<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355</id><updated>2012-01-09T08:08:09.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tjshefelman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-1744423927367967504</id><published>2012-01-07T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T08:08:09.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our World" and Others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;For Christmas Tom gave me his painting called, "Our World." In amazing detail it shows our living and dining room with many paintings and drawings by Tom, our sons Karl and Daniel, Tom's mother, a needlepoint tapestry by me of our sons' childhood drawings, and family photographs on our dining table shrine. This is our magical tree house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLjIuyDZokc/TwkOXujjucI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gjBVH2zUMCE/s1600/Our+World.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLjIuyDZokc/TwkOXujjucI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gjBVH2zUMCE/s400/Our+World.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find this same meticulous detail in Tom's illustrations such as this one from &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi, &lt;/i&gt;showing young Antonio and his papa entering the Basilica San Marco in Venice, their world. Can you find them? Hint: They both have red hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZNr0Cf_IU/TwkRVKHPmoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DQgVol1qgaM/s1600/Antonio+and+Papa+Arrive+at+San+Marco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FCZNr0Cf_IU/TwkRVKHPmoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DQgVol1qgaM/s400/Antonio+and+Papa+Arrive+at+San+Marco.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this illustration from &lt;i&gt;A Peddler's Dream &lt;/i&gt;that shows young Solomon Joseph Azar, a peddler from Lebanon, arriving in Austin, Texas, where he will make his dream of having a store of his own come true and make Congress Avenue his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIzalApp4OY/TwkVouFFWkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lWrlvz1SKVw/s1600/Peddler%2527s+Dream%252C+Congress+Ave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIzalApp4OY/TwkVouFFWkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/lWrlvz1SKVw/s400/Peddler%2527s+Dream%252C+Congress+Ave.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-1744423927367967504?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1744423927367967504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-world-and-others.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/1744423927367967504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/1744423927367967504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-world-and-others.html' title='&quot;Our World&quot; and Others'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLjIuyDZokc/TwkOXujjucI/AAAAAAAAAP0/gjBVH2zUMCE/s72-c/Our+World.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-1849296560765620363</id><published>2011-11-29T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T15:58:44.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet, Still Words on a Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;When I read a book, I want quiet, still words on a page that stir something in my brain, not on my screen. I want quiet, still illustrations that I can study and hear myself think.&amp;nbsp;What does this mean? That I want e-books and apps to disappear? Not at all. I just don't want real books to disappear. To each his own.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a favorite page from our book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A Mare for Young Wolf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnQ0ZkJ_wRQ/TtU5fq3ePKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8uAsE6fKs3s/s1600/you+are+my+gods_0002.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnQ0ZkJ_wRQ/TtU5fq3ePKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8uAsE6fKs3s/s400/you+are+my+gods_0002.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look carefully at the illustration. The sun is rising from behind the hills. It is Spring, and Young Wolf sits in a field of bluebonnets. He is alert as he looks at the mare, Red Wind. Something is passing between them. None of the other horses are paying him any mind, only Red Wind.&lt;br /&gt;Now read the words. Red Wind speaks to Young Wolf. What do you think "Nnnnn-hhhhh" means? Make the sound out loud.&lt;br /&gt;"Her spirit entered his heart." What does that mean to you? Listen to yourself think.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read the whole book, go to the library and look for this cover:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MJ8BOaQEwU/TtVBwYnUh_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GpqTw4TEH3s/s1600/A+Mare+for+Young+Wolf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6MJ8BOaQEwU/TtVBwYnUh_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/GpqTw4TEH3s/s400/A+Mare+for+Young+Wolf.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-1849296560765620363?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1849296560765620363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-still-words-on-page.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/1849296560765620363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/1849296560765620363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/11/quiet-still-words-on-page.html' title='Quiet, Still Words on a Page'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EnQ0ZkJ_wRQ/TtU5fq3ePKI/AAAAAAAAAPc/8uAsE6fKs3s/s72-c/you+are+my+gods_0002.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-8844390276032750375</id><published>2011-09-23T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:23:19.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write Yourself into Existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;On September 18 Tom and I celebrated our anniversary and launched &lt;i&gt;Honeymoon Hobos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;at Book People. It was a heartwarming success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9wmcyojjW4/Tn0bh8GOKbI/AAAAAAAAANg/WTZ6IcZk-sk/s1600/Honeymoon+Hobos+front+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9wmcyojjW4/Tn0bh8GOKbI/AAAAAAAAANg/WTZ6IcZk-sk/s320/Honeymoon+Hobos+front+cover.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since the book is a travel memoir, I talked about the importance of telling your story. For those of you who missed the launch, here is what I said:&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hand if you have ever thought about writing a memoir. (Quite a few hands went up.) Have you put words on paper? (Some hands stayed up.) If not, I encourage you to do so. You are never too young or old to write your memoir. Writing teacher William Zinsser suggests writing one little memory a day. At the end of a year you have a lot of pieces of your life to put together. Look for a theme, something you can hang your memories on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Eggers, whose first book was a memoir and finalist for the Pulitzer Prize, encourages everyone to tell their story. His ancestor, who the family calls Great-Grandaddy Hawkins, led a caravan of covered wagons from the plains to California and wrote about his journey. He had 300 copies printed and bound into a real book. And because he did, his descendants know more about him than just a name and dates. They know his thoughts and feelings. He wrote - himself - into - existence. I love that phrase, but I didn't make it up. Dave Eggers passed it on to me and I pass it on to you. Write yourself into existence. My daddy, Gilbert Jordan, wrote himself into existence in a book titled &lt;i&gt;Yesterday in the Texas Hill Country. &lt;/i&gt;It did not win the Pulitzer Prize but is still in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBUbo2EpOnQ/Tn1RNZvmJ3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1WDRUzWvHGg/s1600/Yesterday+in+the+Texas+Hill+Country.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CBUbo2EpOnQ/Tn1RNZvmJ3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1WDRUzWvHGg/s400/Yesterday+in+the+Texas+Hill+Country.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written many characters into existence and wanted to do the same for Tom and me. Fortunately the letters and articles we wrote while traveling were saved which helped me get in touch with the moment. Tom did all the illustrations at the time. Some were done for publication in the &lt;i&gt;Asahi Shimbun, &lt;/i&gt;Tokyo's major newspaper, some were done for the &lt;i&gt;Texas Architect &lt;/i&gt;and later published in the &lt;i&gt;AIA Journal. &lt;/i&gt;But all were done to &lt;i&gt;draw&lt;/i&gt; our experiences into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4zXhX6xYCI/Tn1d2v7V25I/AAAAAAAAAOI/OLsPPYUuenA/s1600/Breakfast+in+Ogata%2527s+Temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x4zXhX6xYCI/Tn1d2v7V25I/AAAAAAAAAOI/OLsPPYUuenA/s320/Breakfast+in+Ogata%2527s+Temple.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast in Chotokuin Temple, Kyoto&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOiFeo21ue8/Tn1YSf_aKbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tJpWHDjAVqo/s1600/Wading+across+the+River.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QOiFeo21ue8/Tn1YSf_aKbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/tJpWHDjAVqo/s320/Wading+across+the+River.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wading Across a River in Cambodia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;One incentive for doing these drawings was that the editor of the &lt;i&gt;Asahi Shimbun &lt;/i&gt;offered $20 for each article Janice wrote and $5 more if I illustrated it.&lt;br /&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Some incentive!&lt;br /&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;But that paid for a whole month's rent.&lt;br /&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Yes. Tom also painted during our travels. Here is one called "Jaipur." To see others go to to his website: &lt;a href="http://shefelmanpaintings.com/"&gt;shefelmanpaintings.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OP1cafn6zFQ/Tn1E0m438ZI/AAAAAAAAANw/nJjcFCiPda8/s1600/Jaipur.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OP1cafn6zFQ/Tn1E0m438ZI/AAAAAAAAANw/nJjcFCiPda8/s400/Jaipur.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the title, we were dubbed honeymoon hobos by a reporter friend at the &lt;i&gt;Asahi Shimbun, &lt;/i&gt;a young man named Dub Swim from Oklahoma, who wrote for the English edition of the newspaper. Little did we imagine then that he had give us the title of a book.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to read the brief preface to you. But first, please notice the silver stamp on the case - the letters T and J entwined.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ***&lt;br /&gt;(Here I asked Tom if he wanted to sit down while I read.)&lt;br /&gt;TOM: (spontaneously) No, I want to stay entwined. (This remark brought the house down.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;***&lt;br /&gt;JANICE (after the reading): &amp;nbsp;Now close your eyes if you like, and let's imagine that we have boarded the &lt;i&gt;Tsuneshima Maru,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;the anchor has been hoisted, and we are headed out to sea for a 3 1/2 minute sound voyage across the Pacific.&amp;nbsp;(We played "Music from the Age of Discovery," track 18, which combines an&amp;nbsp;instrumental version of the Italian song, "I Have Seen the World Map," with&amp;nbsp;the sound of waves and the booming and creaking of a ship.)