WORDS…With a Dash of SABOR


 I CAN’T BEGIN TO SPECULATE HOW MANY REJECTIONS I’VE RECEIVED OVER THE COURSE OF MY CAREER. At one point, before I had any book manuscripts accepted, it was 2 1/2 Xerox boxes full–some form, some good (meaning the editor wrote something personal and encouraging). There was one that said simply, “This really stinks.” (Seriously, it happened. Admittedly, that one stung.) While the form rejections don’t teach you much, sometimes the “good rejections” are worth studying. The editor may tell you that the characters are too thinly drawn or that the plot needs more complications or that your story just won’t work on their list. Those are things to consider–consider, not necessarily to act on. I did ask an editor once what she meant by edgy, a term she used in her rejection, and she admitted she didn’t know, but “I know it when I see it and like it.” I have been skeptical of the term ever since. I recall one nonfiction rejection I received where the editor said, “Why would I publish this? Nobody has even heard of that person.” The same manuscript received another rejection from another editor that said, “The topic is too narrow.” I read the manuscript again, decided these two editors didn’t know what they were talking about (or at least they weren’t the right editors for the project), and submitted it to another editor. The book went on to win starred reviews and major awards when it was published.

When I was doing a lot of school visits, I used to ask for a book’s ephemera (“dead matter” in publishing parlance) to be sent to me so I could share it with children. One editor accidentally sent along with it her note to the editorial director: “Here’s another one from your boy, Larry Dane Brimner. Do you think we should take a chance on it?” (Explanation: When you have been writing as long as I, you sometimes have more than one contact at a publisher and, in this case, I did.) Well, it wasn’t a rejection, because they accepted the book and it went on to sell 75,000+ copies, but still…..I’m sure the editor would cringe if she knew she’d sent it, and I was a bit taken aback when I read it. (On the other hand, when a publisher sent me another writer’s royalty statement I found that intriguing!) Just proves we all make mistakes.

As writers, we deal with rejection all the time (at least most of us), and it is important to figure out what, if anything, we can learn about our writing when an editor takes the time to include a brief note. Sometimes we learn it’s not the right house or not an editor with the same creative vision (or even any vision). Sometimes we realize we need to sharpen our skills or focus on characterization or intensify the plot or recast the story structure. When we can learn something from editorial comments, we should learn. But realize that as writers, we are creators and sometimes it takes a turn or two around the block before our creative vision finds its editorial audience. (Or as somebody once said to me, “I wish you could illustrate because it’s as plain as day what you’re doing here, and I don’t see why they’re [the editors who were rejecting it] not getting it.” I sometimes wonder if Uri Shulevitz, the master of picture books, would ever have gotten anything published had he not also been an illustrator. )


AS WE ROLL INTO 2018, I want to pass on a bit of advice that has sustained me for over 30 years in this business: MAKE A GOAL LIST AT THE START OF EACH YEAR. This is something I routinely do, and it’s important to post it in a place where you’ll see it every day when you go to your writing space. Mine is posted on a magnetic board above my computer. The list doesn’t have to be long, or even all that specific. It just has to be present to remind you of what you hope to accomplish during the year. The one I posted for 2017 had only three items on it. It also isn’t imperative that you complete each item on your list. Of the three items on my 2017 list, I accomplished only one. But I also accomplished a couple of things not on the list, so that was a plus. At the end of the year, I rejoice in those things I achieved and evaluate the ones I did not. Do I still think they’re important enough to roll over to 2018? Maybe. Maybe not.



NEWS BULLETIN JUST IN: TWELVE DAYS IN MAY (9781629795867) has been selected as a Top 10 Diverse Book for Middle-Grade and Older readers by Booklist. This news will appear in the February Booklist issue.


