Writing with Chris was fun; writing for younger kids was fun. I’d never done anything like that, but Chris knows the kid-business and is great at structure. I like to just sit around in my smarty pants and emit evenly-spaced bars of irony and jest. (And that’s me emitting, okay. Not my pants.)
Now she wants to work on something even shorter. For even younger readers. Sure, I’m game.
So we think of some characters and some problem-to-solve. Wendell as a bored, over- sheltered little bear and Goldy as the fearless daughter of avant-garde artists.
Chris told me what to do -- Punchy. Short sentences. Not much description since an illustrator will do that. Here’s my opening:
* * *
“Wendell, are you all right?”
Wendell looked into his empty bowl. “Almost finished, Ma.”
“But you’re all right.”
“I’m just on the patio.”
He made his spoon clink against the blue bowl so he could stay outdoors a little longer. So his mother would think he was occupied. And safe.
Not even twenty yards away, stood the woods. Tall trees making the usual dark canopy. A familiar path leading toward the sun-dappled clearing, then circling back toward his house. A path he walked every day with his parents while the porridge cooled. Every day. Day after day.
He could see other paths, dimmer ones. Where did they go? And who made them?
With a sigh, he carried his bowl indoors and put it on the sink.
“Such a good little bear,” said his mother patting him on the head. “Time for a nap now?”
“Mom, I just ate breakfast.”
* * *
And here’s Chris’s:
On the wall of Wendell’s bedroom was a map that showed all of the places he could never go:
Up north to the bridge. “You might fall off,” said Mama.
Down south to the lake. “You might fall in,” said Papa.
Out west to the cave. “Full of scorpions,” said Mama.
Out east to the meadow. “Who knows what’s over there,” said Papa.
“I’ll be careful,” said Wendell.
“It’s time for breakfast,” said Mama.
“How am I supposed to be an explorer when I grow up if you never let me explore?” said Wendell on the way downstairs.
* * *
I looked at hers and thought, Oh, yeah. So that’s what you meant. Harder than it looks, but aren’t most new things? I’m not giving up. I’ll think haiku. Make every word count.
*Ron Koertge is a faculty member at Hamline's MFAC program. He writes poetry for everyone, fiction for young adults, and recently co-authored a young reader series. You can discover Ron's literary work by visiting his author's website or visit his faculty page to learn about him as a professor at Hamline University.