&lt;br /&gt;And here we are in Japan!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;***&lt;br /&gt;Even though we sold many books there are some left at Book People, Austin, even a few signed copies. They are also available through our website: &lt;a href="http://shefelmanbooks.com/"&gt;shefelmanbooks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-8844390276032750375?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8844390276032750375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/write-yourself-into-existence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/8844390276032750375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/8844390276032750375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/write-yourself-into-existence.html' title='Write Yourself into Existence'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t9wmcyojjW4/Tn0bh8GOKbI/AAAAAAAAANg/WTZ6IcZk-sk/s72-c/Honeymoon+Hobos+front+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-2858121075894974566</id><published>2011-09-01T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T11:40:42.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Book for Grownups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Tom and I are launching our travel memoir this month. Here is a little something about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honeymoon Hobos: A Journey Around a World that Once Was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Yearning to see the world, Tom and I sold our possessions, got married, and set out on a journey we could not afford but had to take. In October of 1954 we boarded a Japanese freighter out of Long Beach, bound for Yokohama, planning to take a year to circle the globe. Our meagre baggage included Tom's sketching and painting supplies and books for the voyage. Our goal was to live inside other cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psdjZpHSGXA/Tl65FdvoV_I/AAAAAAAAANM/ivJBX3SN4T4/s1600/Honeymoon+Hobos+front+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psdjZpHSGXA/Tl65FdvoV_I/AAAAAAAAANM/ivJBX3SN4T4/s400/Honeymoon+Hobos+front+cover.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world was a different place in 1954. Except for an emergency, the only way to keep in touch with family and friends was by writing letters which could take a week or more for delivery. Those letters and articles written for newspapers and magazines were saved which helped me get in touch with the moment. Tom did all the illustrations at the time. Here he is sketching the Meows of northern Thailand. They did not want their picture taken with a camera, but were fascinated by Tom's drawings of them — so fascinated that I managed to snap one photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7eDw7c07kg/Tl676CjU2XI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JPmxfpC5q6s/s1600/Tom+Honeymoon+Hobos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7eDw7c07kg/Tl676CjU2XI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JPmxfpC5q6s/s400/Tom+Honeymoon+Hobos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is one of his sketches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qN6wz8gD508/Tl_EkufLsaI/AAAAAAAAANY/WzKf3mGG4Q4/s1600/The+Meows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="307" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qN6wz8gD508/Tl_EkufLsaI/AAAAAAAAANY/WzKf3mGG4Q4/s400/The+Meows.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-2858121075894974566?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/2858121075894974566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-first-book-for-grownups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/2858121075894974566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/2858121075894974566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-first-book-for-grownups.html' title='Our First Book for Grownups'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psdjZpHSGXA/Tl65FdvoV_I/AAAAAAAAANM/ivJBX3SN4T4/s72-c/Honeymoon+Hobos+front+cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-486129120333569785</id><published>2011-07-29T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T11:07:13.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let Yourself Get Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;When I visit schools, I tell students that there are too many exciting things to do and see in this world to ever get bored. And they are not on a screen, except for e-books. Try some of them:&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sun set and make a painting. Here is one that Tom made of a sunset in the Puget Sound for our picture book-in-progress, &lt;i&gt;Whale Ferry Tale&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdVYJ37gDCk/TjHwW7dFUeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DXRUHPVReC4/s1600/janice038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdVYJ37gDCk/TjHwW7dFUeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DXRUHPVReC4/s400/janice038.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play a musical instrument like young Antonio in our picture book biography, &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bgZzoHwpaI/TjMS9zhC7XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cER6k-9Y-cs/s1600/boyplaying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bgZzoHwpaI/TjMS9zhC7XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/cER6k-9Y-cs/s400/boyplaying.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to horses like Young Wolf in this illustration from &lt;i&gt;A Mare for Young Wolf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8n42gx6zcc/TjMY7yFz-pI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1kZ6oDa0eP0/s1600/young+wolf2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B8n42gx6zcc/TjMY7yFz-pI/AAAAAAAAAM4/1kZ6oDa0eP0/s400/young+wolf2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read a book like &lt;i&gt;Son of Spirit Horse,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;the story of two boys who both want to win the horse race at the tribal fair. Neither Young Wolf, on the left, nor Little Big Mouth, on the right, can imagine what he will win and lose. Can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VetecG56T70/TjRF6hIzhSI/AAAAAAAAANI/rwMV-KYkveo/s1600/Son+of+Spirit+Horse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VetecG56T70/TjRF6hIzhSI/AAAAAAAAANI/rwMV-KYkveo/s400/Son+of+Spirit+Horse.JPG" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Come up with your own ideas and post them here.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that bored is a five letter word! Don't make it part of your vocabulary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-486129120333569785?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/486129120333569785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-let-yourself-get-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/486129120333569785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/486129120333569785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/dont-let-yourself-get-bored.html' title='Don&apos;t Let Yourself Get Bored'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdVYJ37gDCk/TjHwW7dFUeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/DXRUHPVReC4/s72-c/janice038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-3801817528212292701</id><published>2011-07-03T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:51:34.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Illustration from Rough Sketch to Final Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;Our picture book,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A Peddler's Dream, &lt;/i&gt;is&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;the story of Solomon Joseph Azar who comes to Texas from Lebanon in the early 1900s to seek his fortune. He starts out as a peddler, traveling the country roads with items that farm families need, such as calico, ribbon, thread, lace, suspenders, and spices. But Solomon's dream is to have a store of his own in Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGoMfnmRg5g/TjNGyhJ4zLI/AAAAAAAAANA/0Q9RITojkE4/s1600/Peddlers+Dream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGoMfnmRg5g/TjNGyhJ4zLI/AAAAAAAAANA/0Q9RITojkE4/s320/Peddlers+Dream.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to draw I need visual references like these two, one of Congress Avenue in 1910, the other of a farm wagon out of a 1908 Sears Roebuck catalog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M3NtGGffqc/Tg-jVJX4nfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bVjYasVtA48/s1600/janice055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1M3NtGGffqc/Tg-jVJX4nfI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/bVjYasVtA48/s400/janice055.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQqQS7o3h5I/Tg-jqRLzd-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4czFiJvZOo0/s1600/janice056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tQqQS7o3h5I/Tg-jqRLzd-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/4czFiJvZOo0/s320/janice056.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before beginning a full size sketch, I make a storyboard of thumbnail sketches of every scene in the book. This helps me see how illustrations flow from page to page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is my first full size sketch of Solomon riding into Austin with a farmer who has befriended him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bLrgHUbYJ4/Tg-lxLzRybI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FOP66fOLXn4/s1600/janice057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2bLrgHUbYJ4/Tg-lxLzRybI/AAAAAAAAAMY/FOP66fOLXn4/s400/janice057.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next step is to tape this sketch to the glass top of my light table and lay another sheet of paper over it. Then I can make changes in the lines I can see through the paper, like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpDS_4v7fb4/ThDpDPbYX9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/U4p0yAYua-Y/s1600/janice058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rpDS_4v7fb4/ThDpDPbYX9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/U4p0yAYua-Y/s400/janice058.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here you can see that I changed the perspective angle and brought the farm wagon more into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Now a third drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjNsuWCsgLk/ThDqJ0gHggI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pEV-rovQIJo/s1600/janice059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjNsuWCsgLk/ThDqJ0gHggI/AAAAAAAAAMg/pEV-rovQIJo/s400/janice059.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have added more detail in this one. Since I like it, I go over the lines in ink. Then I lay a sheet of watercolor paper over this drawing. Even though it is thick the ink lines show through. I trace those lines in pencil, get out my watercolors and paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEJLunkUkOk/ThDreSU-jZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YtdVNrGnGiw/s1600/janice060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEJLunkUkOk/ThDreSU-jZI/AAAAAAAAAMk/YtdVNrGnGiw/s400/janice060.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-3801817528212292701?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3801817528212292701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/illustration-from-rough-sketch-to-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3801817528212292701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3801817528212292701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/07/illustration-from-rough-sketch-to-final.html' title='An Illustration from Rough Sketch to Final Painting'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGoMfnmRg5g/TjNGyhJ4zLI/AAAAAAAAANA/0Q9RITojkE4/s72-c/Peddlers+Dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-1349584522646100584</id><published>2011-06-01T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:47:30.