Reflections on Writing

I’m posting an interview that I recently did for The Canadian Childrens Book Centre.

It’s a busy time! I am thrilled to be launching a new book for young people A Planet is a Poem, which you’ll hear more about in the coming days. In the meantime, happy reading…

You are a writer, calligrapher, and theatre artist, three creative pursuits which are built on the foundation of words. What attracts you to words? How do words inspire, motivate, challenge and/or change you as a writer?

I come from a word-obsessed family. My grandmother was a writer, editor, and bookstore owner. My mother was a book designer. My uncle was a journalist. I married a writer. Perhaps it is not a big surprise that words are the foundational tool in my life!

My mother enrolled me in a calligraphy course when I was a teenager. I went on to do extensive studies of the development of letterforms. For me, calligraphy was a gateway into cultural history and the whole concept of written language. It was also fundamental in giving me a tactile relationship to words. When you calligraph, you work very slowly. You focus on creating shapes and manipulating space on the page. On a good day, it is very meditative. You involve your breath and connect to the movement of your hand on the page. You go down into the bones of a word, and how one letter connects to another. It’s an intimate relationship between gesture and meaning.

This may be why I write first drafts by hand. I love feeling the graphic line and how it dances across a piece of paper. It stimulates a particular part of my brain and opens me up to things that are not available to me through typing on a keyboard. My manuscripts would be illegible to anyone else –– they are filled with the movement of my hand and brain, working together.

However, the challenge for me is not to overwork words in the editing process. How do I keep the sense of freedom and lightness of the word dance on a page, when I want to work on word choice? How do you make something look effortless when it takes a huge amount of effort and skill? But that, I think, is the plight of anyone working in the arts. You must make it feel fresh and new, yet it must be crafted to the best of your ability. That’s where practice and rehearsal become essential. It’s not something you can achieve in a first draft.

expressive gesture teaching a drama class to children

Photo courtesy of The Ottawa Children’s Theatre

The theatre world is a place you know well. You served as executive director of Ottawa School of Speech & Drama as well as founded Ottawa Children’s Theatre and served as its artistic director. Your writing and theatre worlds united when you and your husband co-wrote Rosie Backstage. How else has your work as a theatre artist influenced or informed your writing for young people?

I can’t imagine being a writer without being a theatre artist. Words are a metaphor for communication, but not the sine qua non of communication. Movement, gesture, tone, inflection, silence –– we use all of these to communicate thoughts and feelings. In theatre. all of these tools are at your disposal. Theatre gives you the ability to create nuances that are harder to communicate with words alone. It uses movement and sound. It uses timing. It is so much more than a series of dialogue lines. So much more than a set. When you are creating for the stage, you need to think about what happens between the words and to the people as they move in space.

As a writer, I try to explore how to create this complexity on the page. I read everything out loud, many times. I listen for the beats, the pauses. I listen for the movements and gestures. I listen for what the character isn’t saying. I place each character in the scene, being aware of where they are and what they are doing when someone else has the focus of the scene.

I also use a lot of theatre exercises in my writing. For example, there’s a theatre game called “What’s Beyond,” where you work on coming into a space focused on what you have just left. You don’t try to tell a story, you don’t try to do anything. You just cross the space with a history. When I am writing, I think a lot about where my character has been before they come into the space, into the scene. It’s different from a backstory. It’s more immediate. A character must come on with their scene already in motion. They aren’t coming on from a vacuum. What they bring with them is going to affect their behaviour in a myriad of small ways that are never discussed.

Perhaps even more fundamentally, however, is how my vocal training has affected the way I work with words and my word choices. Writing is a stand-in for spoken words, so I need to always go back to the vocal source. Learning about breath, resonance, and articulation has given me a very deep physical relationship to words. There is some brain science that suggests that as we read, our mind and body recreate the physical sensation of making the words we are reading. I want people to not only hear the words on the page, but to feel them and recognize them in their own body.

On a practical level, I have taught theatre to young people for many, many years and continue to work in that field. Working with youth keeps me honest. They engage me in their concerns and in what matters to them. It is far too easy to get ghettoized in your own age group. Working inter-generationally is vital to me.

Front cover of book These Are Not the Words showing torn paper, fragments of a drum set, a man playing trumpet a woman in dark glasses and a New York taxi cab.

In These Are Not the Words, Missy and her father write poems for each other – poems that gradually become an exchange of apologies as her father’s alcohol and drug addiction begins to overtake their lives. How can we use poetry to communicate with others and to heal ourselves?

I think that writing can be a way of talking to yourself. Ultimately, you are having a conversation with your mind and your heart. But I think you need to trick yourself into going more deeply.

