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This year’s NE-SCBWI Conference (my sixth) was different for me. As the On-the-Spot Critique Coordinator, I was one of numerous volunteers responsible for making a successful conference. In my position, I felt deeply obligated to the attendees, wanting to facilitate proper connections to editors/agents, and I’d promised these same professionals that I’d do my best to secure them additional critiques. In truth, I was scared. Since becoming the On-the-Spot Critique Coordinator less than a month ago, I have secretly fretted, while my daily early-morning writing time turned into early-morning e-mail communication, chart-making, and teaching myself how to make a spreadsheet. (I am also a committee co-chair for the upcoming New Jersey SCBWI Conference.) My manuscripts lay untouched; my muse went on strike.
Preparing for the conference reminded me of my earlier years in the business of writing for children, when I was unsure and questioned my abilities. Self-doubt hinders your growth as an artist. So I stopped thinking about What Might Not Happen (that the on-the-spot critiques would be a failure) and I began to believe that I could, indeed, pull this off. But to do this, I had to call on my Inspired Frame-of-Mind, which is strong, determined, and follows the muse with much delight, like a kitten chasing an unraveling ball of red yarn. I write what my characters tell me, and on some level, believe they are the ones shaping their stories, not me. I continue to struggle with writing for my blog, for that voice comes from a different place, where self-criticism has rented a tiny room and ignores my weekly eviction notice.
So in my Inspired Frame-of-Mind, I faced the task of being a successful conference coordinator: I worked diligently and focused on being positive, while doing everything possible to sell these critiques. The bar to succeed is set high due to the tireless efforts of our region’s longtime coordinators, who have given so much of their time over the years: Marilyn Salerno, Joyce Shor Johnson, Kathryn Hulick, Melissa Hed. Valarie Giogas. Laura Pauling. Melissa Stewart. Casey Girard. Betty Brown. Sally Riley. Jean Woodbury. Linda Brennan. Jennifer Carson. Joannie Duris. Anna Boll. Jennifer O’Keefe. Greg Fishbone. Francine Puckly. Margo Lemieux. And Shirley Pearson, who I hope can one day step out from behind the registration table to pursue her own dreams. I apologize in advance for not listing every name, though my gratitude is intended for all. Thank you! The NE-SCBWI Conference reflects your efforts, selfless dedication, and enthusiasm for our wonderful community. A community filled
The Memory Bank, written by Carolyn Coman, illustrated by Rob Shepperson, Arthur A. Levine, $16.99, ages 9-12, 288 pages. A brave girl named Hope scours her dreams for her lost sister Honey in this heart-swelling tale by Newbery Honor-winner Coman. If Hope Scroggins weren't so aptly named, she might never have trusted that she'd find little Honey again or trusted anyone for that matter after their parents did the unthinkable. They pushed Honey out of the family car onto the roadside and drove away, all because Honey broke a family rule against laughing, then they tried to make Hope forget Honey ever existed. Unable to speak or fathom what just happened, Hope slips into despair. She quits her life and tries to sleep away her sadness in their garage, where her deadbeat parents now make her sleep on a cot. But there in her sleep, Hope's life takes an extraordinary turn: she finds a reason to believe she'll see Honey again.
