Disabled Tales a symposium! I will be presenting my Huff Puff Academy in 2025.

 I feel honored and excited to be part of this event.

https://www.disabledtales.co.uk/symposium.html

I will be presenting on Day One, with my Fractured Fairytale- The Huff Puff Academy, about an asthmatic wolf, and three pigs with ADHD who find new meaning in what it means to succeed, all the while embracing who they are and finding support in each other as a team.
https://www.disabledtales.co.uk/programme.html

What a great thing to add to the #kidlit world. Thank you Beth O’Brien and Nicola Grove for putting this together!

If you're writing for kids, you should check this out.

#childrensbooks
Disabled Tales

Life's been a little Crazy, just getting to this Honorable Mention win!

My little 100-word story about Autism and Halloween got a nice nod from Susanna Leonard Hill's contest.

Thank you, Susanna and team for seeing the beauty in this perspective.

A Spectrum of Costumes

By Laura N. Clement

 

“Just be you.”

Heather heard this every day from her parents.

But every year when chilly weather turned leaves crisp, pumpkins plumped, and goblins peaked out of neighbor’s window, a familiar worry began to tiptoe into her thoughts.

Being herself wasn’t always easy, loud sounds made her shrink, big feelings made her hide, and faces everywhere squinching, twitching, and changing, confused her.

Halloween was the worst.

The masks, makeup, funny clothes made understanding anyone that day harder, so this year… just being herself, Heather put on headphones, sunglasses, her softest clothes, and happily tucked herself into her own quiet world.

Another Fall Writing Contest this time for Susanna Leonard Hill's Halloweensie Contest- Halloween on the farm, Cowgirl and Dinosaurs

 You can find out all of the information Here.

Basic's- 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (12 and under), using these words- Chill, Tiptoe, Goblin.

I have two, here is my second entry.

Halloween on the farm, A Cowgirl and the inflatable Dinosaurs

By Laura N. Clement

 

 

Stella didn’t feel like dressing up for Halloween. She preferred comfortable overalls, beat-up muddy boots, and worn-out hat.

“I am a cowgirl,” Stella said, “every day, no matter what.”

But Stella’s goats had other ideas. They loved wearing costumes and trick-or-treating for pumpkin snacks, they didn’t love tiptoeing around in the dark.

“It’s chilly this year, so maybe we’ll stay home,” said Buddy.

“But I want treats,” said Rose.

“And I want to wear a goblin costume!” said Hazel

But Stella had another costume plans. “Getty up goats,” she said, “This cowgirl is rustling three Dinosaurs! Now hold still.”

Another Fall Writing Contest this time for Susanna Leonard Hill's Halloweensie Contest- A Spectrum of Costumes

You can find out all of the information Here.

Basic's- 100 word Halloween story appropriate for children (12 and under), using these words- Chill, Tiptoe, Goblin.

I have two, here is my first entry.

A Spectrum of Costumes

By Laura N. Clement

 

“Just be you.”

Heather heard this every day from her parents.

But every year when chilly weather turned leaves crisp, pumpkins plumped, and goblins peaked out of neighbor’s window, a familiar worry began to tiptoe into her thoughts.

Being herself wasn’t always easy, loud sounds made her shrink, big feelings made her hide, and faces everywhere squinching, twitching, and changing, confused her.

Halloween was the worst.

The masks, makeup, funny clothes made understanding anyone that day harder, so this year… just being herself, Heather put on headphones, sunglasses, her softest clothes, and happily tucked herself into her own quiet world.

It's that time of year again, #FALLWRITINGFRENZY

Once again I rose to the 200 words or less challenge for a children's story put on by @kaitlyneann17, @LydiaLukidis, and @ebonylynnmudd

You can find all of the information here.

I was inspired by a photo of a lantern this year, and at exactly 200 words, I am pretty happy with the story. I hope you enjoy it.

Happy writing and Happy Fall everyone.

 

WISHES FROM A FAIRY LANTERN

By Laura N. Clement

Perched at her window as night crept darkness in, May watched the streetlights flicker while shadows danced illumination down the side-walkway between her and the lonely house next door.