. . . OR featured at your Christmas Eve book exchange.  Two books I hope you’ll find are Puppy & Bear: The First Day of School and Twelve Days in May: Freedom Ride 1961. For the younger set (ages 3-7): All summer long, Puppy and Bear play hide-and-seek under the oak trees, fly down the lane on Bear’s bike with Puppy’s ears flapping in the breeze like a bird’s wings, and pretend to be pirates. But when Bear starts school in the fall, everything changes. Suddenly, Puppy feels abandoned, alone, and lonely. (“Fits the bill for readers whose own best buds have been lost to school.” – -Kirkus Reviews)


For history buffs (or anyone with an interest in Civil Rights), May 4, 1961, should be significant. Thirteen activists–men and women, young and old, black and white–board two buses in Washington, D.C., bound for New Orleans, Louisiana. They plan to reach that city by May 17 to help celebrate the seventh anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court’s Brown v. Board of Education decision. Their mission is clear. The laws prohibiting segregation on buses crossing state lines and at bus stations are being violated. These nonviolent Freedom Riders are determined to draw attention to the laws’ lack of enforcement. But as their journey takes them deeper into the South over the course of twelve days, their peaceful protest turns violent. This is their story. (Starred reviews: Booklist & School Library Journal)



. . . FIRST PARTY. How to tell the difference and why it matters to authors and illustrators.

Books that are sold through Amazon and other online retailers through third-parties are done so with NO BENEFIT to the creators of those titles. On a typical book, the author and illustrator split 10% of the retail price–5% to the author and 5% to the illustrator. When a book is purchased through a third-party–sometimes advertised as “used” or “almost new”–the share going to the book’s creator(s) is 0%. To put it another way, on a $15.00 book, the author and illustrator each will receive 75-cents, BUT ONLY IF IT’S A FIRST-PARTY PURCHASE. How can the consumer tell the difference? Here’s an example from Amazon.com. Just above the “Add to Cart” button, you will see the following: “Ships from and sold by Amazon.com.” This indicates it is a first-party sale and will benefit the creators of the title. On the other hand, you may see the following:  Sold by (any name other than the Amazon). This indicates the sale will not benefit the book’s creators. The exception to this is if the author or illustrator has set up his/her own online outlet, in which case, they usually make it obvious that the merchandise is theirs and original to them.

Admittedly, when doing research for my historical nonfiction titles, I sometimes have to resort to purchasing from third-party sources because the materials I’m seeking are so old that there aren’t first-party sources available. But if your intent is to buy a wonderful gift and also benefit its creators, then please make certain you are purchasing from a first-party retailer.

22 YEARS OLD . . .

. . . AND COUNTING! Twenty-two years ago MERRY CHRISTMAS, OLD ARMADILLO made its debut on the publishing stage to a starred review in School Library Journal. The best Christmas present ever would be to see it reach the ripe old age of twenty-five. You might help. “How?” you ask, and I’m so happy you did. Between now and December 10, you might order a copy from your local independent bookseller or favorite online bookshop. (Be sure you are NOT ordering the book from a third-party (“used”) or it won’t trigger a count at the publisher, and the sooner you order the better.) Here’s one place you might order from:  http://www.booksamillion.com/p/Merry-Christmas-Old-Armadillo/Larry-Dane-Brimner/9781563973543?id=7116256365142.  (Those at Amazon and B&N all seem to be third-party books.) I can’t tell you how much it would mean to me to get this book about love and friendship back into the hands of young readers.


With heartfelt thanks,



HELLO, Friends. One of the delights of writing books for young people comes in the form of postcards, notes, and letters from the “fans”–the readers of my books. Sometimes amusing, sometimes poignant, always appreciated. When I visit a school, I usually like to leave behind a trinket or two for those who have been kind and helpful. This year I’ve taken to leaving behind a heart with wings. Made by friend and ceramic artist Laurie Adams, they are a reminder to pay it forward. When I distribute them, I always ask the recipients to pass them on when they notice somebody being kind. Today I received three notecards from a kindergarten class I visited recently. I’d like to share them with you.

Dear Mr. Brimner,

I love all of your books. I hope you have fun making them. Thank you from my heart for the heart. It is so special to me.

Your friend,

Dear Mr. Brimner,

I would like to give you a present. I would like to give you a rainbow to give you happiness. I would like to give you a heart to thank you for the heart.

Your friend,

Dear Mr. Brimner,

I like your outfit. I like the heart with wings you gave me for being kind. I like your glasses.

Your friend,

Sometimes kids send me original stories. What struck me about the one I’m about to share with you is how sharply it defines the human condition. In a sense, it is sad that it isn’t more hopeful. It is called . . .


