Over the holiday period, my son and his family from Seattle stayed with us. It was relaxed visit and fortunately the weather was mild enough that we could enjoy winter activities. Because they live in a region where snow is a rarity, our six-year-old granddaughter, Raeghan, was thrilled. She made snow angels, skated at the Forks, tobogganed down hills, built a snowman, and tossed snowballs at her parents.
Long ago, when Rae was just beginning to speak, she started calling me Bumpa. I think she was aiming for ‘Grandpa’, but came out with Bumpa instead. The name stuck. Bumpa I became and Bumpa I still am to her. (Later, we discovered that Rae was on to something. My parents immigrated from Belgium and in Flemish, grandfather is Bompa so Rae’s ‘Bumpa’ is perfect!)
Rae is in grade 1. Her parents – both book lovers – have been reading to her since she was only a few months old, and they’ve passed on their love of books and stories to their daughter. Rae loves all kinds of books – fiction and non-fiction – and with each visit, I see remarkable changes in her reading abilities. She uses many strategies to decode words and has a never-give-up attitude that carries her through difficult passages.
On this visit, Rae wanted to write her own book. She started by telling the story of How the Unicorn Meets the Wolf to her dad. He created a storyboard with panels representing each page of the book. They folded paper to make a booklet, and Rae began to transpose the story she’d created, allowing room for illustrations that she would complete later.
Rae’s story had all the elements: a main character – Winter, the unicorn; a secondary character – the wolf; conflict, rising action, climax and resolution. There were touches of drama and adventure, and even humour.
When I showed her that we could create her book on the computer, Rae quickly shifted gears. Using Publisher, we shared the experience of typing out the words. It was slow going for Rae who hunted and pecked out the letters, but she giggled often and loved seeing her creation come to life. I showed her how to capitalize letters, add punctuation to sentences, insert quotations for dialogue, shift between lines and use other tools of the writing trade.
The whole process of putting words on the pages took several hours. Later Rae spent more time illustrating her story. The end result was a book she could call her own, and a satisfying experience for the 3 generations of contributors to the project – Rae, Dad and Bumpa.
Looking over photos from 2018 made me realize how many special moments I enjoyed as a writer throughout the year. In no particular order here are eight Golden Writing Moments of 2018:
Golden Writing Moment #1 – In May, I spent two days as a volunteer driver during Canadian Children’s Book Week. On one of those days, I drove visiting author Rina Singh to Morris where she presented to a group of children at the Morris Library. Rina and I had lots to talk about on the drive. We covered many topics, but writing was at the top of the list. I was in a bit of a writing slump, but at the end of the day I couldn’t wait to write. Thanks Rina Singh!
Golden Moment #2. While in Arizona, Jo & I heard about the Wiener Dog races. Held annually as a fundraiser, dachshunds race against each other in different categories. Having just finished Coop the Great, we had to go, of course. Dachshund owners are an enthusiastic bunch and I never realized until then how many different varieties of dachshunds there are. We had a blast!
Golden Moment of 2018 #3. Great Plains Publications was at the top of my submission list for Coop the Great so I was thrilled when they agreed to publish the book.
Golden Writing Moment of 2018 #4 – Early in November, Jo & I drove to the town of Altona, Manitoba to watch Coop the Great roll off the presses at the Friesens plant. Friesens employs many in town, and it is a huge operation spread over several buildings. It was a thrill to see the book come alive, and the folks at Friesens were accommodating in every way.
The story of Coop the Great centers around a dog who has been adopted and rejected multiple times. For the launch, I wanted to focus in part on the service shelters provide. I visited D’Arcy’s Animal Rescue Centre and met D’Arcy Johnston, the founder, and D’Arcy’s canine ambassador, Darnold (Darn Arnold). D’Arcy agreed right away to speak at the launch and as bonus he said he would bring Darnold. This is my Golden Writing Moment of 2018 #5.
Golden Writing Moment of 2018 #6 – At a time when everything I wrote seemed to be mush, this meme popped up on Facebook. The message carried me over hurdles that seemed monumental at the time. Writing is not like brain surgery. More like sculpting a lump of clay.
Golden Writing Moment of 2018 #7 – On a visit with my granddaughter to McNally Robinson Booksellers, Winnipeg’s premier independent bookstore, we found a copy of G is for Golden Boy: A Manitoba Alphabet on display. My granddaughter lives far away and this was our first visit to the store together, and the first time I could show her where those books grandpa writes actually go.
To wrap it up, here is Golden Writing Moment of 2018 #8 – the launch of Coop the Great. You never know with launches who, if anyone, will show up. For Coop, the atrium at McNally Robinson Booksellers was full. When I looked over the crowd, I saw familiar faces from many different circles – family, friends, fellow teachers, fellow writers, even a few from the restaurant where I write each morning. Thank you to all who came and made this a golden moment.Thank you to those who purchased the book. Thank you to those who read it and shared their reactions.
Enthusiastic crowd. Generous support. Laughs, chuckles, and some serious moments, too. These are a few descriptors for the launch of Coop the Great that was held at McNally Robinson Booksellers in Winnipeg on November 18, 2018.