May’s sleepy eyes wandered while cascading leaves transformed the empty house’s unkempt garden in autumnal yellows, reds, and oranges.

“Magic,” May said her word a puff of warmth on the cold window. She drew a star in the steam with her finger and made a wish. Suddenly she noticed a light flickering from a bench peeking out from underneath creeping vines.

A lantern?

It shimmered and beckoned…was it a fairy lantern? If she blew it out, would her wish really come true?

May dashed outside to discover a hidden doorway in the hedge between the houses.

Through it was a stone path.

The crunch of leaves underfoot, the snap of autumn on her cheeks made her shiver but did not stop her. Curiosity pushed her on.

Only steps away from the lantern she stopped… a twinkling of laughter filled the space around her… pulling her closer.

May trembled in the flickering light, I wish… she whispered reaching for the lantern, then…

…blew.

Out went the light.

 

The beauty of the writing community

Yesterday I received a gift so precious and generous, I still can't believe it was real.  Someone thriving in the kidlit community, a joyous, talented and kind soul, took time out of their very busy schedule to talk with me across time zones and many miles. They really listened and in doing so to gave me much needed encouragement and support.

Being heard is vital. Being heard with encouragement is life changing, especially in the world of writing, when it feels like the only voice you hear is your own, echoing after receiving rejection after rejection after rejection. 

I write all kinds of picture book stories from fractured fairy tales to neurodiverse (ND) own voice pieces, there are even a couple informational fiction stories. But it is my ND pieces, specifically CROWNS that is my heart story... that I very much want out in the world for SO SO many reasons.

Yesterday, another ND writer/illustrator listened to that story. 

Loved that story. 

Felt that story. 

Saw that story in her imagination. And when I was done she had a few things to say to me. And I think this can apply to others so I'll share.

"Don't you dare give up."

"This is an important story."

"It needs to find the right home."

"Don't just get it published, have it done right, with the right people who will SUPPORT it and you."

"Rejection isn't an end." (Even though it is frustrating and heartbreaking.)

"Keep going."

"You are precious."

More than once I have been told there isn't a market for "these" voices. She and I agree to disagree with that "fact."

"Don't you dare give up." "It needs to find the right home."

She loved the unique ND repetition of the story.

"This is an important story."

She was glad that I turned down an opportunity to have it published when the publisher's plans for the story did not lend to keeping it authentic.

"Don't just get it published, have it done right, with the right people who will SUPPORT it and you."

"Rejection isn't an end." (Even though it is frustrating and heartbreaking.)

She really listened. And across the distance of the country on a phone call she HUGGED me.

"You are precious."

Does any of this change my day today? Yes, and no. I am preparing more submissions this time for an amazing opportunity with PB Rising Stars as I had planned. But I am doing this with a stronger heart and more conviction that being creative, that my writing needs to continue. I still don't have a contract, and that may not change any time soon, but I KNOW in the core of my being that 

"This is an important story."

and

"Don't you dare give up."

So once again, I am in debt to my writing community for keeping me going.  The hearts and souls of the people around us, even those we don't know well, are here to help us help the world be a better place for readers, young and old. This is beyond precious, and I am so SO grateful.

50 Precious Words, that really are precious to me

 It's been a while... life happened over and over again... but I continued to write. Today I submitted a sweet 50 word memory to Vivian Kirkfield's #50 Precious Word Competition.  

It's a really great contest, so stop by and read some entries, all 50 words or less. Mine bubbles up from the day we finalized my daughter's adoption, walking into the courthouse with lots of papers, a lawyer, and surrounded by a line of people, just as jittery as we were ready to be a family.  I hope you enjoy it.

Adoption Day

Word count: 50

 

“Everyone, Smile!”

New clothes crease as six warm arms entangle,

scrunching close giggles freeze on “three.”

CLICK.

The judge’s kind,

sturdy hand extends,

shakes,

then directs us away so the next group,

full of hope,

can promise—

and begin today,

like us,

on their new Forever,

together,

as a family.

The Rejection Garden Tree/Story 22 BOO ALEXANDER WAILLOUDER III

                                         The Rejection Garden is less about rejection, 

and more about creativity, persistence, and joy. 