Once there was a rainbow and it was really bright.

A leprechaun was at the other end of it.

A human walked by and tried to find some gold from the leprechaun.

The leprechaun found and hid his gold.

The leprechaun tried to hide his gold in his house, but the human found the house and stole all of the leprechaun’s gold.

The End.

Be kind to one another, friends.


Hello, Friends. I’ve just returned from Humboldt County’s Children’s Author Festival in California. It’s a glamorous life, this writing life. Or at least that’s what a lot of my non-writer friends think. We writers travel hither and yon. We’re pampered and fed. We’re chauffeured to and fro. But here’s what it’s really like.

Most of us rise in the wee hours of the morn to catch those early (and sometimes cheaper) flights to our destinations (Who needs a private Lear, right?), so that by the time we arrive for the evening wine-and-cheese reception with the public we’re running on Starbucks coffee or tea (sometimes it’s Peet’s), M&M’s, and adrenaline. We engage in small-talk, which for introverts (i.e., most of us) is demanding. We catch a few hours sleep, rising early to meet with our readers–in this case, children in schools, where we manage to muster enough strength to chase down all the equipment we’ll need (because nobody has thought to do a sound-check before our arrival to make sure everything is in place and in working order) and then we give three to five high-energy, engaging presentations. We also respond to poignant and deeply-thought-out questions such as, Do you have a dog? or How old are you? or I like your glasses (which, of course, isn’t a question at all). Our chauffeur–usually a retired teacher or librarian–shuttles us in the limousine–often an SUV or Prius or sometimes a battered, malodorous pickup truck–back to our hotel where we crash for a couple of hours before dashing off to that evening’s dinner. If we’re lucky, we get to sit with at least a few fellow authors so we can catch up because most of us don’t see each other that often, but sometimes we’re assigned to the little chairs and little tables and the knee-huggers because, after all, we write for children. Sometimes the chauffeur is a parent volunteer, which necessitates the removal of trace elements of childhood before we authors can manage a perch in the interior of the vehicle. And at some point, we have to speak before fellow adults. Most of us would rather face a hairy herd of charging tarantulas or a firing squad than speak to other grown-ups. Young people are our audience! But with half a Valium or a small dose of Lorazepam we manage to come off as cool, calm, and collected (if somewhat giddy)–as if public speaking comes to us as naturally as solitude and writing. And there you have it, the secret world of children’s authors.


(Larry presenting, I guess)

Seriously and with apologies for the exaggerations (sort of) and compilations (Yeah, there’s a little bit of Texas, Iowa, and points remembered but unknown thrown in there), I wouldn’t trade any of the above for the 9-to-5, 3-martini-lunch routine of an executive. We are pampered and well-cared-for (especially in Humboldt County), but it’s not the glam-life that most non-writers imagine or would appreciate. And it allows me ample time to retreat within myself to be a creative, and a creative is who I am.








oI’ve been away from the journal for a while. I needed some time to reflect, to ponder, and to dive into some research for a future book. But during my time away, I have been able to consider the many people for whom I’m thankful and who helped along the way. It was in 1984–a lifetime away it seems now–that I decided to take a plunge. I had been writing since my college days (well, for as long as I can remember) and having things published here and there–the California Highway Patrolman, San Diego Home/Garden magazine, the Seattle Post-Intelligencer, Sunset magazine, Country Living magazine, NCTE’s English Journal, and numerous poetry journals. But in my heart of hearts, I wanted to write books for young people. So in 1984 at the age of 34, I walked away from my classroom. It was a risky decision. I had some savings in the bank, three or four credit cards that carried no balances, a roof over my head, and a car that was paid for, but no guarantee that any editor would be interested in what I wrote…or wanted to write…or would agree to write (which was just about anything at all). The driving force in my decision was that I didn’t want to reach the age of 40 and not have tried. I didn’t want to reach the age of 60 and wonder Could I have achieved my dream? And so I took that plunge.

