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2015: It’s a Wrap!

end title 590.jpgLooking back on 2015 to see what I’ve done on this blog, trying to take stock, assess and reassess…

  • I did a lovely series of interviews with some of the top children’s book editors in the business called Quick Questions, where we heard from Stacey Barney of Penguin/Putnam; Lisa Yoskowitz at Little, Brown; Nancy Mercado at Scholastic; Joy Peskin at Farrar, Straus and Giroux; and Rotem Moscovich at Disney Hyperion. Thank you for your generosity, ladies!
  • When the beautiful, new JDLit website launched, you all were some of the first to see it, because I highlighted it here.
  • I posted a beautiful nugget on writing, by one of my favorite authors, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
  • We did a couple of book giveaways and gave lots of writing and publishing advice, on topics ranging from breaking through writer’s block, to how to write an effective query letter, to the benefit of going to writing conferences.
  • My former intern (hi Kimberly!) wrote a terrific monthly series, Inside Scoop: Dish from a Literary Agent Intern, sharing her experience of interning.
  • Some of my clients stepped up and blogged for me over the summer, giving me a break. Thank you, Jodi McKay, M-E Girard, Jessica Rinker (Cooper), Joe McGee, R.L. Saunders, Katherine Sparrow, Elaine Kiely Kearns, and Natasha Sinel! And then when I was at a loss for words at the end of the year, Jodi, Jessica, Joe and Elaine stepped up again.
  • By far, my most-viewed blog post though, was by the inimitable Chuck Sambuchino of Writer’s Digest. If you’re one of the very few people left on the planet who didn’t read Chuck’s post, check it out here.

What will 2016 hold in store for me? Who knows?! Here are some things I do know though…

  • I’m very much looking forward to seeing the publication of a couple of client books, announcing a few deals that are done but not fully executed, finalizing deals for some other clients, selling a bunch more client manuscripts, and finding and welcoming new clients.
  • I’m starting off the year doing something I love, going to the Miami SCBWI conference. Then in the spring I’ll be at the Pike’s Peak Writer’s Conference. I so enjoy meeting authors and trying to make a bit of a difference for them.
  • I’m making a commitment to finish the first draft of a middle grade manuscript I’ve been writing (by July 1st). I’m outing my writing self here. Hold me to it, friends!

What are you looking forward to in 2016? What are you committed to?

(Scroll down to the comments section. I really want to know!)




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Writing Prompt Result: J. M. Cooper

images“Tally.”  Mom reached into her monogrammed tote bag. “You mind telling me where this came from?”

“A match?” I asked when her hand was finally revealed from her bag. I was expecting a paint can or a pack of cigarettes.  Something slightly more incriminating than a single match between her manicured fingers.

“Well,” she said as she reached back in and pulled out a handful, letting them scatter like pickup sticks all over the kitchen table. “The box spilled, but yes.  Why do you have matches in your room?”

“They’re not mine.”  I returned to making Grandpa’s turkey and provolone on wheat while she continued to clean out her bag digging around everything to make sure she got every last match.  I cut Grandpa’s sandwich into small squares, still all he could hold on to without it falling apart in his lap.

“You expect me to believe that.”  She began picking up each matchstick and placing them back in the box perfectly aligned, little red heads all bumping up against each other. For some reason it reminded me of the Ten Little Monkeys song.  I’d have thrown them in a Ziploc.

“Yes,” I answered her even though she hadn’t asked me a question, exactly, it was more like a statement of disbelief.  I sliced and salted a few garden fresh cucumbers, Grandpa’s favorite, and fanned them around the sandwich.

“I’m sorry if I’m paranoid,” she said.  “But the barn burned down four days ago, Tally.”  She pressed her palms into the table.  “It’s still smoldering.  You think I’m just going to let this go?”

I looked at her face for the first time.  Her coppery hair, usually in a fastidious pony tail, hung in strands around her pale skin.  The circles under her eyes were darker, I knew, from her long hours at the hospital and Grandpa’s accident.  There wasn’t a hint of light in her normally bright face.  I couldn’t look at her for very long.

“I have to take this to Grandpa,” I said, picking up the plate and leaving my mother with her suspicion.  I couldn’t tell her the matches belonged to Seth, that he’d spent the night only two days after the barn, smelling like campfire and fresh grass, but that I knew he didn’t do it despite all of the evidence that pointed otherwise.  Despite all of the matches that now lay like perfect little children in their perfect bed.

J.M. Cooper is currently working on an AFA in New Jersey and an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults with Vermont College of Fine Arts.  When she is not reading or writing about fictional young adults, she’s raising three young adults of her own.


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