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Write for Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Ever since I took a course in children's literature at Southern Methodist University, I have been in love with children's books. As a teacher my favorite part of the day was reading aloud to my fourth graders. Later, as a mother, I took joy in introducing our sons to all the best books. And finally I decided to try writing one myself, which became &lt;i&gt;A Paradise Called Texas, &lt;/i&gt;a Texas Bluebonnet Award nominee&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0DkV5txP_Y/S28jRzhm8xI/AAAAAAAAACc/GO6SODr5QAY/s1600/paradise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0DkV5txP_Y/S28jRzhm8xI/AAAAAAAAACc/GO6SODr5QAY/s320/paradise.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write for children because their minds are open, willing to embrace new ideas. Thus a children's author bears the huge responsibility to be true to life experiences of love and loss, joy and sorrow, the past and present, and the cultures of the world. I love the challenge to get it right for young readers. They deserve our best which requires thorough research and careful rewriting. Here I am reading one of the best to my sons Karl and Daniel. Because of this book, &lt;i&gt;D'Aulaires' Book of Greek Myths,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;they grew up loving Greek myths and still do. So do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDQ0yU9CYgs/TeZobfs2M7I/AAAAAAAAAME/TXp2Ukko0Zg/s1600/shef129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDQ0yU9CYgs/TeZobfs2M7I/AAAAAAAAAME/TXp2Ukko0Zg/s320/shef129.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My latest novel, &lt;i&gt;Ariadne's Choice, &lt;/i&gt;is based on the myth of the minotaur. While it is being considered at several publishing houses, Tom painted this proposed wraparound cover. May it be an editor's choice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7tKR_JaMMc/TeZp4GI7fJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6fF06F4c9a8/s1600/Ariadne%2527s+Choice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z7tKR_JaMMc/TeZp4GI7fJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6fF06F4c9a8/s320/Ariadne%2527s+Choice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-1349584522646100584?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/1349584522646100584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-write-for-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/1349584522646100584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/1349584522646100584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-write-for-children.html' title='Why I Write for Children'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0DkV5txP_Y/S28jRzhm8xI/AAAAAAAAACc/GO6SODr5QAY/s72-c/paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-7608082182440253794</id><published>2011-04-09T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:00:05.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Write What You DON'T Know . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;BUT ARE PASSIONATE TO LEARN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANICE: The oldest advice for writers is to write what you know. Don't let yourself be limited by this advice. You can learn what you don't know. You can live other lives in other places in other times. How? By doing research, by reading about another time, another place, by visiting the place, by becoming another person. But you must be passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fae0cfCnzug/TaEVWtdDwTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IN8mluNSrMw/s1600/P1010086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fae0cfCnzug/TaEVWtdDwTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IN8mluNSrMw/s400/P1010086.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work-in-progress,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Ariadne's Choice,&lt;/i&gt; is mythical fiction set in Knossos three thousand years ago when King Minos, Queen Pasiphae, and Princess Ariadne lived in this palace. I have always written about the past, striving to make it come alive for young readers. But never have I tried to go this far back in time. The only way to connect to Knossos and the ancient Minoans is to go to Crete. And so Tom and I flew to Athens and took the night ferry to Heraklion, the major port and only a few miles from Knossos. Tom took this photograph of the north gate to the palace, and later made a watercolor painting he calls "Knossos Vision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4vKH2IT8YI/TaNrkj3sXsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D9CdNiu1qpE/s1600/Knossos+Vision.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L4vKH2IT8YI/TaNrkj3sXsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/D9CdNiu1qpE/s400/Knossos+Vision.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-7608082182440253794?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7608082182440253794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/write-what-you-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7608082182440253794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7608082182440253794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/04/write-what-you-dont-know.html' title='Write What You DON&apos;T Know . . .'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Fae0cfCnzug/TaEVWtdDwTI/AAAAAAAAAL0/IN8mluNSrMw/s72-c/P1010086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-3965486395588358765</id><published>2011-03-18T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:27:56.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Picture Book Biographies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;The March/April issue of &lt;i&gt;Horn Book, &lt;/i&gt;"Fact, Fiction, and In Between," grabbed my attention and did not let go until I read it through. The combination of fact and fiction is my beloved territory for both reading and writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tznt9rXmL5s/TYPgEMM-H0I/AAAAAAAAALo/yE2akOR-w6Y/s1600/Horn+Book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tznt9rXmL5s/TYPgEMM-H0I/AAAAAAAAALo/yE2akOR-w6Y/s320/Horn+Book.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article, "What Makes a Good Picture Book Biography?" by Viki Ash and Thom Barthelmess was of &amp;nbsp;special interest to me. Admittedly I am disappointed that our picture book, &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi, &lt;/i&gt;was not one of the examples. However, I am consoled by the fact that 12,500 children chose it as a 2008 International Reading Association Children's Choices book. Like Margarita Engle in &lt;i&gt;Summer Birds, &lt;/i&gt;I told the story in first person which enabled me to express my passion for the music Vivaldi wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Tom studied Canaletto's paintings among others in his research. Thus, when a &lt;i&gt;Kirkus &lt;/i&gt;reviewer said, "Giving Canaletto a run for his money, the illustrator sets expressive, natural-looking figures against golden-toned backdrops of 17th-century Venice's rich interiors, splendid vistas, opulent churches and serene canals," Tom was wowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mbVKPxG-Jq4/TYPo4It4PgI/AAAAAAAAALw/EhyGkpkyK9E/s1600/012Page14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-mbVKPxG-Jq4/TYPo4It4PgI/AAAAAAAAALw/EhyGkpkyK9E/s400/012Page14.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Basilica San Marco, Venice, by Tom Shefelman — From &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi **&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-3965486395588358765?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3965486395588358765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/viva-picture-book-biographies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3965486395588358765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3965486395588358765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/03/viva-picture-book-biographies.html' title='Viva Picture Book Biographies!'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tznt9rXmL5s/TYPgEMM-H0I/AAAAAAAAALo/yE2akOR-w6Y/s72-c/Horn+Book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-165128489561987715</id><published>2011-01-02T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T13:08:39.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home and Work Are Here</title><content type='html'>JANICE: &amp;nbsp;We live in a playful tree house designed by my architect, Tom. It is made of cedar and glass and perches on the edge of a bluff overlooking Shoal Creek greenbelt, thus the name Shoal Creek Studios. Even though our house is in central Austin, it feels like we are in the country. Here is the garden gate entrance, and I am welcoming you to come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDSLv0EI8I/AAAAAAAAALA/3VSVCP8bZ0k/s1600/Entry+gate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDSLv0EI8I/AAAAAAAAALA/3VSVCP8bZ0k/s320/Entry+gate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk down a brick path to Tom's studio. Our house is in two parts, the Little House and the Big House. Tom's studio is in the Little House. Here he is inviting us inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDSyvGzkaI/AAAAAAAAALE/qY2cLtR3fpQ/s1600/T%2527s+studio+door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDSyvGzkaI/AAAAAAAAALE/qY2cLtR3fpQ/s320/T%2527s+studio+door.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watch him working at his light table. He makes a first rough sketch of an illustration, lays another sheet of paper over it and makes a more detailed drawing over the lines he can see through the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDTwwEwi1I/AAAAAAAAALI/qKh-PhY6EOc/s1600/T+in+studio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDTwwEwi1I/AAAAAAAAALI/qKh-PhY6EOc/s320/T+in+studio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cat Sally used to watch him and sometimes sat on his illustrations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDUT-BF1hI/AAAAAAAAALM/zoizORf-oFM/s1600/Sally+in+studio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDUT-BF1hI/AAAAAAAAALM/zoizORf-oFM/s320/Sally+in+studio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's walk across the bridge to the Big House where we live and I have my studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDVLgkaTJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OLp_X478_Fo/s1600/Bridge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDVLgkaTJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/OLp_X478_Fo/s320/Bridge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go through the blue door into the living room. There are many windows, especially in this two-story space. When the moon is full, we can watch it rise from the horizon to the top of the night sky. The walls are covered with paintings by family members, Tom, our sons Karl and Daniel, and Tom's mother Madolene. I am the only one who paints with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDWGA0bbRI/AAAAAAAAALU/WveupaNu-1U/s1600/Livingroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDWGA0bbRI/AAAAAAAAALU/WveupaNu-1U/s400/Livingroom.