803
  • In pounds, amount of coffee brought along: 1,900Comer's men
  • In pounds, amount of sugar brought along: 1,982
  • In Fahrenheit, coldest temperature registered
    during their stay in Hudson Bay:
     -53 degrees
  • In feet, thickness of ice measured: 6' 3"

Another helpful site is this one I came across early one morning. The Bounty Blog that follow Tall Ship Bounty on an adventure sailing this summer along the East coast from Florida, above Nova Scotia.  


To help know the tides...

And, in case I want my characters to hitch a ride on some cargo
http://www.panynj.gov/port/ocean-shipping-schedules.cfm


A  live view of Nanasquan Inlet, NJ to get the feel of the ocean as I am writing

http://www.surfchex.com/manasquan-web-cam.php

Monday, March 18, 2013

Don't Go It Alone

Whoever heard of a great Baker without the help of an oven.
Or the momentous Speech with out the help of a mouth.
Or the Swimmer without water to glide in.
Or the man who doesn't pray.
For only the fool thinks he can do it alone.
For you see, we do nothing a lone.
The writer has his pen.
The Entrepreneur has his customers.
The best Cardiologist uses an EKG machine.
The Pianist would be nothing with out the keys.
The Child his mother.
God has his prophets.
The Greats all had support.
They didn't go it alone. 

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Have you ever been cut down?

In order for a fruit tree to bear fruit it must be pruned. I moved into a house in New Jersey that had two beautiful apple trees. However, the apple trees had not been pruned in at least 20 years. The trees had become a sore sight with what appeared to be warts. It would bear apples, but they were all small and deformed.

The trees were nothing but a sore sight and a  nuisance.  In the fall time I cursed the apples my family and I would have to pick up, bags and bags of smashed bee infested apples. We would have some fun throwing the apples into the creek, but overall, it was not a well liked chore.  My kids paid the price many times with a bee sting. And the wood chucks got their fair share of small deformed apples. We tried making apple crisp with the few good apples it yielded. I would find the tiny edible apples, which was very few and have to cut out a bug or two. It was a fun try to a little dish of apple crisp.

If the trees had been pruned and cut down, they would have known their full potential. I talked to gardeners and they said they were too big to prune. I did cut one low branch and it started with little sprouts all over. It wanted to be an good apple tree. We ended up cutting down one of the trees and left the other.

 I went back to school and got a BA in English. I wanted to be a librarian, but it would have cost too much money to continue going to school. So, I loved kids and thought of teaching. I took the necessary classes in New Jersey for the alternate teaching degree. I finished and just needed to teach one year and I would have my teaching certificate. No jobs were available. Soon I had to move to New Mexico and there my teaching classes would not be accepted. I had to start over. I took a reading class and passed. Took my tests and passed. Then we had to move to Utah for my husbands job. There I left the possibility of having a teaching certificate. I have in the mean time, started writing. I frankly do not want to take the route of teaching and have changed my mind. If I had gotten the job in NJ and had my teaching degree, I am sure that is what I would be doing now. I am happy to be writing and look forward to someday, seeing my potential as a writer. I hope it doesn't turn out like the teaching degree!

 In life we get cut down like the apple tree. We get mad at why we had to be cut back and don't understand.  But We don't know our full potential. The master gardener does.












Saturday, January 5, 2013

Where is the Black Hero in Literature for Teens?

Disclaimer:
I am not suggesting there are race problems in America. In fact, we need to realize there is less racism than we think. Focus on the good. An interesting book on American view on race is :  Negrophilia: From Slave Block to Pedestal—America's Racial Obsession

I love literature. I love heroes and heroines. I once had a foster child that was two years old from Liberia. He was with us for two years. The one thing I wished he had was a black hero to look up to. At the time children had Harry Potter, Alex Rider, and most Super Heroes are Caucasian i.e. Spider-man, Thor, The Hulk. We need a black hero!

Our little boy stayed with us for two years and forever changed our lives and the way we look at the lives of others. I stay in touch with him and talk to his mother over the phone on Tango. She shares stories from Africa and shares that she misses Africa. She has been in the United States since about the age of 10 and still misses Africa! This surprises me because everyone wants to come to the United States, right? The United States isn't everything if you don't have help and support or family. She misses her family most of all. She said in Africa they help each other- in American we are expected to do everything by ourselves. This is hard for a single mother!