When you have a conversation with a good friend, you usually stay on a particular level for a long time. But after a while, if you are close and trust your friend, it morphs into something deeper. Those are the special times where you get closer and listen harder and respond more honestly. You have to give yourself time to go through the superficial things before you can get to the heart of the matter. Writing poetry can do this. You write too much and then you cut out all of the fluff. You see what words are essential. That’s when you discover what it is you are really trying to communicate.

I also think that poetry, like theatre or calligraphy, is a kind of game. It’s got some great rules that give us a context for deep exploration. You play with sound and rhythm, and in that playing, you can trick your mind into finding new meanings.

Writing is about asking questions –– of yourself, of your imagined reader. Questions can form the base for a dialogue. It’s the best way to talk to yourself. And when you talk to yourself, you can heal.

Front cover of book A Planet is a Poem, showing sun and planets.

*Science and poetry may seem like strange bedfellows but they share commonalities such as formulas and patterns. What was your inspiration to write A Planet is A Poem, a collection of poems about the solar system?

A Planet is a Poem came about through a series of coincidences. When I was doing my MFA in Writing for Children, I started a serious study of poetic forms. I hadn’t done that before. My previous schooling was, at best, pretty spotty. I began working my way through the delightful The Ode Less Travelled by Stephen Fry, and challenging myself to try out as many different forms as I could.  As we know, books for younger children rely on sound and word play, so I wanted to drill down and understand things that I had known about but had never tried my hand at. I had avoided writing poetry all of my life. I reasoned that there are so many bad poems out there, the world didn’t need mine as well. But this was a technical challenge I was setting myself, and I wasn’t thinking of publishing anything at that point.

At the same time, I was introduced to the American poet Joyce Sidman. Sidman writes non-fiction poetry books for young people. I love her work and it opened up a whole world for me. My first books had been non-fiction books for young people and truth be told, I am much more comfortable writing non-fiction than I am writing fiction. I became open to the idea that poetry could be a vehicle for young people to learn about nature. I thought that maybe I could write non-fiction poetry and it wouldn’t be as embarrassing as bad personal poetry.

The other influence was the CBC radio program Quirks and Quarks. I love that show and in one particular episode (September 11, 2015), they talked about the New Horizons space probe. It had just started sending images of Pluto back to earth and everyone was talking about these amazing things we were learning. On Pluto, the skies are blue! There are volcanos of slow-moving nitrogen mud! There’s a red, heart-shaped plateau that moves like a heartbeat! Who wouldn’t want to write a poem about that? I wrote A Pantoum for Pluto so that I could explore Pluto but also try that poetic form. Ultimately, we didn’t use that particular poem in the book, but the process was set in motion. Before I knew it, I was deep into researching (always my happy place), and the puzzle of writing non-fiction poetry.

*A Planet is a Poem offers readers multiple access points for interaction.There are its 14 poems which can be enjoyed on their own. Plus, there is accompanying factual information about each poem’s subject matter. And last but not least, there is information on the forms in which the poems are written. How did you decide to present the book in this format? And why was it important to you to create the book this way?

I had quite a few coffee dates with Katie Scott at Kids Can Press, where I tried to pitch her on the idea of non-fiction poetry about planets and/or insects (another area I was obsessing about because of Quirks and Quarks). But they already had a book coming out the next year on space, and one on bugs. The question was what might make mine unique.

I don’t know exactly how the idea of a cross-curricular book came about. I was pretty passionate about poetic forms, and somehow the brainstorming led us to a book that could give the science and the poetry equal weight. Both Katie and my editor Kathleen Keenan got excited about doing a book that could show kids both the magic of language and of the solar system.

Once we had the basic idea, I researched the solar system. I’m not a scientist, but I love astronomy and still remember being in the Hayden Planetarium in New York when I was a child. I researched each planet as though it was a character in a novel. I worked on matching those characteristics with a particular poetic form. For example, Mercury, which is the smallest planet, is incredibly fast. It travels around the sun more quickly than any of the others. So, I paired it with a very fast rhyming and rhythm scheme inspired by Dr. Suess, with only two beats to the bar.

Mercury’s tiny ––

Of planets, the smallest.

But named for a god

Who was known as the fastest.

I researched because I loved it. But as with my experiences in writing historical fiction, it became impossible to squash all of exciting things I was learning into each poem. So, we came up with the idea of sidebars to give more of the scientific information.

The more I worked on the book, the more I got excited about the poetic forms I was using. We came up with the idea of sidebars for the poetry too, just as there were sidebars for the science. It was designer Marie Bartholomew who had the tough job of pulling all of that together with the great illustrations by Oliver Averill.

*What advice would you impart to young people and the young at heart who would like to pursue careers as writers?

Read. Read everything. Listen to words, make them your friends and play with them. Sing them! Foster your sense of curiosity. Let your curiosity take you to new places. Always, always challenge yourself to try new things. Care passionately and let your writing follow your passion. Make it matter.

Young people engaged in disucssion on writing

Photo Courtesy of MASC

But Is It YA?