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my studio. It is sunny and spacious and holds three desks plus a couch. The walls are lined with bookshelves except for one that is covered with images I gather during research. These help me visualize as I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDW88xYrXI/AAAAAAAAALY/w05wllBRLQ0/s1600/J+in+studio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDW88xYrXI/AAAAAAAAALY/w05wllBRLQ0/s320/J+in+studio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always worked together and find it stimulating and occasionally maddening! We bounce ideas back and forth and come up with concepts that neither would have thought of by ourselves. I have mental images of scenes and often make stick figure drawings that Tom turns into something alive. And sometimes I change my words to reflect his illustration because he has a better idea. We wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDX_GKJEXI/AAAAAAAAALc/yN4ts8rQT3Y/s1600/shefelmen+in+studio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDX_GKJEXI/AAAAAAAAALc/yN4ts8rQT3Y/s320/shefelmen+in+studio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-165128489561987715?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/165128489561987715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-and-work-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/165128489561987715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/165128489561987715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2011/01/home-and-work-are-here.html' title='Home and Work Are Here'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TSDSLv0EI8I/AAAAAAAAALA/3VSVCP8bZ0k/s72-c/Entry+gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-6046939131466961753</id><published>2010-10-29T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:31:05.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace E-Books</title><content type='html'>JANICE: &amp;nbsp;The new world of reading is going to be okay. After all, we humans made the transition from scrolls and palm leaves. Yet there is a difference this time. With scrolls and palm leaves we gave them up for another tactile object — a bound book. I am not willing to give up books that I can feel, but I embrace another way to read as well. There is a time and place for both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two experiences lately warmed my heart to the new medium. Last month at a concert of baroque music I sat next to a woman reading Patti LuPone's memoir on a Kindle while we waited for the concert to begin. She was savoring the past and the future in a lovely way, and it gave me heart. We don't have to abandon the past to embrace the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I was sitting in a dentist's chair fearing the possible pain. While the novocain took effect, my lovable (yes) dentist distracted me with his new iPad. He showed me one of the free books that came with it, &lt;i&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;/i&gt;— in the original version illustrated by Ernest Shepard! The book that set me on the path of writing for children. I fell in love with e-readers and felt no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMuFzxLnvuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Rr-kNt7HQU0/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMuFzxLnvuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Rr-kNt7HQU0/s320/IMG.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Illustration by Ernest Shepard from &lt;i&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;/i&gt;—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now &lt;i&gt;Anna Maria's Gift, &lt;/i&gt;my latest, is available as a bound book or an e-book. Read whichever one you please. Just read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMuG9w_M5hI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JxHf0enIhNM/s1600/Anna+Maria's+Gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMuG9w_M5hI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JxHf0enIhNM/s320/Anna+Maria's+Gift.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-6046939131466961753?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6046939131466961753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/embrace-e-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6046939131466961753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6046939131466961753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/embrace-e-books.html' title='Embrace E-Books'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMuFzxLnvuI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Rr-kNt7HQU0/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-7178905607476867599</id><published>2010-10-26T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:40:56.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Books vs. Chapter Books</title><content type='html'>Dear Parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not give up picture books in favor of word books. Children need glorious images that go with printed words. Those images will make the words unforgettable. Ideally, we want to raise children who are both verbally and visually educated, and picture books do both. Here are some examples of why picture books are a vital way to learn about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want your child to be interested in Shakespeare? Then you need this book. Even parents will learn something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMYOTftPVKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qc0Dh_rUpNw/s1600/IMGpicture+books_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMYOTftPVKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qc0Dh_rUpNw/s320/IMGpicture+books_0003.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about Marco Polo and his journey? This book has lots of words with illustrations both new and ancient that you and your child will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMYTL45DcrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CblJB5Ttm9k/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMYTL45DcrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/CblJB5Ttm9k/s320/IMG.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I cannot resist our own picture book biography of Antonio Vivaldi. This book along with a CD of Vivaldi's music make the composer come to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TCeTkHEoHpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MDekrSM9LB0/s1600/I+Vivaldi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TCeTkHEoHpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MDekrSM9LB0/s320/I+Vivaldi.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading and looking,&lt;br /&gt;Janice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-7178905607476867599?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7178905607476867599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-books-vs-chapter-books_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7178905607476867599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7178905607476867599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-books-vs-chapter-books_26.html' title='Picture Books vs. Chapter Books'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TMYOTftPVKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qc0Dh_rUpNw/s72-c/IMGpicture+books_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-3779191549527501120</id><published>2010-09-10T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T10:07:05.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Favorite Children's Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;These are books that I love to read over and over and that teach me how to write. You will notice that all are historical novels or adaptations of ancient tales, because that is what I love to write. The best way to learn how to write is to read what you want to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIrBhmNlKSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/67FkMINkBgg/s1600/J.+Tremain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIrBhmNlKSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/67FkMINkBgg/s320/J.+Tremain.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;i&gt;Johnny Tremain &lt;/i&gt;Esther Forbes' characters leap off the page and into your life. Even the baby in the cradle and the horse Johnny rides have character. How does the author do it? By both showing and telling and by giving each one a backstory, including the baby and the horse. Johnny is an apprentice silversmith living in the home of his master with two other apprentices. In the opening scene the mistress of the house has called the boys to get up in the morning. Here is how Esther Forbes introduces him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Johnny Tremain was on his feet. He did not bother to answer his mistress. He turned to the fat, pale, almost white-haired boy still wallowing in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Hear that, Dove?'"&lt;br /&gt;Already we know that Johnny is an energetic, bossy boy who knows his own worth.&lt;br /&gt;As for backstory, Forbes lets Johnny tell his master's daughter after she says:&lt;br /&gt;"'You never speak of your mother, Johnny. She hadn't been dead more'n a few weeks when you first came here.'"&lt;br /&gt;There follows a heartfelt story of his mother and how he came to be an apprentice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIrCPPHC5DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MzR7AguXsps/s1600/Bronze+Bow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIrCPPHC5DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MzR7AguXsps/s320/Bronze+Bow.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The Bronze Bow &lt;/i&gt;has the most magnificent ending of any book, either for children or adults, that I have ever read. Daniel Bar Jamin wants only to rid Israel of the Romans to revenge the death of his parents and the resulting illness of his sister. His hatred consumes him and he joins an outlaw band. At that time there was a Rabbi in Capernaum teaching love. Daniel resists until Jesus heals his sister and opens his eyes. Much to Daniel's rage, she had fallen in love with a Roman soldier who was being sent back to Rome. Here, in part, is the final scene:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"(Daniel) flung himself out the doorway - and stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Across the street the Roman soldier stood alone under the broiling sun.&lt;br /&gt;Haltingly, Daniel walked, not after Jesus, but across the road, till he stood before the boy. He had to try twice before the words would come. "My sister will get well," he said, his voice harsh. "The fever has left her...I think she would want to say good-bye to you...Will you come into our house?"&lt;br /&gt;Here is total character transformation. Thrilling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIr8IukwfQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GWoWvo7mD7I/s1600/Black+Ships.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIr8IukwfQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GWoWvo7mD7I/s320/Black+Ships.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary Sutcliff adapted &lt;i&gt;The Iliad &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;The Odyssey, &lt;/i&gt;and, in my opinion, outdid Homer, with lots of help from the illustrator, Alan Lee, who is also an inspiration to Tom. Sutcliff is best known for her historical novels set in Roman Britain, notably &lt;i&gt;Eagle of the Ninth, &lt;/i&gt;another favorite of mine. In all her writing she brings ancient times to full life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TJJDgBNWW8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/uSG2Wh9fcVk/s1600/IMG_3226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TJJDgBNWW8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/uSG2Wh9fcVk/s200/IMG_3226.