This is a bit of a cheat's post, as it's the same as one I posted on the Christchurch Children's Blog last week, where I'm blogging this month as their star author. But the post's about poo, and poo is a topic close to my heart (in a creative, not literal sense), so I thought I'd repeat it again here...
What a fantastic time I had at the Word Café Raglan writers
and readers festival at the weekend. Books are so much fun! And so interesting.
And so are the people who read and write them.
Around 35 people came along to the workshop that Andre Ngapo
and I ran on getting started in writing for children. (Andre’s in the picture,
doing his stuff on the day.) That’s
35 avid writers and readers of children’s fiction all in one room. It was
electric.
We had a wonderful discussion about what makes a great
children’s book. It reminded me why I love them so much (and also of all the
things I should be doing in my stories to make them even better). Everyone
agreed that there needed to be:
·
lots of humour – kids (and the adults reading with
them) love to laugh
·
a great story – that’s a beginning, a middle and
an end, with lots of twists and turns in between
·
plenty of action – whizz, pow, bang, uh-oh, ah-ha,
ahhhhhhh…that sort of thing
·
fabulous characters – no dull and boring please
·
not too many messages – the aim is to entertain
·
a pinch of amazing – that special something that
makes a story zing.
Can you think of anymore?
Personally, I think there is one, and it’s a bit of a magic
ingredient when it comes to stories. That something is poo.
In the 20-ish years that I have been writing stories, I have
noticed that, along with humour, kids love poo. Look at all the books that have
been written about it.
For starters, there’s Baa
Baa Smart Sheep by talented New Zealand author and illustrator duo Mark and Rowan Sommerset, about a bored sheep that tricks his mates into eating, you
guessed it, poo.
Then there’s the hilarious Poo Bum by Stephanie Blake (she’s not a new Zealand author, but her
publisher Gecko Press is from here) about a little rabbit who will only say one
thing: “Poo bum”. That is, until he gets eaten by a wolf, at which point he
changes his tune to…read it and find out.
Then there’s Captain Underpants by Dave Pilky about all things to
do with undies, wedgies and toilets (that’s got to count poo). And the all-time
poo-topping favourite, The Little Mole
who Knew it was None of his Business by Werner Holzwarth, about a mole that
is poo-ed on (it lands on his head) and runs around trying to find the culprit
(and encountering many and varied poos along the way). It even has a plop-up
version!
That’s just off the top of my head (the list that is, not
the poo). There’s no denying poo is popular.
So at the moment I am
busy writing my own story about poo. I can’t give too much away, except to say
that it’s a picture book and it’s about a dung beetle who spends his nights
rolling endless little balls of poo (well dung, but it’s the same thing). Until
one day he looks up…