I now have a African American girl I have adopted. Her roots are in Louisiana and Cuba. The history of Cuba and blacks is very interesting and another story. But, her roots are now with us. And I want her to love herself for her differences i.e. kinky hair, brown skin, wide nose, full lips and a beautiful round bottom!
I don't want her to desire straight hair, fair skin, or less of her body. She is beautiful and I want her to love herself. I love every thing about her curled eyelashes to her brown toes.

The one thing literature is missing is a good black hero and/or heroine. My story did not begin with, "hmm...how can I have a black hero." It came about very naturally and I like it that way.  I started with my husbands roots, Native American. He is Apache, but I have chosen the Inuit of Greenland. The suicide rate is another story and I would like to work that into the novel. Greenland has the highest suicide rate in the world. I have heard once that you don't want to have one of each race in your story. Well, I have broke that rule. I have an African, an African American, Inuit, and a stuttering Caucasian. I love my story and know that others will too.

Our next generation is much more open about race and difference. Sometimes I feel that Caucasian families are taught to not look at color- color blindness. Instead, we should notice color and embrace it. We can't pretend we are all the same color. We are different and it is why we are beautiful. Having one of each character fits this generation because that is what is at school. There is more integration of races at school, they have friends of different colors and there should be one of each!

One other fact is that foster kids are an enigma to other kids. No one wants to say, "hey, I am a foster kid." We are afraid of what we do not know. Hopefully, other kids would not have such a stereotype for foster kids or fear them.

Statistics:
Foster kids facts

Every year, approximately 30,000 young people leave the foster care system without lifelong families – most at age 18.
There are more than 400,000 children and youth in the foster care system. 

Young adults aged 18 to 25 with serious psychological distress were less likely than other adults with serious psychological distress to have received mental health services: 29.4% of those aged 18 to 25; 47.2% of those aged 26 to 49, and 53.8% of those aged 50 or older with past year serious psychological distress received mental health services in the past year.

In fact, data from the Adoption and Foster Care Analysis and Reporting System (AFCARS) show that between the ages of 8 and 9, the probability that a child will continue to wait in foster care exceeds the probability that the child will be adopted. Further, the number of children in this older age group is growing, now representing almost half of the children waiting to be adopted nationally.

New Jersey's facts of Children awaiting adoption: Mostly Black for the state of NJ.
click here

2011
Alaska Native / American Indian<.1
Asian 0.3
Black 47.7
Native Hawaiian / Other Pacific Islander<.1
Hispanic (of any race)18.3
White 24.6
Two or More Races 4.4
Unknown 4.5
Missing Data 0.0


Monday, December 3, 2012

Why Be a Writer?


Why I write:

1.) love challenges
2.) found out I loved to read books
3.) Actually learned the English Rules from Shirley English (yea, the kids curriculum. She sings songs too.."A verb shows action there's no doubt, like sing and shout...")

I never, ever, thought I would have the desire to write. I went to college and my first writing class I barely got a C.( I was 16 years old by the way, and hated high school, that is another story). My teacher never liked anything I wrote. Of course I thought it was great! I remember one time I went to class without my English book and the teacher told me to leave the class until I got my book. I hadn't purchased it because I didn't have the money yet, and I was trying not to use my credit card. Well, I left class and decided to use my credit card and went right back to class. She didn't have anything to say when I walked in with my book and maybe that is why I got a C in the class.

I don't remember every reading a great book in school. I don't remember reading much at all. When I started reading with my kids I was opened up to a whole new world. The first chapter book I read with my son was "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea." I loved it! I started reading picture book to chapter books, and then I actually read my first adult novel. I found that I prefer the Young Adult genre. I love children's books! I started back to college in 2000 and didn't know what I wanted to do. I just kept taking classes and then I took a Children's Literature course. I loved it. I kept the book. "Through the Eyes of a Child." Then I just kept taking whatever Literature courses I could find...Jane Austin (never heard of her before that. I know sad.) American Literature, African Literature. I succumbed to the love of words on paper.

I think that I like challenges in life. If someone tells me I can't do it, then I try harder. I starting liking English when I started teaching my kids English. Now I understood a run on sentence, a prepositional phrase, and why we don't say double negative with the wrong pronoun, "He don't know nobody." (not that I use to write like that, but I am one of those that has to be told something more than, just because.)