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIr-lcVqpFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2r5LVQv8Tro/s1600/Pop%27s+Penguins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIr-lcVqpFI/AAAAAAAAAIk/2r5LVQv8Tro/s200/Pop%27s+Penguins.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Popper's Penguins&lt;/i&gt; is my current favorite. I just read it for the first time because our son Karl is the storyboard artist for a film that starts shooting in October, starring Jim Carey as Mr. Popper and many penguins. W.C. Fields once said, "Never work with children or animals," but he didn't know Jim Carey! Here's Karl, meeting the talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-3779191549527501120?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3779191549527501120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-favorite-childrens-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3779191549527501120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3779191549527501120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/our-favorite-childrens-books.html' title='Our Favorite Children&apos;s Books'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIrBhmNlKSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/67FkMINkBgg/s72-c/J.+Tremain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-5730290208619827268</id><published>2010-09-05T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:36:33.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Shakespeare's  Arrow Pierced the Heart of a Comanche Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;If you want to know how Shakespeare shot an arrow that pierced the heart of a young Comanche boy in Texas, then read &lt;i&gt;Comanche Song &lt;/i&gt;(Eakin Press). This story was born out of our sons' love for finding arrowheads on my father's Blue Mountain Ranch in central Texas. Doing some research, I discovered that the Indians who once lived there were Penateka Comanches, the band involved in the Council House Massacre and the Battle of Plum Creek during 1840. Since these two clashes between Texans and Comanches had never been told from the Comanche point of view, I wanted to tell it through the eyes of Tsena, son of a peace chief who was killed in the massacre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Tom's beautiful cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIQGvpn8WtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jA8CMcg3vBU/s1600/Comanche+Song.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIQGvpn8WtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jA8CMcg3vBU/s400/Comanche+Song.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My habit when looking for a good book is to read the first paragraph. Am I hooked or not? So here is the first paragraph of the novel:&lt;br /&gt;"It was white man's year of 1840. Tsena ducked out of his lodge and stood looking across the ravine to the hills beyond. He could not know that it was also the year white man would change his life forever. No one in the village could know."&lt;br /&gt;Are you hooked? I hope so. This book was chosen by the New York Public Library for its list of Best Books for the Teen Age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about Shakespeare's arrow: When Tsena accompanies his father and other chiefs to a council with Texans in San Antonio, the negotiations turn violent. He is suddenly cast into white man's world where he learns about a new way of life and glimpses the power of the written word, especially Shakespeare's words. To learn more, visit your local library or our website: &lt;a href="http://shefelmanbooks.com/"&gt;shefelmanbooks.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-5730290208619827268?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5730290208619827268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-shakespeares-arrow-pierced-heart-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/5730290208619827268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/5730290208619827268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-shakespeares-arrow-pierced-heart-of.html' title='How Shakespeare&apos;s  Arrow Pierced the Heart of a Comanche Boy'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TIQGvpn8WtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/jA8CMcg3vBU/s72-c/Comanche+Song.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-8504100564946309210</id><published>2010-07-23T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:22:30.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Toss Your Days to the Wind</title><content type='html'>JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Keep a journal. Tom and I both have journals. His is as much a sketch book &amp;nbsp;as a writing book. This entry he did while sitting in the Piazza de la Rotunda in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TEpNKbIjshI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rLWhMPQuIzg/s1600/janice044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TEpNKbIjshI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rLWhMPQuIzg/s400/janice044.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journal is Italian leather with gold-edged pages. Elegant. For me a journal is private and close to my heart, not for publication like a blog. I don't write in it every day but at least once a week or when an event or thought demands expression.&amp;nbsp;Occasionally I add photographs, copies of letters, Tom's sketches and book illustrations. And I always create a title page using an image. My current journal begins with an image from an ancient Greek vase because my work-in-progress, &lt;i&gt;Ariadne's Choice,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;is based on the myth of the minotaur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TEpGbLcnEwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MpM1nYWelb8/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TEpGbLcnEwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MpM1nYWelb8/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" width="310" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, in Venice, I lost my journal, the nightmare of any writer. I left it on a table in a restaurant where Tom and I had lunch. When we returned it was gone. Why would anyone steal a journal? We searched nearby canals, thinking maybe the person saw that the book was worthless and tossed it in the water. But no, we found nothing. To relieve my agony I bought a Venetian journal covered in marbled paper, and we spent the evening in the &lt;i&gt;Piazzetta&lt;/i&gt; listening to music, watching a full moon rise over the &lt;i&gt;Bacino,&lt;/i&gt; and writing in our journals. So, agony and ecstasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my book characters keep journals as well. In &lt;i&gt;Willow Creek Home&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Book Two of A Texas Trilogy)&amp;nbsp;Papa brings Mina a leather bound book from Fredericksburg, and she makes her first entry that very night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sophie's War&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a historical novel written&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;as a journal. In that story Sophie loses her journal but finds it. Otherwise there would not be a book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jefferson said that writing in a journal "eases the mind." Margaret Mitchell and I say, if you don't keep a journal your days are gone with the wind. You will never remember the intensity of the moment. I only wish I had started journaling earlier, but it's never too late. Whether you are eight or eighty, start now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-8504100564946309210?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8504100564946309210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-toss-your-days-to-wind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/8504100564946309210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/8504100564946309210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-toss-your-days-to-wind.html' title='Don&apos;t Toss Your Days to the Wind'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TEpNKbIjshI/AAAAAAAAAHc/rLWhMPQuIzg/s72-c/janice044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-6971359112001833419</id><published>2010-06-27T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:05:03.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good and Bad Rejections</title><content type='html'>JANICE: &amp;nbsp;I had hoped my next entry would be about the joy of a book acceptance, but it was not to be. You may think that a published writer and illustrator don't get rejected. They do — again and again, and it does not get any easier to take.&amp;nbsp;Writing and illustrating children's books is not a career for the faint-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a week's time Tom and I have received two rejections, one good and one bad, on two different projects.&amp;nbsp;A bad rejection feels like a body blow. It tells you nothing except that your book "does not fit our list." By now I know what I need is a good night's sleep. In the morning I get up and send the manuscript or dummy out again. But if that rejection is the good kind, the kind that has a critique, it gives you hope, glorious hope. Again, I get a good night's sleep, get up, and this time go to work, revising with the guidelines of the critique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened with our picture book biography, &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi, &lt;/i&gt;which was submitted to some 150 publishers (hard to believe but true). We had other projects going on, so we were not waiting to hear, which is vital to maintaining optimism. Quite a few editors gave helpful suggestions and the book just got better and better until one magical day I stepped out of the shower and the telephone rang. Wrapped in a towel I answered and heard a voice say, "We love your book and want to publish it." In that moment all 150 rejections were forgotten, and work began anew with this result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TCeTkHEoHpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MDekrSM9LB0/s1600/I+Vivaldi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TCeTkHEoHpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MDekrSM9LB0/s400/I+Vivaldi.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-6971359112001833419?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6971359112001833419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-and-bad-rejections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6971359112001833419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6971359112001833419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-and-bad-rejections.html' title='Good and Bad Rejections'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TCeTkHEoHpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MDekrSM9LB0/s72-c/I+Vivaldi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-5147740178039981526</id><published>2010-06-03T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:23:23.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny in a Children's Book</title><content type='html'>JANICE: &amp;nbsp;You may remember a line from the movie, "You've Got Mail." Meg Ryan, whose character owns a children's book store, says, "When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does."&amp;nbsp;Think back, what book stands out in your life, whether you are a child or a grownup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TAfyAgYyNhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/B8TsCdfOi-c/s1600/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TAfyAgYyNhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/B8TsCdfOi-c/s320/IMG.