“…if you want to read some of the best new books being published today, you should look at the YA shelves…”

My ninth book, Focus. Click. Wind, was released this fall and I’ve been on a book tour doing events and readings at bookstores, festivals and conferences. It’s been an exciting whirlwind and has given me a great opportunity to talk to people about the book and its themes.

Toronto International Festival of Authors with Kwame Alexander and moderator Arpita Ghosal

Along the way, several people have said to me, “I LOVED the book! But why is it sold as a Y.A. book? What makes it a Y.A.?”

It’s a good question. As adults, we read books with all kinds of protagonists of all ages. We’re comfortable reading about the world from the perspective of a child, a teenager, a young adult, an aged adult –– sometimes all in the same book. We can read a story written from the perspective of a tiger or a leaf. So why does this question come up when a book is marketed as a book for young adults? Do we think that a teenager can’t see the world from other perspectives? Or does it imply “If I loved this book, how can it speak to a teenager? How can a teenager relate to the world as I see it?”

I think there is an inherent cultural bias toward youth. People say to me, “Is a young person ready for these big issues?” And yet if you think back on your time as a teenager, isn’t that exactly what you were ready for? Leaving aside the sex and drugs –– although, what teenager leaves that aside, really? –– I wrote a book that reaches out to the concerns of vibrant, passionate, committed young people that exist today. While the book is set in 1968, I am paralleling today’s activist movements. Fridays for Future, Extinction Rebellion, Black Lives Matter, Every Child Matters, The Occupy Movement –– the reasons that young people are out on protests today come from the same place as the protests of the 1960s. I think young people see injustice more clearly than adults. People over 30 obfuscate problems with complexity. They see many sides of a coin, and how hard it is to solve things. There was something to Abbie Hoffman’s “Don’t trust anyone over 30.”

But from the ages of 15 – 25, you are hugely impatient and angry with adults for the mess they have made with the world. You are furious with adults’ inability to understand the important things in life. You want to change the world and make it a better place. And maybe the adults need to get out of the way for you to do that.

Although Focus. Click. Wind is set it 1968, I would hope a contemporary teenager will recognize the questions Billie asks and her urgency to fix the world. I also believe that if I’ve done my job well, anyone who has ever been a teenager will recognize themselves or their friends in the story. I hope it will stir up memories of the passions you had as a young person, and speak to your teenage self from the perspective of the adult you have become. At the same time, I want it to resonate with a teenager today, whose whole adult life is ahead of them. The story then becomes a chance for us all to be in an urgent dialogue together.

Beatrix Potter said, “I don’t ‘lower my standards’ to write for young people.” Young people are the most discerning readers of all.  Literature that is marketed for them needs to be dynamic, exciting, challenging, and accurate. The standards are incredibly high. The research and attention to detail has to be impeccable.

Frankly, if you want to read some of the best new books being published today, you should look at the YA shelves. There are increasing numbers of adult book clubs that are dedicated to YA fiction. Books like The Door of No Return, by Kwame Alexander, Torch, by Lyn Miller-Lachmann, and Out of Darkness, by Ashley Hope Pérez, are some of the best books you will read, bar none. YA books are edgy, provocative and complex. They tell strong, character-driven stories.

But none of this deals with the marketing issue. That I can’t solve. Marketing exists in silos. It takes a brave and financially daring publisher to market to two audiences. When The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night came out in the UK, it was successfully marketed to both young people and adults. But that is rare. It’s nothing that a small Canadian press has the resources to tackle.

And so, I come back to the decisions I made with Focus. Click. Wind., a book that has a 17-year-old protagonist, a book that I wrote for both young people and adults. I chose my small Canadian publisher, Groundwood Books, because they are recognized internationally for their quality. I chose them knowing that I would have a chance to work with one of the best editors in the country. But I knew I wouldn’t have a large marketing team that could market to both markets.

It is my hope that in channelling my inner 17-year-old, Focus. Click. Wind will speak to young and older adults. Having been on a tour to read to people of my generation and two generations younger than mine, I’m feeling that I am stretching across time with this book. I hope that you can join me for the ride, and then recognize yourself in the adolescents you see around you.

Learning How to Hear

Vieux-Québec
Vieux-Québec

Sometimes I get the chance to Step Off the Treadmill close to home. A six-hour drive, and I was in another culture and in one of the most beautiful cities on the planet.

I went to Québec City for a week of French immersion classes. One week is ludicrous of course, but it is what I could spare in terms of time. I thought it would give me an introduction, a sense of whether or not I could, eventually, learn la belle langue.

Part of the joy of this adventure was my host. I was billeted with a wonderful and interesting woman with a deep family history in Québec, from whom I learned about the gracious, artistic and intellectually vibrant world of the Ursuline nuns. She’d grown up in the convent and considered it her home. She maintained that I could not understand the history of the city without visiting the convent museum.

