I was a young child when my family drove from the east coast to northern North Dakota. We gathered with relatives at my grandfather’s farm for Christmas.
There were no kids near my age, so I explored this new world on my own. “Winter’s Child”, my new book, has roots in this experience.
"She played in deep snowdrifts as tall as her head,
And flew down the hills on her small wooden sled.
"HOW CAN ONE CHILD She built snow castles with icicle towers.
END THE LONG, FIERCE WINTER?" She played all alone for hours and hours."
A dozen relatives crowded close on the circular bench while a blanket covered the entrance. Candlelight added flickering shadows.
Within this primitive cave, I felt connected to generations of family and to our world.
*Village Huts in WINTER'S CHILD*
One day, I folded a piece of paper and cut out a fanciful snowflake with leaping dolphins. A story grew in my mind.
I wrote the fairytale but needed more fantasy flakes to complete the book.
*FIRST PAPER FANTASY FLAKE* (Yes, I'm surprised it survived, too. :-) )
Now I realized that this story needed to be in rhyme,
like an ancient tale shared by firelight.
I soon learned that if one line
can’t properly rhyme with the next line,
you need to start over with a whole new stanza. Yay.
*LEAPING WHALE FLAKE*
What size should the book be?
7.5 inch wide X 9.25 inch high allows for generous margins, with room for illustration and text on each page.
The 14 point font is easy on the eyes.
*SEAL-OF-APPROVAL SNOWFLAKE* (Everyone needs a seal of approval!)
The fanciful flakes looked lost on a page;
they needed frames to hold them.
I drew boxes, printed the book,
and studied the empty frame above each poem.
What would capture the essence?
I wanted stylized pix with a feel of
stained glass windows.
*DOLPHIN & JAGUAR FLAKES*
and began to draw, but . . .
How do you draw the Wind?
How do you draw a T. rex cloud that's shifting apart?
I removed cloud limbs, made marshmallow teeth, and made the cloud more fluffy in humorous contrast to the dangerous, sharp-edged predator.
*T. rex CLOUD Falling Apart*
Now the poem and pix were finished.
Even better: the very last word of the poem-story is . . . “end”! :-)
At last, the cover! Mariah and Wind are playing amongst the bare trees.
One ancient tree wraps around the spine, connecting the covers.
in rhyming verse with fanciful illustrations.
It’s a story of the power of friendships,
which truly do change the world.
I hope you enjoy this book as much as it challenged me
to properly complete my “once upon a time.”
Thanks to all who helped. Thanks for stopping by!
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