Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Adapt or Die

     A recurring question that comes up at so many of the writer or illustrator retreats that I attend is “how do I find balance?” I’ve asked this often enough myself. People who have day jobs, or families, or other responsibilities wonder how they can create some sort of harmony between the art they want to do and the demands that seem to drag them away from that art.
     I’ve come to the conclusion that the question itself is a cheat, if by “balance” you mean some sort of peaceful stasis, like one of those circus performers doing a one-armed handstand on the back of a chair. You know the ones. They strike an elaborate but completely static pose. Only the slight vibration of the arm on the chair hints at the tension required to maintain such a position. And really, they can’t hold that pose for long. If you try to achieve this sort of balance you are sure to be miserable, because the fulcrum we balance on is life and it is never as solid and unmoving as a chair.
     I’ve decided to quit seeking balance, and instead aim for adaptability. Like one of those jugglers who is keeping three balls in the air, when someone decides to toss him a fragile glass ornament and a running chainsaw. That sounds much more like real life, anyway.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Jim's Excellent African Adventure



As part of a study guide for my new book, THE MARKET BOWL, my publisher (Charlesbridge) asked me to answer some questions about my time as Peace Corps volunteer in Cameroon, the country where the story takes place. I thought I might share my answers with you here.


The title page from my book. I like the image it gives of an African market place - all crowds and bustle.

(Image above links to Amazon. Clicking here takes you to Indiebound.

You grew up in suburban Ohio. Why did you decide to join the Peace Corps?
The first part of your question answers the second. Cincinnati, Ohio is a lovely place to grow up, complete with rolling oak-covered hills, a wide, lazy river and four seasons to make sure you understand the extreme ends of the thermometer. But I had a feeling that it was a wide world, indeed, and that I ought to get out there and see it while I had the chance. Also, I had graduated college and felt my life was becoming consumed with chasing money, instead of learning and growing. So when a friend jokingly told me I should join the Peace Corps, I explored the possibility. And the more I looked at it, the more I wanted to do it. It seemed like a good way to give back to the world for all the privileges I had been given. It turns out, though, that I received far more than I gave. It was a fantastic experience.

My fellow Peace Corps volunteers and I learning how to point with our lips, in the local fashion. The busy people of Cameroon would often carry a load in each arm and one on top of the head, so this was a necessary skill. It also came in handy for the volunteers when we were enjoying a bowl of Ndolé (bitterleaf stew) in one hand and a "33" (the local beer) in the other.

What exactly did you do as a Peace Corps volunteer in Cameroon?
I was assigned to a program called “Community Development” which covered all kinds of projects. My particular job was to work on water and sanitation. Like all volunteers, I worked with Cameroonian counterparts on whatever I did. I helped villages build spring boxes and wells to provide clean, uncontaminated drinking water for their populations. I worked on a project to build a small dam, which kept water from running off to the sea and forced it to recharge the groundwater. This made the wells in the area last longer into the dry season before they dried up. And I evaluated some possible water projects for the United Nations Guinea Worm Eradication Project. The work I did for them was fairly small, but one of my friends, Susan Graham, did a lot for them. Guinea worm is a fairly disgusting disease. You swallow the worm eggs by drinking contaminated water. About a year later, worms that are several feet long burrow their way out of your arms and legs. It is very painful and potentially crippling. At the time, the only way to remove the worm was to wrap it around a stick and pull it out of the body about one inch per day. Gross!


Some of my Cameroonian colleagues at the Community Development Office in Ebolowa.

Did the Peace Corps give you a choice of where you’d like to work?
Not exactly. You could indicate where you would like to go. I said Nepal. And you could indicate regions where you would not go. I said Central America and the Caribbean were not for me. Some people thought I was foolish, because who wouldn’t want to work in the Bahamas? But I wanted to go somewhere far away and not somewhere where all my friends and family would come to visit me for a beach vacation.

Finished cover art for THE MARKET BOWL, complete with crop marks. The dense rainforest and the rich red earth of Cameroon made a great place to live and work for 3 years.

The Peace Corps then matches your skills to the needs of a particular country. I was very happy when I found out I was going to Cameroon. It is quite diverse in population, geography, weather, etc. so I knew there would be a lot to explore and learn.

Did you need to learn a different language before you traveled to Cameroon? How did you communicate?
Cameroon is a bilingual country. They have both English and French as their official languages. But they also have over 200 other languages spoken by the various ethnic groups who live there. Peace Corps volunteers go through three months of training in the country where they are assigned. They learn about the culture, the job they will be doing, and the language they will use. I learned French at that time.

