Writing for Middle Grade

Not long ago I was emptying out an old file cabinet at the back of my closet when a folder caught my eye. "Early Stories" was printed across the top in neat letters. Curious, I opened it. Papers tumbled out, looking timeworn and ancient, like ink-scrawled maps of my childhood. I recognized the looping left-hander's script: they were stories I'd written between the ages of eight and twelve. Here's a sampling of their titles: "The Mystery of the Blood-Stained Emerald Sword," "A Slip Back Into Time," The Mummy's Curse," "Vampires and Death." Even then it was obvious where I was heading.

I wrote stories with my special fountain pen (considered cool in those days), and sometimes pencils, in big spiral notebooks. From the age of seven I wanted to be a writer. When I wasn't writing, I was at the library, breathing in the musty odors of moldy books, losing myself inside tales of time travel, monsters and otherworldly enchantments. Then there were the scary sci-fi and Dracula films I watched on Friday nights with my friend Jody at the local movie theater.

The books that stayed with me were the ones such as The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Andersen, Astrid Lindgren's Pippi Longstocking, Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time, Knight's Castle and all of Edward Eager's time travel books, Margot Benary-Isbert's The Wicked Enchantment, The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson, and stories by Ray Bradbury and Edgar Allen Poe. Some of their tales terrified me, while others transported me to strange and fantastic worlds. I often imagined that if I turned a certain corner, climbed a twisting staircase, or discovered an ancient ring, anything might happen.

As an adult I wrote newspaper articles and stories for adults. It wasn't until I had boys of my own that I began writing for children. Reading stories to Ian and Derek took me back to the world of children's books and I decided to write the kinds of books I'd loved as a child. A story written for a children's literature course in grad school became my first published novel, The Dreamkeepers. The hero was my ten-year-old son and I set the book in Wales, where my husband grew up. (His parents, thinly disguised, are in there, too.)

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lways been a huge fan of monster (my favorite toys were dinosaurs and a cyclops), I found creatures sneaking into my books: Usk beetles, plague wolves and the genetically engineered skraeks in The Owl Keeper, and giant scorpions in The Scorpions of Zahir. I quickly discovered that, like myself at that age, many middle grade readers are monster lovers too.

Writing for middle graders, I've come around full circle. Middle graders are caught somewhere between childhood and the traumatic teens. They have a child's sense of wonder and often a teenager's fierce sense of independence. Life is scary and heartbreaking and adventurous and boring and exhilarating and confusing and hilarious - a jumble of conflicting emotions, usually happening all at once.

Often when I write, I find myself back in that scary magical time when I was that age. Writing is a way for me to time travel, and be my eleven-year-old self again: the heroine who bravely confronts the unknown and tangles with the monster. For me, writing is a journey to those fantastic places where anything might happen.