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Illustration by Ernest Shepard from &lt;i&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;/i&gt;***&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me it was &lt;i&gt;Winnie the Pooh &lt;/i&gt;in the original version by A.A. Milne. When Daddy read it to me, he enjoyed it as much as I did. I think I realized then that you don't have to grow up. You can keep that child in your mind. And thus, I came to write children's books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-5147740178039981526?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/5147740178039981526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/06/destiny-in-childrens-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/5147740178039981526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/5147740178039981526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/06/destiny-in-childrens-book.html' title='Destiny in a Children&apos;s Book'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/TAfyAgYyNhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/B8TsCdfOi-c/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-6505285578564226895</id><published>2010-05-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:42:47.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections Books Make</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S-x8OFapS-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZwQFxz34s5U/s1600/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S-x8OFapS-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZwQFxz34s5U/s200/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Wonderful connections happen with books. In planning the May 1st release party for &lt;i&gt;Anna Maria's Gift &lt;/i&gt;at Book People,&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;I knew we must have three things — a reading of Chapter 1, violin playing by a young girl, and Italian creme cake. Sweetish Hill provided the cake, and I did the reading of the chapter in which Anna Maria plays the violin for her papa on his deathbed. My friend, pianist and teacher Felicity Coltman, found our "Anna Maria" to play the violin. Her name is Gelsomina. We have become friends with the whole family. She calls us Ms. Janice and Mr. Tom, and I call her my angel. Here we are rehearsing as she plays the largo from Vivaldi's D Minor Concerto, just as Anna Maria does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S-xx77WD0QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KKOqc1bYG-U/s1600/IMGGelsomina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="311" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S-xx77WD0QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/KKOqc1bYG-U/s400/IMGGelsomina.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The performance was a touching success that brought tears to some eyes, including mine. Gelsomina played from her heart as if she were truly Anna Maria. And then we all recovered over Anna Maria's cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S-x-26cjODI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J6ykWGDG2x0/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S-x-26cjODI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J6ykWGDG2x0/s200/IMG_0002.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There is a bit of serendipity involved here. Our picture book, &lt;i&gt;I, Vivald&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp;has recently been published in Korea. It happens that Gelsomina's mother and violin coach is Korean and her father is appropriately Italian. In thanks for her playing, Tom and I presented the family with this Korean edition as well as a copy of &lt;i&gt;Anna Maria's Gift &lt;/i&gt;just for Gelsomina&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-6505285578564226895?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6505285578564226895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/connections-books-make.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6505285578564226895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6505285578564226895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/05/connections-books-make.html' title='Connections Books Make'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S-x8OFapS-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZwQFxz34s5U/s72-c/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-133190538791703453</id><published>2010-04-27T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T14:15:37.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Tom Is Not the Illustrator</title><content type='html'>JANICE: &amp;nbsp;How does it feel when someone not Tom is chosen to illustrate one of my books, namely &lt;i&gt;Anna Maria's Gift?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Heartbreaking at first and unsettling. After all, I cannot tell the illustrator what to do. But I can and did furnish research images of Venice as well as clothing and furnishings of Vivaldi's time. And I can and did make suggestions, some of which were taken, some not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Robert Papp, the illustrator, a letter which had to go by way of the art editor. (For reasons of centralizing decisions, I did not have direct communication with him.) "Dear Robert, This is a new experience for me. No one outside my family has ever illustrated my books. but after looking at your artwork, I feel confident that it will be a good experience." My big disappointment was never getting an answer in his own words, even indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in any production there were ups and downs, agreements and disputes, compromises and celebrations. An emotional roller coaster, but actually not so different than when Tom is the illustrator. It's just that I have direct contact and more influence with Tom. So it was frustrating at times. But in the end I fell in love with the vibrant girl on the cover. She looks just like the girl I imagined while writing the story. Tom and I have decided to adopt her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;I appreciated the opportunity to comment on Robert's early interior sketches with my own sketches, and his response was heartwarming. And when I saw his cover illustration I was won over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S9dP8hpDj9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/348VqOV_vXA/s1600/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S9dP8hpDj9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/348VqOV_vXA/s400/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-133190538791703453?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/133190538791703453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-tom-is-not-illustrator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/133190538791703453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/133190538791703453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-tom-is-not-illustrator.html' title='When Tom Is Not the Illustrator'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S9dP8hpDj9I/AAAAAAAAAGA/348VqOV_vXA/s72-c/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-865464575278588596</id><published>2010-04-19T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:09:09.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love for Librarians</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Librarians belong to the noblest, if not oldest, profession in the world. I know, because I am one even though not employed. But once a librarian, always a librarian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;Librarians are and have always been the salvation of our culture. They deserve our support, including enhancing their libraries and building new ones." (I am an architect as well as illustrator!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S8zTfqrlPiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BpSQ7IVJgBs/s1600/I+Vivaldi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S8zTfqrlPiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BpSQ7IVJgBs/s200/I+Vivaldi.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S8zTndgaRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CajMiFoUmlE/s1600/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S8zTndgaRVI/AAAAAAAAAF4/CajMiFoUmlE/s200/Anna+Maria%27s+Gift.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JANICE and TOM: &amp;nbsp;We have just returned from the Texas Library Association Conference in San Antonio where we signed &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Anna Maria's Gift. &lt;/i&gt;Librarians&amp;nbsp;pick up where writers and illustrators leave off. They connect the book to the reader, and for that we are grateful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-865464575278588596?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/865464575278588596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-for-librarians_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/865464575278588596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/865464575278588596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-for-librarians_19.html' title='Love for Librarians'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S8zTfqrlPiI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BpSQ7IVJgBs/s72-c/I+Vivaldi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-6468226727594032209</id><published>2010-03-21T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:40:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Visual Art of Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S6Zb6BdQGwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aV70TmPXLZg/s1600-h/IMG+new+cabin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S6Zb6BdQGwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aV70TmPXLZg/s400/IMG+new+cabin.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sophie's Cabin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Do you make pictures in your mind when you read a good novel? So much so that you forget you are reading? That means the author made pictures in her mind when she wrote it. Visualization is the most potent technique I have ever discovered. It not only transports the reader, it transports the writer of fiction to some other place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a scene from my historical novel, &lt;i&gt;Sophie's War. &lt;/i&gt;Sophie is the daughter of a German family living in Comfort, Texas, during the Civil War. Her father, like many German immigrants, is a Unionist living in a state that has left the Union. Since he makes his views widely known by drawing editorial cartoons for a San Antonio newspaper, he has received threats from Confederate ruffians. Sophie tries to persuade him to keep silent, but he refuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After school I went straight upstairs. Papa sat at his drawing board with his back to me. When he is at work he neither sees nor hears anything else. I looked over his shoulder, and my heart sank. He was drawing a cartoon for the &lt;i&gt;Zeitung &lt;/i&gt;about the death of General Johnston.&lt;br /&gt;I stood behind him, scarcely breathing. This one was going to get him in trouble. I had to do something, and begging did not seem to work.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I knew I had to destroy the cartoon. The very thought made my heart pound.