Learning French in Batié, Cameroon.

Then during the three years that I lived in Cameroon, I learned one of the indigenous languages, Bulu. I can still say a few things in Bulu, to the delight of a Cameroonian friend I met in California ten years after I got back. For example, you might say “Ye ô ne mvoe?” (pronounced a bit like “Oh Num Voy”) when you meet a friend on the street, to ask someone how they are.

My Cameroonian friend Nathalie. I met her after I came back to America, when I was the Regional Advisor for the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators. She emailed me and was surprised when I answered her in Bulu!



Did you eat a lot of bitterleaf stew in Cameroon? What were your other favorite dishes? What’s the weirdest thing you ate?
Yes, I ate a lot of bitterleaf. It’s called Ndolé in the French part of the country. It is difficult to make. The leaves need to be washed very well so they aren’t overwhelmingly bitter. All the volunteers knew the best places near them to get the best bitterleaf, and which places to avoid.


Ndolé - bitterleaf stew - is so delicious, even the gods are crazy for it.

There was another dish which I loved, called folaré. It was also a leaf dish. The leaf was sour and served with a peanut sauce. I’ve looked for a similar leaf here in the states. The closest I have found is something called redwood sorrel. It tastes similar, but you can’t eat a lot of it, because it is slightly toxic and apparently a laxative! I also loved Koki (a sort of yummy cake made from beans) and esankana (warm, roasted, spiced peanut butter.)


Making koki.

I ate many weird things in Cameroon. I was served monkey once, but declined to eat it when I saw a little monkey hand sticking up out of the sauce.


I wasn't up for eating monkey. Too cute!

I did eat crocodile, and boa constrictor, but I think they weirdest thing I ever ate was fried termites. They’re really good.



What most impressed you about the country?
That Cameroonians, many of whom have so little, generally seemed much happier than Americans, who have so much.



My training group celebrates the holidays thousands of miles away from our families with our new Cameroonian friends. We were known as the "stage de fete" which roughly translates as the "party trainees" because after working all day to learn a language, a culture and a job, we liked to have some fun. You can hear the song we are dancing to here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibqtKBpSQ3s

If it sounds familiar, you must be a soccer fan. A cover of the song by Shakira was used during the recent FIFA World Cup. But this is the original song from Cameroon.

You realized you wanted to write children’s books while in Cameroon. Why?
When you go to live in a foreign country, where no one knows you and you know no one (at first), you get to find out a lot about who you are. Your identity is no longer defined by the expectations of friends and family who have known you forever. So I guess I was on the look out for new ways to express who I am. One night, as I listened to the music of the drums and the mbira (small finger pianos) being played at a party near my house, I fell into a sort of a trance. I had a dream that I thought would make a good picture book so when I got back to the states, I learned how to make that happen.

How is life for Cameroonian children different than it is for children here is the States?
This is a difficult question to answer, because, just like in America, Cameroonian children have a broad range of experiences. Maybe this would be a good place to say that much of what we are shown here in the United States about the experience of African children is a bit uneven. We usually see images of poverty, famine, and misery. And while it is true that these all exist somewhere on the continent of Africa, it is only a small part of the story. Some Cameroonian children are quite wealthy, and have all the things that American children might have – x-boxes and bicycles and such. Others have very little, but find ways to play and have fun just the same. I’ve seen these kids make toy cars out of old water bottles, shoe soles and bamboo. One thing that Cameroonian kids don’t have (or at least they didn’t when I was there) is cable TV. They do have television, but there is only one station. So the kids spend a lot of time outdoors playing games they make up. A lot of Cameroonian kids also work, helping the family make money, like Yoyo in THE MARKET BOWL.

Families are different in Cameroon too. It is legal there for a man to have more than one wife, so families may be very large. I stayed with one family that had one father, four mothers and 23 children. That’s a lot of brothers and sisters! In America we sometimes say “It takes a village to raise a child” but this expression comes from Africa. In Cameroon, all the adults in your village are considered your relatives. So if you have one father and three mothers, you may have dozens of aunts and uncles. That’s a lot of adults for a kid to answer to, isn’t it?


Dancing with some of my host family's 23 children.


And, of course, the food is different. Besides bitterleaf stew, children eat all kinds of fun things. There is a season of the year where they eat a sort of grasshopper. The kids gather around street lights and other light sources that attract the grasshoppers and catch them, then bring them home to fry up and eat. They must be quite good, though I imagine the legs might get stuck in your teeth.