Although, this time I had nothing but support from my hubby. He always told me I could do it.


I printed it all out! 99 pages! Single space. I am so exciting. I have started the editing phase after letting it rest for a week. I tried to let it rest two weeks,  but I am short on time. I want to be done before Christmas. I want to read it to my kids. I don't know how people can write a chapter at a time and let people read it because there are so many changes. Maybe I am just a really bad writer? I find it so fun to put all the connections together and add new concepts.

After that it is off to the agents! I need a list. I know the the new book with agents is out. I don't know if I will go off my list or get the book? I still wished I had the moula to make it to NY for the SCBWI Conference. But that will not be happening. That's okay. Until the next post, which may not be until February, wish me luck. If you never hear from me...I was horribly rejected and started a new project. If I muster up enough pride to come back on I will let you know. I just can 't stop writing because I like it too much!

By the way, I was always voted best improved in what ever I tried to do. Speech class, writing class. So, I wish I could just start out the best, but that is the fun of adventures, getting better. It would be boring if I was great to start out with, right? Okay, that is what I tell myself.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Vikings and Native Americans: Synopsis of My First YA Novel

http://www.lastwordonnothing.com/2010/07/28/vikings-in-the-canadian-arctic/

This article is right up my ally! I love Patricia Sutherland because she is my hero when it comes to piecing together history. She is on a hunch and I am on a fiction hunch. My story is hers. Her story is mine.  I put my story together on this: the Vikings meet the Native American. I am passionate about the Native Americans because my hubby is one, and I am passionate about Vikings because its in my blood. I thought...wouldn't it be great to see the Vikings and Natives come together. And so this is the basis of my book.


Synopsis:


 There is a clue in the hands of Derek, a boy from Liberia. He has come to America and his mother has died. Another clue lies in the hands of a Native, Philbert, who is Derek Foster dad. He finds out that his ancestor was banished from the Inuit tribe because of a bad omen. Philbert, Derek and Fiona, a foster sister,  are on their way to Northern Canada. Nobody believes them and there is a curse that is about to be broken on the Beserkers, along with the underground that will be rising to take over and plunder the earth. They need to find out what the amulets means and the way to stop the bats form haunting them. Who are the bats? What do they want? And the legendary question will be answered. Did the Vikings meet the Natives? Maybe we wished we didn't ever have to know.

Other related articles:

http://www.spirasolaris.ca/sbb4g1bv2.html

http://www.civilization.ca/research-and-collections/research/resources-for-scholars/essays-1/archaeology-1/patricia-sutherland/dorset-norse-interactions-in-the-canadian-eastern-arctic/

And the National Geographic this month: http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/ (November 2012)


Friday, September 28, 2012

J.K. Rowling

WHAT'S NEW ON JKROWLING.COM

http://januarymagazine.com/profiles/jkrowling.html

This is a fun article that talks about her writing style and having the desire to finish. I like hearing where the idea came from for books. As for Harry, he is a lot like Joanna Kathleen. I like to research authors and get inspiration from their stories. It was Oprah's interview that said she submitted it to 13 publishers and her agent told her she would never make money writing children books!
The hardest part is getting published! It was fun to watch Jay Asher's blog on the day he found out he was getting published. He celebrated with his child and wife and went to his parents house to tell them. So exciting. But I am not sure if I should mention Jay with J.K.

Now, J.K. Rowling has written her Adult book, The Casual Vacancy! It has done good. She had proved that she can do it all! Did people doubt? Yes, some did. It is not every one that can do it. There are a lot of one hit wonders.

A first novel is an interesting, unique piece of work. It is the work of a person that is true and honest, with out the full confidence that it is going to see publishing. A second novel must have a different feeling, meaning,  you have a bit more confidence and may be a little more daring. Maybe it is a more of the true nature of an authors work? We will see because from all the reviews of Rowlings book say it is a little riskay.

http://www.cnn.com/2012/09/27/world/europe/jk-rowling-book-release/index.html

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Little Books, Big Change

Wild Animals I Have Known [with Biographical Introduction]


I lived in New Mexico for nine months and had never heard of Ernest Seton!