Over the next month, I am going to share one Tree or Manuscript with you, not in its entirety, 

instead, I’ll post a synopsis, how many times it has been rejected, and then, 

I’ll finish with my favorite line and include a picture of the tree and name tag.

2 Submissions, 2 rejections

Pitch: A trip to his "Ghoul" library brings a new discovery- Humans and Other Scary Creatures- and it might just save Boo Alexander Waillouder III from another boring parade of paisley or polka-dotted Halloween costumes. 

Favorite Line:

"Deflated Boo floated away grumbling. Searching through stacks and growling through rows of boring Ghost Stories, Boo made a delightful discovery, Humans and Other Scary Creatures!" 

Yup, another Japanese Maple. 

The Rejection Garden Tree/Story 21 TORNADO

  The Rejection Garden is less about rejection, 

                                                 and more about creativity, persistence, and joy. 

                                                                       Over the next month, 

                               I am going to share one Tree or Manuscript with you, not in its entirety, 

                            instead, I’ll post a synopsis, how many times it has been rejected, and then, 

                          I’ll finish with my favorite line and include a picture of the tree and name tag.

"Your art is your win." @PBRisingStars

2 submissions, 2 rejections

Hook: One promise. One goal-to have fun. This promise healed Paul Elvstrom, a four-time Olympian, and strengthened his bond with his daughter Trine. One joyous, fast-paced adventure for both sailors and, the world, as they charted a new course into the record books.

This is a lyrical, adrenaline-pumping, joyous ride over the ocean during a race. I enjoy many lines from this story. This is one.

"Windbreakers rippled.

Paul and Trine's wide smiles, 

painted in sea salt bloomed as they attacked the course in unison,

their bodies outstretched like wings off the hull."

(DOGWOOD)

#RejectionGarden The UP's and the Down's and Hope, little or big

 The Rejection Garden is less about rejection, 

and more about creativity, persistence, and joy. 

Over the next month, I am going to share one Tree or Manuscript with you, not in its entirety, 

instead, I’ll post a synopsis, how many times it has been rejected, and then, 

I’ll finish with my favorite line and include a picture of the tree and name tag.

    So, yesterday I was chewing my nails off because I had applied to PB Rising Stars mentorship program, and yesterday the winners were announced. I had spent days and many hours researching and then answering questions, and picking out the RIGHT manuscript to apply with. Then weeks before the announcement I received an email stating one of the mentors was interested, but wanted to read more work (so I sent 3 other manuscripts).

    When I got that email, HOPE, yes in all caps, exploded into my life. MAYBE, just MAYBE, I would get a mentor. Someone to help support me in this crazy business, someone to root for me, tell me where I was going wrong, and ask me pointed questions. MAYBE...

    But as the names were listed, none of which were mine, I realized it just not going to happen and, as you can imagine, I was CRUSHED, like many thousands of others. 

    Rejected again. 

    All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and ignore the rest of the day, but the day wasn't going to ignore me. Instead of a mentorship, or a runner-up place, I unexpectedly received an Honorable Mention.

    Perspective is a rough and tough thing to have when in a moment of rejection.  Perspective- MANY THOUSANDS of BRILLIANT writers applied for one of these mentorships... talented, fabulous, creative writers (my critique partners, who constantly amaze me, included).

    Perspective, I received an Honorable Mention, only a handful did. 

    So, after licking my wounds, it was time to celebrate and remember really, 

writing is my win. 

    Creating is my win. 

    Everything else is, just everything else.

    Then, something really REALLY special happened. I opened up my twitter account and read something, that in this business is akin to a year worth of survival food... something that will help me push forward. No, it wasn't an offer for mentorship, it was encouragement, honest, and freely offered.

    Hope, little or big is something that feeds us. One hope was dashed but then was soon replaced.

    Kind words are beyond powerful. They feed the soul, the creative, they feed hope. Writing without hope isn't alive. So, Thank you @ebonylynnmudd, @kaileipew, and all of the mentors for all of your time and energy, and willingness to give hope to thousands of writers. It is much appreciated. And Thank you @davidmcmullinpb  for reaching out and saying this:  

"Laura! You were my HM choice. 