Behind her eyeballs, she sees Honey being swept away by a boisterous band of children in a truckload of sticky lollipops. A whistle she gave Honey when she was little to call out to her is now hooked out of Honey's reach near the truck's wrecking ball. (The dream sequence occurs over a handful of pages, unfolding as in a flip book, before returning to the text.) Then one night Hope is startled awake by the sound of her bedroom door, the garage door, rolling up, and is ordered (very nicely) to the World Wide Memory Bank to explain her "insufficient memory deposits." The bank, she is to learn, is a secret operation where memories are organized and protected, so that one day they can be recalled. There's even a special place for first memories, or "memies," which are kept in a vault until a person's final moments. (When a person is about to die, men in motorcycles known as "Retrospectors," race to the dying person and give them a wonderful flashback to depart with.) Ever since Hope started to sleep more than stay awake, Hope hasn't made new memories, and now the bank's head of security suspects she's hiding her memories to sabotage its records -- and may be in cahoots with The Clean Slate Gang. The gang is a band of lost or abandoned children who've been brainwashed to rid the world of memories, which until now have been safely stored in the bank in marble-like "lobeglobes." The gang's leader wants to vandalize all memories so that people, like them, who've been cast aside no longer have to remember happy times that no longer exist. From the moment Hope's taken from her garage, her life becomes like a dream. She's sent into the bank on a conveyor belt and discovers a strange and wonderful place where, for once in her young life, she's cuddled and doted on. But it's also a place that is wary of outsiders, and soon Hope is in the middle of a war between the bank and the Clean Slate Gang, and chasing a memory she thinks could save Honey. The format of this book is irresistible, with picture sequences stealing into the text and capturing how dreams unfold, like images on a silent picture reel. Though different in tone from the Caldecott Medal-winning
The Invention of Hugo Cabaret,
The Memory Bank has the same magic, as it capitalizes on the quiet power of images and pulls us into its spell. Though horrified at first by Honey's punishment, I forced myself to keep reading and was delighted that I did: the story quickly blossomed into a magical tale, made especially lovely by Hope's openness to feeling joy in spite of how awfully she was treated at home. Worthy of a Newbery, this enchanting book shows how
Thank you for all of your hard work, Betsy! Beautiful post, as always.
Jo
What a wonderful recap! It is a great reminder of the weekend we just came from. Thank you Betsy for all of your hard work and sharing your experience. It was a pleasure to meet you, I hope we can chat more at a future conference!
I enjoyed your blog voice. I felt right along with you, planning a conference is nerve wracking but, we did it!
Thanks, Casey, for all your hard work! I look forward to seeing you again! The conference could not have happened without you. Betsy
You are too sweet, Jo. Your comments always make my day! Betsy
My pleasure, Joyce! You are an inspiration with everything you do. I appreciate your warm welcome, and I look forward to working with you again next year! NE-SCBWI is lucky to have you. Betsy
Great post, Betsy! Now we all go back to work…inspired and rejuvenated!!
xo sarah
Thanks to you, Sarah, I have new revision tools. Your novel academy rocked! (I will work on your post in a few days.) xo Betsy
Betsy, it sounds like you had a fantastic time and did a REALLY good job as the On-the-Spot Critique Coordinator You’re such a talented person, good-hearted person—an inspiration in many ways. Thanks for sharing and I look forward to our time together, too
And although I enjoyed EVERY word you said here, I have to tell you, this metaphor is priceless!…”for that voice comes from a different place, where self-criticism has rented a tiny room and ignores my weekly eviction notice.” Great writer, you are
Betsy, you were amazing at your job as on-the-spot critique coordinator. And this is a beautifully written blog that reminds us all of the conference inspiration that could be felt throughout the halls and rooms of the Sheraton. We need only go back to your blog when moments of doubt creep in.
Betsy–what a wonderful post! I wish we’d had a chance to talk more–I hadn’t realized you were in Novel Academy with me! Of course, by Sunday my brain was completely overloaded. Thanks for putting into words the things so many of us feel about NESCBWI. Good luck with your conference in NJ!
Thank you for this wonderful recap. It is so reassuring to read about your emotional ups and downs and know I’m not alone. I agree, the conference was a big “UP”!
Thanks, Joyce, for all your support and encouragement!! It was my pleasure!
Thank you, Donna! You are too sweet. I look forward to our weekend together in June! Betsy
What lovely words, Carol. I hope you made good connections at the conference. Nice to chat with you! Betsy
My brain was overloaded too. And thank you for your kind words! Novel Academy was awesome! Betsy
No, Nancy, you are not alone. Remember this. Keep the faith, and keep writing. Hugs, Betsy