I continued to write for magazines and newspapers after I left my high school classroom, but in 1986 I sold my first children’s book–a nonfiction title called BMX Freestyle–to Franklin Watts, Inc. In the interim, my delightful friend and former professor, Dr. Paul Erickson, had recommended me for a position that opened at San Diego State University. Reluctantly, I agreed to fill in on a temporary basis–one semester. That semester turned into a long-term teaching gig until 1992. By then, I was thinking that this writing thing was going to work out, but still there were slim years. My editor, Frank Sloan, was so happy with BMX Freestyle (it became a best-selling title)–that he wanted more titles along the same line and came up with ideas when my mind drew a blank. Footbagging, Karate. Snowboarding. Rock Climbing. I became the maven of individual sports. Russell Primm picked up after Frank left the company and together we expanded my writing repertoire. He was followed by the wonderful Mark Friedman. Russell and Mark introduced me to Children’s Press and Rookie Readers and fought for this writers’ royalties and escalations (which made it possible for me to continue to write and keep a roof over my head). Sandra Jordon became my first picture book editor at Orchard Books, followed by Simone Kaplan at HarperCollins. Laura Godwin bought my first chapter book at Henry Holt, while Kent Brown and Larry Rosler of Boyds Mills Press helped me introduce the world to Max & Felix, the “odd couple” of children’s literature. More recently, Marilyn Brigham, of Two Lions, helped me bring Puppy & Bear to life.

Soon approaching my fourth decade of full-time writing, the number of Brimner-books has grown now to more than 200. Yes, I think this writing thing might actually work out. Carolyn Yoder, at Calkins Creek, tells me that we’re “going to grow old together.” To that I say, As long as we work on books for young readers, we shall never grow old.

Of course, the librarians and teachers who enthusiastically brought and continue to bring my titles to young people have been essential during this journey. I don’t know all of you, but I am grateful to each and every one of you. To my mind, a good librarian is the heartbeat of a school, while a good teacher is the life flowing through its veins.

Looking back, I’m thankful that I took that plunge so many years ago (although in geologic time, it is but a flash). Yes, I miss my teaching days and MY students (who all played a role in my journey), but I am happy to be where I am. I know that I don’t express my gratitude often enough to those of you who have given of your knowledge and experience to guide me, but please know that my life has been enriched by you. And because of you, my heart is full.


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The new baby: Puppy & Bear: The First Day of School. There is nothing like holding a newborn in your hands for the very first time and giving it its first official read. Available July 18 or you may pre-order it now from Amazon here. How you can help? If you’re so inclined, please leave a review at Amazon or Goodreads. Thanks.



It is amazing how many approach me with a character, topic, or general premise and tell me I absolutely have to write about it. It usually begins something like “Do I have an idea for you.” Ninety-nine percent of the time, their effort is wasted. You see, an idea has to resonate with an author before he or she can write about it and have it ring true. Editors sometimes come to me with ideas they want to add to their lists and, as often as not, I turn them down because they’re just not something I’m interested in or they aren’t something I feel I could devote a substantial block of time from my life to research and write about. The author needs to “own” an idea, to make it his or her own. This brings me to yesterday. I was sitting in my cardiologist’s office. Kirk is young. He’s from the East Coast. Most of the 45 minutes of my allotted appointment with him every six months is spent in chit-chat–the swarm of bees he found hanging in the mesquite tree–“almost like an old man’s beard”–over his BMW one morning when he came out to go to work, jogging trails in and around Tucson that we’ve tackled together and individually, and/or old-school versus new-school doctoring. (He’s of the old-school philosophy where time spent with patient is more important than corporate bottom line, which explains why he’s in private practice.) Then, without the do-I-have-an-idea-for-you prelude, he launched into telling me something from his childhood upbringing about which he is passionately fascinated. “Tell me more,” I said, and he did.

“You know,” said I, “I see a book in that.” It sounded like a topic I could make my own.

And he told me even more. He pulled up information on his laptop, showed me pictures, and offered his materials to me if I want to use them.

At the end of our now seventy-five minutes together he said, “Keep jogging. Keep cycling. You’re doing all the right things to be heart healthy and strong.”

I will also keep listening because out of every one hundred ideas pitched at an author at conferences, online at the market, and at the doctor’s office, there may be one that proves to be a gem.

I’m taking some time off to write, but plan to return in late fall. Have a happy Memorial Day and take a moment to remember your blessings and those who have helped to make them possible. Happy Summer, all!