Yum!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

I'm so honored to be included with with 4 great picture book creators in this effort to help you find the BEST gift - the gift of BOOKS - for the kids on your list. We're giving away free bookplates so the gifts can be extra special- personalized and autographed. Check out details and order books and bookplates at http://www.melissaguion.com/bookplates/ And remember, when you give a child a book, you are giving them a WORLD!

Friday, October 19, 2012

TP Tube Dragon

It's official. I'm a Maker. I have the badge to prove it.


My friend Dashka Slater (who wrote Dangerously Ever After) and I participated in the East Bay Mini Maker Faire. To celebrate the release of our books we created fire- breathing dragons from toilet paper tubes and "poisonous" amanita mushrooms from crepe paper and wax.

I was in charge of dragons.
Here's how to make a dragon like this from a toilet paper tube.
 The TP tube will have a seam that intersects the edge of the tube. Cut along one seam and then cut again at 90 degrees to the first cut. The red lines on the photo to the left indicate where to cut.
 Don't cut all the way around. Leave about an inch between the ends of the two cuts.
 After cutting,  you will have a vaguely  triangular shape at one end of the tube.
 You can divide this triangular shape to make a dragon with multiple horns. Here I am making a four-horned dragon.
 Pinch the tube opposite the triangular shape so that the top and bottom are the same length, as shown. Pinch the ends only.
 Cut along the pinch marks for about 3/4 to 1 inch.
 Pinch along the upper and lower tabs created by the cut you just made. Wiggle the card board back and forth to loosen it and make it easier to fold.

 Fold the tabs over twice as shown.





 Do this for both top and bottom tabs. These will be the lips.
Pinch the tube just behind the cut for the mouth and fold it inward.
Repeat pinching the tube and folding it inward on both sides.
 Add a bit of glue to the inside of the folds you just made.

  You can clip them while the glue dries.

 You can curls the horns around a pencil...
 or just twist them with your fingers


 Fold the horns forward. Then make a second fold just a little higher up on the horns and fold back.











Glue along the first fold you just made and clip until dry...
 this will make the horns stand up like this.
 Push the little point behind the horns at the bottom of the tube forward...
until the tip of the point touches the top of the tube. Two folds will form on either side of the point.

  Now pinch those two folds together.
 Glue them.
 Clip them until dry.






Now you have the shape of the dragon's head.









Push a stick or pencil through the bottom.

Paint the dragon's skin.  Paint on eyes or add buttons for eyes or glue on googly eyes from the craft store.

 Glue thin strips of tissue or crepe paper to the inside of the upper lip.

Blow through the back of the dragon's head to make him breath fire.


Monday, October 8, 2012

Monday, October 1, 2012

   I had an interesting facebook experience today. In my newsfeed was a profile pic update by a 'friend." In this case, she wasn't someone I actually know, but one of many friends who are probably more accurately described as "fans." She is apparently a Christian minister of some kind. Here's a shot of her new profile pic:
   Accompanying the picture was a story she told about how she was going to the cardiologist for some heart health issues. She was afraid-- until she looked up and saw that God had provided her this sign in the sky. She presented this as a true story that had happened to her. 
   Now I do a lot of my illustrating in Photoshop and can usually spot an image that's been created there. Some people are pretty good at it, but this one was obviously faked. Plus, I wasn't sure why God would appropriate a symbol more likely used by Hallmark than any diety. So I did a google image search and found this image on a dating site:
    There are human silhouettes and a building inside this image, which she has blurred out in her profile pic. And, of course, she cut off the people on the beach. I challenged her in a comment. Why, I asked, would she make up a story- lie - to promote her faith? I didn't mention that she also stole an image and presented it as her own. She didn't answer, but she did update her pic again and removed the post that told the cardiologist story.
   What does this have to do with writing?  Well, I'm working right now on a YA novel that explores questions of faith. This facebook post got me thinking about belief and faith. Why do people make up these sort of "miracle" stories to justify or defend their faith, and why do other people believe them? Were the visions of prophets recounted in the bible, from the wheel of Ezekial to the Book of Revelations, once just ancient versions of someone's "god-heart-cloud-in-the-sky' facebook update? How many ministers today make up these kind of bogus stories to console/guide their flock (or to fleece them)? Why do people feel such an urge to make Jesus a sort of "super magician in the sky" instead of listening to his message, which is basically "love one another?"
   Are you a believer?  What do you believe and why do you believe it? Are you a skeptic? Why? Have you ever had an miraculous experience, or fallen for a bogus miracle?
   Tell me.
   I'm curious.