&lt;br /&gt;Papa must have heard it, for he turned to look at me. I reached for the cartoon, snatched it from the drawing board, and stepped back. I tore it in half as he stared at me in disbelief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S6ZjEgBYy7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/l2oJ1SCxpI8/s1600-h/IMG+newest+plan-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S6ZjEgBYy7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/l2oJ1SCxpI8/s320/IMG+newest+plan-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To write this scene I visualized climbing the stairs to the half-story and standing behind Papa. Long before, I had found and photographed the log cabin where she would live. And I had drawn a plan of both floors, including placement of furniture. These were pinned up on the wall of my studio next to my writing desk. I also had pictures of characters gleaned from books, magazines, and photograph albums. And Tom had drawn a cartoon in the style of Thomas Nast, a Civil War cartoonist. When Sophie looks over Papa's shoulder, as I have looked over Tom's, I knew exactly what she was seeing. My heart leaped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S6Zlc-Z0NfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LEKRey6cjlE/s1600-h/IMG+newest+cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S6Zlc-Z0NfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/LEKRey6cjlE/s320/IMG+newest+cartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took time and much writing before I became conscious of visualizing, even though I was doing it. Now that I am aware of the technique, I use it constantly. If I get stuck, it is because I am not visualizing. I refuse to use the w.b. words because they sound like a terminal disease. Being stuck is not terminal. It is temporary, caused by a lack of information that enables me to visualize. Thus it is time to do more research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to collect images. The library with its carefully chosen books and helpful librarians is a first choice for me. Although I also research on the internet, mostly for images, my real love is the library where professionals, both editors and librarians, have screened the contents for reliability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But libraries are not enough. Give yourself experiences related to your book. These are but a few of the experiences that helped me write and Tom illustrate my stories: Crossing the Pacific Ocean by freighter, visiting the small village in Germany where my ancestors lived, watching a house being moved, playing soccer with the boys in the square where Vivaldi's childhood home still stands, walking the beach at Indianola on a cold December day, observing Arabian horses at a stable, following the Comanche trail across Texas that led to the Battle of Plum Creek. Do whatever it takes to give you images and sounds and smells of the places in your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;i&gt;Sophie's War &lt;/i&gt;I lived in Comfort for two weeks and returned at the various seasons to experience the change. There I found Sophie's cabin, roamed the land where it stood, watched sheep grazing in the meadow, the sun rise over Cypress Creek, listened to the wind sough in the liveoak branches, and felt myself becoming Sophie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-6468226727594032209?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/6468226727594032209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/03/visual-art-of-writing_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6468226727594032209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/6468226727594032209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/03/visual-art-of-writing_21.html' title='The Visual Art of Writing'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S6Zb6BdQGwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aV70TmPXLZg/s72-c/IMG+new+cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-4074016711039616575</id><published>2010-02-28T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:18:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do Ideas Come From?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S4sZ0RbBMKI/AAAAAAAAADk/AeCkBDPxne4/s1600-h/978-0-375-85881-9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S4sZ0RbBMKI/AAAAAAAAADk/AeCkBDPxne4/s400/978-0-375-85881-9.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Ideas come from everywhere - from research, newspapers, history, ruins of ancient civilizations, family stories, our experiences, travel, even from music. Our love of music by Antonio Vivaldi led us to research his life and write and illustrate&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi. &lt;/i&gt;He was a priest who taught violin to girls at an orphanage called the Pietà in Venice. He also composed music for them to play and conducted their orchestra which became known all over Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those orphan girls who developed into fine musicians fascinated me. I began to wonder what it was like to live in the Pietà and be Vivaldi's student. So I wrote &lt;i&gt;Anna Maria's Gift &lt;/i&gt;to find out. Anna Maria is a young girl who is sent to the Pietà after her father's death. All she has left of him is the violin he made for her, but it carries his soul within. When she plays her violin, she hears his voice. That idea came from researching the great violin maker, Antonio Stradivari, who liked to keep each violin in his bedroom for a month before varnishing it. He believed his soul entered the violin while he slept. And he should know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From idea, to writing and rewriting, to editing, to published book can take a long time, even years. But at last &lt;i&gt;Anna Maria's Gift &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;will be available on April 27, 2010. Please look for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-4074016711039616575?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/4074016711039616575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-do-ideas-come-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/4074016711039616575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/4074016711039616575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-do-ideas-come-from.html' title='Where Do Ideas Come From?'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S4sZ0RbBMKI/AAAAAAAAADk/AeCkBDPxne4/s72-c/978-0-375-85881-9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-9020954049476771992</id><published>2010-02-10T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:18:03.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG THRILL: Our First Foreign Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S3MOXWc338I/AAAAAAAAADc/5VWoSH9YB3M/s1600-h/IMG_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S3MOXWc338I/AAAAAAAAADc/5VWoSH9YB3M/s400/IMG_0002.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Today a box arrived from Eerdmans Books for Young Readers with three copies of the new Korean edition of&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think Antonio would be as thrilled as we are. Thanks to the Korean publisher, Tomato House. Your edition is beautiful. May people in your country love Vivaldi and his music as much as we do. Now for the rest of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;What a thrill to see my paintings embellished with Korean calligraphy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-9020954049476771992?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/9020954049476771992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-thrill-our-first-foreign-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/9020954049476771992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/9020954049476771992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-thrill-our-first-foreign-edition.html' title='BIG THRILL: Our First Foreign Edition'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S3MOXWc338I/AAAAAAAAADc/5VWoSH9YB3M/s72-c/IMG_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-8446874778183268597</id><published>2010-02-07T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:55:17.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside the Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S28jRzhm8xI/AAAAAAAAACc/o-GeMmxYH8M/s1600-h/paradise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S28jRzhm8xI/AAAAAAAAACc/o-GeMmxYH8M/s200/paradise.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S28ypRFcxgI/AAAAAAAAADE/2XqaS4Xf3Cs/s1600-h/willow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S28ypRFcxgI/AAAAAAAAADE/2XqaS4Xf3Cs/s200/willow.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S280CnmbUaI/AAAAAAAAADU/R-UV3P7WM5g/s1600-h/spirit+of+iron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S280CnmbUaI/AAAAAAAAADU/R-UV3P7WM5g/s200/spirit+of+iron.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;There are times when an author needs to get outside the book and into a school with her readers. What better place than Bradfield Elementary in Highland Park ISD? And what better grade than fourth? The amazing team of teachers used&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;A Paradise Called Texas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and the sequels, &lt;i&gt;Willow Creek Home &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;Spirit of Iron&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in depth. In fact the children know my books better than I remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth graders in Texas (and perhaps elsewhere) study techniques of writing. When I visit a classroom I am amazed at what they are learning and think I should go back to fourth grade. At Bradfield one assignment was to write a letter as if you were the main character, Mina, who immigrates to Texas in 1845. She is writing to her grandfather back in Germany. Here is what Jillian wrote in part, and I quote with her permission:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;"Dear Opa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Our new life in Texas is good, but some sad things occured. We have a wonderful log house and a beautiful garden. Also we made peace with the Indians and go to a nice school under some fine trees. Papa married a kind woman named Lisette because Mama died from a sickness called pneumonia. She said that she wanted to fly up to heaven with the seagulls, and I guess that her wish came true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mina"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Jillian's letter made a lump in my throat just like when I wrote about Mama's dying. That scene is a favorite with readers. Why? Because it makes them feel an intense emotion. Isn't that one reason we read?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-8446874778183268597?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/8446874778183268597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/outside-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/8446874778183268597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/8446874778183268597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/outside-book.html' title='Outside the Book'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S28jRzhm8xI/AAAAAAAAACc/o-GeMmxYH8M/s72-c/paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-3385766981018688557</id><published>2010-02-02T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:25:40.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I, Papa Haydn: Picture Book in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S2iJ3MUbnbI/AAAAAAAAACU/s0fOZxX1vE4/s1600-h/IMG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S2iJ3MUbnbI/AAAAAAAAACU/s0fOZxX1vE4/s400/IMG.