The Ursuline Convent in Québec City, founded in 1639, is the oldest school for women in North America. Recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage site, the school became renowned for the wide and diverse education that it gave young women. The young pupils lived at the convent, shut off from the outside world, until they were ready to enter society. The nuns were a political force in the town, and their artwork, especially their embroidery, is world renowned. In fact, the school was the first women’s arts centre in New France, and the display at the museum showcases the school’s emphasis on music, painting, drawing, sculpture and embroidery. Although the girls were not being raised to be scholars, they received a comprehensive education in literature, languages, astronomy, biology, physics, mathematics and, of course, religion.

If my host is any indication, today’s graduates from the Ursuline Convent School must be amazingly accomplished women. She holds several advanced degrees and has an incisive and enquiring mind. There is a feminist pride in her intellectual upbringing and in her home. Living in her house connected me with a grace and style that reflected the courtly homes of New France. It is a home filled with her family’s possessions, or at least those that she has not already donated to museums. Her family dining table is used in the Langevin Block on Parliament Hill.

Some of this information I received in French. But my responses required English. My host was incredibly patient and continually encouraged me to keep up my simplistic patter of French words. But too often I would explode with a torrent of complex words because I desperately wanted to express a thought that wasn’t in the present tense.

Many people in Québec asked me why I was trying to learn French. They usually asked me right after I had mangled the simplest of verbs. My only reply is that I have always wanted to. I have been embarrassed by my unilingualism for 35 years. Now in my advancing age, working on a new language has an added bonus of being good for my brain. Even if I never learn it, I’m building new pathways in mon vieux cerveau just by trying. It is a good time to start.

There was a student in my class, a man slightly older than I who, after having a stroke, had been given six months to live. “You might possibly make it a bit longer if you tried to learn a new language, and learned to play the violin,” he was told. Over two years later, he bounded at every new word like a lifeline. He became my inspiration for forging ahead.

The Edu-Inter School where I was enrolled has a new intake every Monday. I arrived with three other “newbies” into a class in progress. There were students of all ages from Mexico, the Philippines, the U.S., China, Vietnam and Canada, most of whom had been at the school for at least a few weeks. Many were staying for the entire summer. I had no idea what we would be focusing on during my brief stay, but as luck would have it, the week that I landed in was dedicated to the subjunctive – a verb that I am not sure I understand in English. I was confronted with a wealth of grammatical minutiae … the subjunctive is always used for matters of the heart, for opinion, for commands, but never used of issues of fact or objectivity. Always use the base form of the verb, except when Nous and Vous are irregular. Only in sentences with two subjects. Always for impermanence. “Gardé la différence à “je” et “nous” donc le présent.” Etc.

I wish I understood what it actually meant. Never having had grammar in school (ah, the days of “free” school and expressive learning), I was always many steps behind. And yet I had great fun. In the afternoons we played games and discussed current affairs and issues – free speech, freedom of religion, what constitutes art. I found myself pushing aside my terror and diving into the discussion with half-baked opinions and barely formed sentences. One afternoon, the professor proposed a game of “Speed Dating”. We were each given a photo and told to invent a character. This I knew how to do! Drama exercise 101 – create a backstory! With our backstory in place, we moved from person to person trying to find the perfect match. My French might have been the worst in the room, but I reveled in the acting exercise, mangling verbs but giving a stellar performance.

By Wednesday afternoon, however, my brain was total frozen. Tous les mots ont été perdu. Our guided tour of the Citadel, in French, was too much for me and I wept with the frustration of not being able to ask a burning question. (“Why did the Ursuline nuns, put up the Scottish regiment who were fighting France for the possession of Québec?” Mon Dieu, they even knit the Scottish lads some socks. Answer – by playing nice they got to keep their convent after the war, and were favoured by the English. Those socks are probably the reason that the convent still exists today.) I had to keep asking for facts to be repeated, thinking that I hadn’t understood what was said. That canon took 12 years to assemble? Really? It shoots a canon ball 5 kilometres? C’est vrai?

The canon at the Citadel, aimed at Upper Canada
The canon at the Citadel, aimed at Upper Canada

But my exhaustion was a turning point. I began to realize that I was hearing things correctly. My ears were getting stronger, much stronger than my ability to speak. And this, actually, was my great triumph. I decided that my goal for the week was to hear better. To understand what I was hearing. And although I may have laughed a bit late at the jokes, my brain was interpreting sound into meaning, by-passing translation. I looked down at my page of notes and discovered that I was writing them in French. C’est extraordinaire. I am still at the very bottom of the mountain of learning French. Going forward will require a daily commitment. But à ce moment, je suis très heureuse. I have dipped into Canada’s other solitude, and for a few brief moments could hear a harmony.

Je me souviens... à la citadelle
Je me souviens…