I adore everything about you-your ideas,

your writing,

and who you are as a person-

I hope you find the meeting with Kailei and Ebony useful!  

All the best!"

    David, Kailei, and Ebony, I needed this. And I THANK YOU, I really do. That encouragement will keep me going for a while. 

    In fact, I wrote something new today. So ONWARD!

The Rejection Garden Tree/Story 20 Bean in the Box

 The Rejection Garden is less about rejection, 

and more about creativity, persistence, and joy. 

Over the next month, I am going to share one Tree or Manuscript with you, not in its entirety, 

instead, I’ll post a synopsis, how many times it has been rejected, and then, 

I’ll finish with my favorite line and include a picture of the tree and name tag.

"On a bright and beautiful day, surrounded by a lovely life, 

and maybe even with a win under your belt, 

rejection can, 

and will try to darken your shine. 

Today was such a day for me.

Instead of curling up in a ball (always an option), 

I am here, writing. 

Choose yourself. 

Choose to create. 

If you choose to be a ball, 

choose to unfurl yourself 

and move forward sooner, than later."

-Laura N. Clement

2 submissions, 2 rejections

This story started out simply as a fun writing exercise for a Twitter, 100 words or less contest. I did not win. I don't even think it got an honorable mention, but it was FUN to write.  Recently I submitted it to a publisher looking for creepy halloweenie pieces. That's fine.  The story was fun, as most of the time writing and simply having time to be creative is fun.  Plus, naming a tree The Bean In The Box, was amusing to me.

Favorite line EH, who cares? I am posting the whole thing, it was less than 100 words. I mean, why not, LOL.

THE BOX AND THE BEAN

 

First in line this year and, Bea was scared.

She must be brave, show no fear, everyone was watching.

 

IT, was just a box, plane and black… possibly even empty.

 

“No liquid potions. No tarantulas (rules forbade it).”

 

Blindfold on. Bea hoped that it wouldn’t… bite. 

 

Last year’s ooey, gooey “Mystery Trickery Box” had been fun, messy but harmless. But this year…

 

Bea moved her fingertips through the opening.

 

Harmless cotton cobwebs, slimy peeled grapes, messy pasta… she hoped.

 

It was small, smooth…

 

Gulp…

 

And, moving!

 

EwwwwWWW…

 

And done! No bites or mess…

 

Now, to plot next year’s revenge.

The Rejection Garden Tree/Story 19 DRAGON MOUNTAIN

The Rejection Garden is less about rejection, 

and more about creativity, persistence, and joy. 

Over the next month, I am going to share one Tree or Manuscript with you, not in its entirety, 

instead, I’ll post a synopsis, how many times it has been rejected, and then, 

I’ll finish with my favorite line and include a picture of the tree and name tag.

"Rejected pieces aren't failures; unwritten pieces are." 

-Greg Daugherty

4 submissions (2015), 4 rejections (new version never submitted)

    Growing up in Alaska, surrounded by the all-impressive presence of NATURE, yes, in all CAPS, was inspiring and daunting. But as a child with an overactive visual imagination... I saw so many cool things (whether they were actually there or not), one of these things- Dragons. I saw them everywhere, in the hills, the mountains, hiding inside forests. So, one day I wrote a story about it from the POV of a sleepy child in a car, traveling into the night, with the light fading and mountains passing by the window. In a wink, she sees what the mountain really is, a sleeping dragon.

Favorite line: The first page really brings the reader in with its lyrical tone and warmth. I adore it but I also adore a reply.

"Cozy, 

I dream, 

tucked under velvet night

as the hum of wheels rolling over pavement muffle the miles

that swoop and sway us toward our home."

And the reply?

"I see it too," Daddy says, his eyes in a wink of s smile reflecting back at me in the mirror."

     I have not given up on this piece, it has a humm, a magical rhythm to it that feels like home to me, so maybe someday I will rework it, again, and send it out, again.

    This is the second the last #rejectiongarden tree...  But, as you, kind reader, know by now it won't be THE LAST.  Just a momentary pause as I order more tags, plant more trees and write more stories. One more to go. Until tomorrow.