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;This dummy drawing is for &lt;i&gt;I, Papa Haydn, &lt;/i&gt;the book we are working on now. It shows young Joseph Haydn in Master Reuter's carriage as they arrive at St Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna. Here Joseph will join the boys' choir. &amp;nbsp;I drew the scene from an old etching and my photos and sketches made during our visit to Vienna. Those little marks in the sky show where the text will go. The drawing will evolve into a full color illustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our decision to write about the composer Franz Joseph Haydn came from reading that young Joseph sang in the choir for Antonio Vivaldi's funeral Mass. Since we had recently published &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi, &lt;/i&gt;this connection between the two composers seemed magical. In fact, while researching Haydn we stayed in a small hotel in Vienna that happened to be across the street from the building where Vivaldi spent the last year of his life. We felt destined to write this book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-3385766981018688557?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/3385766981018688557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/picture-book-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3385766981018688557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/3385766981018688557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/02/picture-book-in-progress.html' title='I, Papa Haydn: Picture Book in Progress'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S2iJ3MUbnbI/AAAAAAAAACU/s0fOZxX1vE4/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-7875019996236280810</id><published>2010-01-24T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:47:36.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S13oQOS6mBI/AAAAAAAAACE/nEurkcWQKfw/s1600-h/PB130148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S13oQOS6mBI/AAAAAAAAACE/nEurkcWQKfw/s400/PB130148.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;Research takes you to places you would never go and connects you to people you would never know otherwise. It is a glorious adventure with a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom and I are currently working on a picture book biography titled&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I, Papa Haydn. &lt;/i&gt;Since we do not write about or illustrate a place we have not seen with our own eyes, we traveled&amp;nbsp;to Austria and Hungary where the composer Franz Joseph Haydn lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cold, rainy, windy day in November we set out from Vienna by train to visit the country palace of Prince Esterhazy, Haydn's patron. We crossed the border into Hungary and stopped in the small village of Fertod. Alighting from the train, we seemed to be nowhere. There was no train station, only a hut by the tracks. Tom knocked on the door. A grim, bearded, man opened it a crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kastely?" &lt;/i&gt;I asked. (Castle or palace in Hungarian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out came an arm and pointed the direction. Though the palace was nowhere in sight, we started off down the long straight street bordered by shut-tight houses. No one was about, only dogs that barked at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we came to a center and a school and asked directions. Walking on to the edge of town we came upon the lonely palace, a Hungarian Versailles, walked through the wrought iron gate, across the vast entrance court, and up the central steps. The doors were locked. On a lower level we found a room with a ticket office and a sign that obviously said closed. The few tourists who had gathered there left. We stayed. I noticed a door slightly ajar. We opened it and began roaming the palace, not knowing how to find the room we had to see, the Music Salon. Doors were locked and Tom's new shoes were hurting, so I went on.&amp;nbsp;A guard commanded me to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mein Herr," &lt;/i&gt;(My husband) I pleaded in German and pointed upstairs. He threw up his arms, and I continued to explore. Finally a young man came bounding down a spiral staircase. I pulled out Tom's storyboard illustrations and pointed to the one of the Music Salon. He understood and brought the curator of the palace. She, along with the guard, took us to the glorious French salon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Tom took photographs, we hurried back to catch the last train to Vienna. Standing in the cold wind as daylight waned, we watched the man in the hut come out and manually lower the traffic gate for the approaching train. As we boarded, he smiled and waved. It was the only smile we received from the village. But we got what we wanted. The moral to this story is, never take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S1y-uV-nccI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8To89NSV7tg/s1600-h/PB130132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S1y-uV-nccI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8To89NSV7tg/s400/PB130132.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-7875019996236280810?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7875019996236280810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/01/research-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7875019996236280810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7875019996236280810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/01/research-adventure.html' title='Research Adventure'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S13oQOS6mBI/AAAAAAAAACE/nEurkcWQKfw/s72-c/PB130148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-7088319305281971554</id><published>2010-01-06T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:49:43.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Yellow Tabs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;As illustrator of Janice's books, I am her love slave!&lt;br /&gt;Our home studios are in two separate buildings, the big house and the little house, connected by a bridge across our wooded property. On days when I'm working downtown in my architectural office, Janice crosses the bridge, reviews the current sketch or illustration, and leaves her comments on little yellow tabs stuck around the edges — some praising, some not.&lt;br /&gt;In an illustration of young Antonio Vivaldi playing his violin at home, I gave him a sad expression. His mother had just told him that God meant for him to be a priest, not a violinist, which was not what Antonio wanted to hear. As he tells it, "I stomped upstairs and played a fast piece that expressed the anger in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;When I came home from the office the illustration had a yellow tab that said, "Angry not sad. Read the text, dummy! Love, Janice."&lt;br /&gt;I did and the final illustration became one of our favorites in &lt;i&gt;I, Vivaldi. &lt;/i&gt;Eerdmans Books for Young Readers also loved it and turned it into a poster for the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S0ZE-ZcRTMI/AAAAAAAAABk/1RK8MMp4rRM/s1600-h/boyplaying.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S0ZE-ZcRTMI/AAAAAAAAABk/1RK8MMp4rRM/s400/boyplaying.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-7088319305281971554?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/7088319305281971554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-yellow-tabs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7088319305281971554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/7088319305281971554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-yellow-tabs.html' title='Little Yellow Tabs'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S0ZE-ZcRTMI/AAAAAAAAABk/1RK8MMp4rRM/s72-c/boyplaying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-468297789347866440</id><published>2009-12-04T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:42:33.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Page Proofs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;JANICE: &amp;nbsp;I always tremble before opening a package of page proofs, occasionally for good reason. This is one of those occasions. My first glance at our first book for grownups, &lt;i&gt;Honeymoon Hobos,&lt;/i&gt; left me shocked and dismayed. It seems that my layout of the title page was ignored. I specified a double spread with Tom's lovely pen and ink illustration of Angkor Wat to bleed off the page left and right. Instead, it is cut off at the text margin. The same happened with a double spread map of "Our Journey" around the world. Can this book be saved? I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day: YES, it can. There are two more stages of page proofs to go. The illustrations will bleed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S0ZGxZjtX4I/AAAAAAAAABs/xwjV07Z7n70/s1600-h/002+Angkor+Wat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S0ZGxZjtX4I/AAAAAAAAABs/xwjV07Z7n70/s400/002+Angkor+Wat.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-468297789347866440?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/468297789347866440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2009/12/fear-of-page-proofs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/468297789347866440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/468297789347866440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2009/12/fear-of-page-proofs.html' title='Fear of Page Proofs'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/S0ZGxZjtX4I/AAAAAAAAABs/xwjV07Z7n70/s72-c/002+Angkor+Wat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3860230237584351355.post-818210071498434295</id><published>2009-11-20T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:43:52.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie's War cover portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;TOM: &amp;nbsp;For us, writing and illustrating children's books is an ecstatic way of making connections in time and space — and with a face, such as my search for a young girl's face for the cover of &lt;i&gt;Sophie's War,&lt;/i&gt; a Civil War story. It led to an album photo of Janice when she was 12 turning 13. As soon as I saw it, I knew she was my Sophie. And Janice didn't mind at all because in the writing process she became Sophie. I painted the portrait in the style of 19th century German Texan artist, Richard Petri, but I was also inspired by Jan Vermeer, 17th century Dutch painter. And speaking of space, we purchased the marbled paper that surrounds the portrait in a small shop in Venice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/Swbqa1iGItI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1Ot_cb3rV6Q/s1600/blog+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/Swbqa1iGItI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1Ot_cb3rV6Q/s400/blog+photo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3860230237584351355-818210071498434295?l=shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/feeds/818210071498434295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2009-sophies-war-cover.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/818210071498434295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3860230237584351355/posts/default/818210071498434295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shefelmanbooks.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-2009-sophies-war-cover.html' title='Sophie&apos;s War cover portrait'/><author><name>Janice and Tom Shefelman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02641887475711256174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fM5AeYLphw0/Swbqa1iGItI/AAAAAAAAAA8/1Ot_cb3rV6Q/s72-c/blog+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