Ernest Seton, born August 1860, in England. He made his way to Canada and then to the Western Frontier in the 1893. He was hired to kill wolves, actually one wolf in particular, Lobo. The locals of this Ranch called Cross L, in Northwester New Mexico wanted Lobo DEAD.   That menacing beast that would kill their farm animals. And it was in New Mexico that his life would change, and his determination to kill the wolf would turn to helping the wolf.

Lobo had a girlfriend, Blanca. Seton successfully captured Blanca. The following morning he found her, with Lobo near by and shot and killed Blanca.  Lobo howled relentlessly that night. He began coming uncomfortably close to Seton's cabin. Seton had a plan. He used Blanca's scent as bait to real in Lobo.  Multiple traps were set up around the perimeter of his cabin. It worked. The following morning he found Lobo with traps on three feet and he was helpless. Seton did not kill Lobo. He had a change of heart, when a man sees that an animal has characteristic,and understand love, and loss/ When a man can relate to an animal/ something happens.  Not all men do this and for a man to go from killer/ hunter to conservationist for an animal is enough for people to stop and listen. Seton took Lobo home and he lived two days. Lobo seemed to have submitted to Seton, but also, given up and died of a broken heart.

Watch The Wolf That Changed America on PBS. See more from Nature.

I like this story, of course, because it encompasses the reason I began to like and understand the power of literature. The written word is powerful. It has the power to lead a country in another direction. I believe it is not by fate or chance that an author's work changes the direction of one life or many lives. It is divine intervention. For instance, Harriet Beecher Stowe's Uncle Tom's Cabin is the epitome of this divine intervention.

America took on a new approach to the wild beast of this new land called America. The Conservation Movement was ushered in with the publication of his book, and other factors during the time. 1850-1920
The following page in the Library of Congress is interesting regarding this movement.
http://www.loc.gov/teachers/classroommaterials/connections/conservation/history.html

Other Accomplishment not to be forgotten:
Seton establish Woodcraft Indians League 1902
Seton was one of the founders of Boy Scouts of American 1910

Friday, February 10, 2012

My problem with writing...

1. I get distracted by reading other peoples blogs
2. I start over again and again and again

Solutions:

1. Stop reading other peoples blogs, (until I have written that day).
2. Do not allow myself to start over. When I am done I can edit as much as I want!

Problem solved:

I will let you know. I have written more than in the past. I already have had to stop myself from starting over about twice. I want to read some blogs, but it really won't do me any good as far as finishing my YA novel!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Everybody listen to this!

I needed to hear this! I have been a member of SCBWI for almost a year and I have not gone to one meeting. I tell myself I am too busy, or I don't have enough written to go, and I am worried about meeting other people that write. I have re-started my YA novel 8 times. I want to restart again, but I keep telling myself to just keep writing. Like the little engine...just keep writing...just keep writing. Or like Dora on Finding Nemo...Just keep swimming, just keep swimming. You get the point. I am going to finish.

Ira Glass on Storytelling from David Shiyang Liu on Vimeo.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Rockefeller Center Miracle Tree of 2008


