Authors & Illustrators Wild About Kidlit!
“To every kid who’s ever been told, “You’d be so pretty or handsome, if…” You ARE beautiful. Now. Just as you are. You deserve to
Events, classes, contests for Middle Grade and Young Adult writers for July, 2021
Inspiring read and fantastic classroom resource!
Guest Post by Jennifer Buchet My debut picture book, Little Medusa’s Hair Do-Lemma, did not begin with a wish to write about, or even incorporate,
The pickles were slippery. The jars were slippery. The floors were slippery. Delightfully heartwarming and hilarious, Sloth and Squirrel in a Pickle by Cathy Ballou
It’s not often that you see a picture book on the banned book list but Ian and Sarah Hoffman, authors of the Jacob books, are
As writers, any of us would be horrified to discover we submitted a query letter or manuscript baring/bearing an incorrect homophone. To help you avoid such mortification, TRICKY HOMOPHONES will reveal (and explain) ten of the trickiest pairs and trios.
When I was a child in the eighties, there was almost nothing that made me happier than locking myself away in my bedroom or playroom,
When I picked up Goblin by Eric Grissom and Will Perkins, the fantastical illustrations immediately sucked me in. Filled with light and darkness that illuminate
In April of 2020 a remarkable picture book was released into the world. Inspired by the author’s childhood experience, the story follows the life cycle
Events, classes, contests for Middle Grade and Young Adult writers for July, 2021
Critiquing the work of others brings an ultra-awareness to the all-encompassing task of writing picture books. With fresh eyes, you present considerations and questions for others that are important to think about in your own writing, too. But when it comes to critiquing your own stories, fresh eyes are harder to come by.
The year 2020 did such a bang-up job on so many writers that here were are, nearly halfway through 2021, and most of us are
He opened his eyes to find himself in a large room, although how large, he couldn’t tell, darkness swallowing up the corners. It was dimly
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