What’s The Message?

The last few weeks have been very busy for me in both of my jobs. I say “both” because while I do have a part time job that I go to four days a week, writing and illustrating have grown into another job! I’m not complaining, of course!

What are some of the things that have been going on? Well, I took the leap and bought my own ISBN’s. That is a big leap for me because it says, “I’m serious about this.” This also let me establish my own publishing imprint name: Gracie Press.

This week I received a print proof of “A Most Wondrous Place.” There are still a few edits to do, but it should be ready soon. Overall, I’m very pleased with how it looks. Of course, I still need to read it to the chickens as they have final approval over any of the stories that are published about them.

Maybe we can sit and read it together this afternoon. But I remember how they have been hinting that we need to get out and dig in the garden. They may say it’s to prepare more space for flowers and vegetables, but I know it’s to hopefully find some earthworms!

But back to what this post is mostly about. I’ve been thinking about “How To Explain Christmas To Chickens” and now “A Most Wondrous Place.” I’ve been asking myself, “What’s the message?”

Do you remember how in “How To Explain Christmas To Chickens” Pearl struggled to figure out how to be “a good normal chicken”? Do you remember how she never did figure it out, but found out it wasn’t as important as what she had thought? In the end, she discovered she was much more than good enough.

The same happens in “A Most Wondrous Place” for Gracie. She did not look like the other chicks from the beginning. She developed a lump on her side that kept her from doing what the others did, but she still danced and that is what she loved the most. She was the least likely to ever become the leader of our small backyard flock, and yet that’s exactly what happened. Like Pearl, Gracie also discovers she is much more than good enough.

And so perhaps that will be an important message in my other books too. Maybe people (both children and adults) need to know “You too are so much more than good enough.”

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Rewrite, Redesign, Reinvent

This week was not a particularly productive one for me, friends. I was not well on Wednesday or Thursday this week. Wednesday is my usual mid-week day off at work and I normally use that day to move forward with my writing and illustration tasks. But that didn’t happen this week. Towards the end of the week and then yesterday, I was able to put together today’s post offering. 

For rewriting, this is a new opening page. I have heard that you have to capture a reader’s interest from the first page. It’s my hope this beginning will accomplish that important job much better than before.

For redesigning, there is a “chicken-y” font for the chapter title and a serif font for the chapter text. Rather than having a large full-page or partial-page illustration, the title banner now includes a smaller illustration to hint at the content. I’m hoping the smaller signals the story is for a slightly older reader.

For reinventing, much more needs to happen, but I think I am getting to a better place and hopefully more willing to try new things. It has been difficult for me to write events that did not actually happen in real life to my chickens, but I am getting better. I suppose if I can talk with chickens and they can talk with me, then most anything is possible.

Perhaps there is a much broader story to tell over a series of stories. That would indeed require a huge amount of rewriting, redesigning, and reinventing.

Do I believe in the grander story? I do. Somehow I have to get Gracie onto the stage of The Paris Opera Ballet. It is our dream, and it all began with a simple “Peep!”

So I’m feeling better now and wanted to share this post with you and spend some time today catching up with my WordPress reading.

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“My Dear Little Cordon Bleu”


Today’s post comes from some trial illustration work I was doing this week on my day off. I’m hoping this villain is “just right” on the scary character scale.

“You are looking particularly tender and delicious this evening, My Dear,” said The Sewer Rat as he nervously chewed on his tail.

He had tried every trick he knew, and none had worked. This time, he was trying his best to seem kind and complimentary.

Gracie stared at him as she had always done while the others huddled together in a far corner.

“Why don’t you come out of that box he’s got you in. It is so much better out here. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Stop it,” said Gracie.

“Ah, so you can do something other than stare at me. That’s delightful. Almost as delightful as all of the wonderful things I can show you out here.”

“Go away,” said Gracie.

“Only if you will go away with me,” replied The Sewer Rat sweetly. “You can be My Dear Little Cordon Bleu.”

“I don’t know what that is,” said Gracie. “But it sounds French. Do you know more French words?”

Gracie knew immediately she had said too much, but it was too late. The Sewer Rat grinned with delight. He was sure he had snagged her with his trickery.

“It is French, just like all of the best ballet étoiles.”

“What does that word mean?”

“You dance ballet and don’t know what an étoile is?”

“How do you know I dance ballet?”

“Oh, I’ve been watching you, My Dear. I’ve been watching you for quite some time now.

“A ballet étoile like you could be transformed into the best cordon bleu. Ah, yes, My Little Cordon Bleu. Of course you could also be My Little Kiev if you like Russian ballet or My Little Moo Goo Gai Pan if you like Chinese ballet.

“The choice is yours, My Dear. Why don’t you find a way to come outside? I have beautiful plans for you. Beautiful plans indeed. We can talk about everything without the others poking their beaks into our personal business.”

“You and I, we have no personal business,” she said and turned and walked away without looking back.

There was no way for The Sewer Rat to get through the wire of their chicken run. Even though he protested about being ignored and pretended to gnaw through the metal mesh, Gracie would not show any fear. She kept thinking about how much she was loved. A heart filled with love has no place for fear.

“Have pity on me. I am not beautiful and talented like you,” he called to her.

He pretended to be terribly hurt, but Gracie knew better than to trust him.

Adieu, Mon Cherie. Adieu,” he said, and blew her a kiss. “Délicieuse.”

He sulked away across the street and slinked down into his storm drain. The chickens all breathed a sigh of relief, but they knew he was not out of plans and schemes.

That evening when I was tucking everyone in for the night, Gracie asked me, “How would you feel if I became a ballet étoile?”

Everyone leaned forward to hear what I would say.

“I would be very proud of you. That is a great honor in France. It is actually the highest honor at The Paris Opera Ballet. It would mean you are a ballet star.”

“How would you feel if I became a cordon bleu?”

Everyone leaned forward even more. The answer to this question was much more important.

“I would be sad, more sad than I’ve ever been in my life. That is not a good thing for a chicken to be. It would mean you would never dance again. It would mean that you would not be with us any more. That would break my heart.”

“I thought so!” said Bessie. “I knew being a cordon bleu was not a good thing. And I will bet neither is being a kiev or a moo goo gai pan.”

“Where did you learn all of those words? It wasn’t from me.”

“From The Sewer Rat,” they all said together.

“And he smells funny too,” added Pearl.

Everyone nodded vigorously.

“What he was saying is that he wanted to have you for dinner, but not in a good way.”

“You mean he wants to…” they all said together but were too afraid to say anything more.

“Eat you,” I said. “But that will never happen. I will never let that happen.”

“I am going to find a way to put an end to this,” said Gracie. “One of these days, he may be tricky enough to convince one of us to go outside.”

And that night while everyone slept, Gracie stayed awake and thought and thought until she had the most excellent plan ever. It would prove that chickens are brave and it would get rid of The Biggest Scary Thing in her life and the lives of her friends once and for all.

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