Once upon a time Mary Kremper took her first steps onto American soil. It was a hot and humid August day. She paused as she stepped off the vessel in awe. New York was a sight to behold. The dust did not give a hint of the deep depression that would come to take America by suprise. Her seventeen year old vocabulary did not know a word of English. “Itt vagyok,” she whipered. I am here.
Mary had two dimes in her wool coat pocket. She kept them in her left pocket because she had a hole in her right pocket. She wondered the streets of New York for three days. It was overwhelming. She slept on the side of the store until the owner told her to get out or else she would call the orphanage. She only wanted to come to New York, like a rebellious teen running away, she did not have a plan.
That is when she was on a corner watching the people cross the street when Sandra was picking up her laundry. She noticed Mary on the corner. Sandra noticed something about Mary's stout figure. She returned with her bag and asked Mary if she had anywhere to go. Sandra asked her if she would like to come home with her. Mary did not have to think about it, she clutched Sandra's arm and off they went. Sandra offered Mary a job cooking in the kitchen. Sandra family enjoyed Mary's German Hungarian cooking.
Sandra adopted Mary into her family. Sandra’s family was known as the Hilton’s. They were of German Hungary descendants. Mary learned English easily. Sandra’s brother worked in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. He knew of a Hungarian gardener that worked for him in Titusville. He told Sandra that he was a good gardener with talent. Sandra did not care about the green thumb, she wanted to introduce the two Hungarians. “We need to introduce Mary to Joseph,” Mary told her brother with the excitement.
Sandra invited Joseph over for dinner with her brother. Joseph Varanyak was born in the United States. However his family had moved back to Hungary when he was three. When he was seventeen he learned he was from America and he headed back to find his future. They introduced Mary and Joseph and it was instantaneous. Joseph had never seen simplicity and beauty as he saw under Mary’s navy felt hat held tightly with hatpins. She saw his hard working hands and memories of her father’s farm in Hungary flooded her day dreams. They only spoke in Hungarian. Talking English was fun, but talking in her tongue was natural. They arranged to be married three months later. Three seemed to be her lucky number.
One month after they were married they received a wonderful gift from Joseph’s boss. Conrad Hilton purchased Joseph and Mary their first piece of land. “You are talented with your hands. Put your mind and hands to work and build a tree farm,” Conrad advised Joseph. Joseph did and the Farm came to be known in Mercer County, New Jersey as the Varanyak Farm.
It was 1931 and Mary and Joseph were about to celebrate their first Christmas on the Varanyak Farm. They strolled toward the back of the property relishing this moment of their first Christmas. Joseph was the gardener; however, he was not the one that spotted the tree. “This is the tree, it’s perfect,” She told Joseph.
Joseph went to work to unearth the 4 foot Norway Spruce. They carried it to their home in a bucket. Decorating it was a delight, even during the Great Depression. After Christmas, Mary and Joseph planted it outside their home. Mary bore a son three years later, then twin boys. She continued to care for the tree. Cow manure was the main ingredient. Mary went to the tree to share her cares, tears, fears, pain, happiness and dreams.
In 1933 Mary remembered hearing about the first Rockefeller Tree in New York. She did not dare say it out loud. One day my little Norway Spruce will make it to New York. Little did she know that the first Rockefeller tree happened in 1931 by construction workers decorating it with tin cans and scrap paper.
Her pain came with the debilitating accident of her oldest son. He suffered a construction accident and she had to make the heart breaking decision to admit him permanently to a nursing home.
Mary and Joseph taught their twin sons, Bill and Bob, how to run the farm. “Mom, what are you doing with that cow manure?” Bill and Bob asked their mom. Mary would stir and liquefy the manure in a bucket for the tree. "Feeding the tree. This tree is going to be in New York one day!" The tree continued to grow; meanwhile, Bill and Bob grew up. They graduated in 1952 and worked for their father. The Norway Spruce that was once 4 feet was now a little more than 20 feet tall.
Mary lived another 46 years. Her husband, Joseph passed and the boys took care of the farm. Bill did some traveling around the world, but eventually returned home. In 1998 Mary Kemper Varanyak passed. She did not get to see her tree make it to New York.
Dreams do not die. Bill and Bob continued working the Varanyak Farm. One March Day in 2008, Bill noticed a helicopter hovering their property. Little did he know they had spotted their mother's tree. Two days later, the late David Morvak knocked on their door and said, “I think your tree would look great at the Rockefeller Center!” Bill and Bob were astatic. The tree was about to go to New York, from country to City, just as their mother had done in 1929.
December came quickly with a snow storm early. Bill looked out the back door one morning after the snow storm and saw a blue bird sitting on the Norway Spruce. The blue bird was rare in the middle of winter, especially after a snow storm. The next day came and the blue bird was still there. The blue bird stayed for 3 days in the 72 foot spruce. Then after the third day came, the trucks and chainsaw showed up. The blue bird was gone. Mary had continued her lucky three day trend. The boys knew the tree was happily on its way to New York. However, the tree did not have to wait three days to find direction. A New York City Parade awaited the tree!


By Jessica F. Ivins
Thank you to Bill Varanyak for the telephone interview in September 2011

This is non-fiction, however, there were some added information to clarify the story. I was not sure what vessel she came over to NY in or what she said when she got here. Bob said it was the Queen Mary, but it did not land here until 1936. Needless to say, Mary Kemper did land in NY and wonder the streets for three days. Their older brother did have an accident. Mary did want the tree in Rockefeller center. The tree was found by the famous helicoptor eyes of David Morvak, and the rest is history.