My daughter, Ashley, kicked things off with a lovely introduction. From there, I read a few chapters, discussed where the seed for the book was planted, and talked about some of its writing challenges. In the book, Coop is a rescue dog from fictional Derby Animal Shelter. Guest D’Arcy Johnston of D’Arcy’s Animal Rescue Centre spoke about what goes on at a real not-for-profit shelter like his. D’Arcy’s canine ambassador, Darnold, was there too, eager for photo ops. It was a great afternoon, thanks to all those who attended.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here are a few wordless memories from the launch of Coop the Great.
Dog's eye narration tackles tough subjects with sensitivity and humour.
Just as Coop the Great sets to launch, this article appeared in a issue of Prairie Books Now, a publication dedicated to promoting books by Prairie publishers and writers. I am including it here for readers who would like to know more about the characters and story line of Coop the Great, and the issues and themes that run through the novel.
With Coop the Great heading to print, it’s time to take stock of a few things that steered me to a successful conclusion. Not everything I’ve written has ended this well. I can show you filing cabinets filled with bits and pieces that never made it to print.
In the case of Coop the Great, I owe much to a writer’s group I belong to called The Anita Factor. All of us in this small group are passionate about writing for children and young adults, so we are pretty focused when we meet. Meetings are held every two weeks. Whoever can make it shows up, so the arrangement is flexible and works well for those who travel or have other commitments. Typically, anywhere from 3 to 6 people read their work at the meeting. It could be a chapter from a work-in-progress novel, the manuscript for a picture book, a short story, even occasionally a query letter to be sent to a publisher. After each reading, we take turns discussing the work.
After I’d written the first ten chapters of Coop the Great, I read the prologue and first chapter to the group. I thought it was a pretty solid stuff, but even though the others seemed to like the concept, they offered suggestions and asked probing questions that got me thinking.
One of my colleagues pointed out that dogs rely on their sense of smell more than sight, and suggested I tweak a section with that in mind. Someone else wondered if the vocabulary was a bit beyond my target group of 9-12-year olds. Another pointed out that since Coop was a very small dog, he’d be viewing life from a very different perspective than a larger dog. Another asked whether Coop was a young dog, then pointed out that if he was, a few details in the story would have to change.
I realized from these comments and questions that there were gaps in my story. If I wanted readers to buy into the concept of a dog as a narrator, then I needed to enhance the doggy details. I hadn’t really given a lot of thought to Coop’s age until then either. I’d written these chapters assuming he was a mid-life dog, but realized now that if I made him an old dog, the story would have more impact.
The feedback was helpful. Although I thought I’d nailed Coop’s voice, I realized that I hadn’t developed his character as well as I should. I didn’t know him or his history. Before going on, I needed to give more thought to who Coop was, how he viewed life and how his past influenced his present situation.
As the creator of the work, I determine what suggestions to incorporate, but having alternate viewpoints from other writers can pay off big time. In the case of Coop the Great, they certainly did.
Stepping into D’Arcy’s Animal Rescue Centre (ARC) is like stepping into the opening scene in Coop the Great where Coop, a senior dachshund, awaits adoption at the fictional Derby Animal Shelter. Coop has been adopted numerous times before and, as he cynically puts it, ‘rejected’ just as often. Derby Animal Shelter is his latest stop in a long chain of rejections.
Here’s Coop’s colorful description of Derby:
Derby Animal Shelter was a no-kill facility. More than a dozen dogs lived there. Some had strayed from their homes and were found wandering the streets. Others, like me, had been rejected by their owners. Across the hall, behind a cinder block wall, lived a gazillion cats. I’m exaggerating of course, but judging by the volume of non-stop wailing coming from their quarters, it was an impossibly high number. Probably it was closer to thirty or forty. Too many.
While writing Coop, I spent some time at the Foothills Animal Rescue in Scottsdale, Arizona, and my fictional Derby is loosely modeled after it. But Derby is also similar in many ways to the very real D’Arcy’s Animal Rescue Centre in my home city of Winnipeg, Manitoba.
Like Derby and Foothills, D’Arcy’s ARC is a ‘no-kill facility’ dedicated to rescuing abused, abandoned, homeless and neglected animals. D’Arcy’s focuses on giving dogs and cats veterinary care and a comfortable place to live until they are adopted for life no matter how long it takes. Unlike some other rescue operations, there is no time limit involved, no X number of months before unadopted animals are put down.
D’Arcy’s is unique in another way, too. It’s a not-for-profit organization which means that it relies entirely on donations and volunteers – not grants and hired help - to cover its expenses and maintain services.
Recently, Jo and I toured D’Arcy’s Animal Rescue Center with founder D’Arcy Johnston. D’Arcy is a former Animal Health Technician who saw a need for a facility with care and comfort as its focus. Since its establishment in 2001, over 15,000 animals have found permanent homes through ARC and at any given time there may be 100 animals at ARC waiting for adoption.
D’Arcy’s compassion was apparent at every stage of our tour. He knew each animal by name along with its backstory and medical history, and as we walked about the center, he answered our many questions and described the operation. We learned that volunteers walk animals, feed them, administer medication if necessary and tend to their needs. Veterinarians donate time and expertise.
Because adoptive guardians often ask to purchase food and other start-up supplies, D’Arcy’s maintains a well-stocked store. In addition, D'Arcy's operates a thrift shop at 1076 Main St. Like everything else, proceeds from both are funneled back into the shelter to cover expenses.
Along our tour, D’Arcy introduced us to Darnold (short for Darn Arnold) a rescue dog with three legs. Darnold arrived at ARC so severely injured that amputation was necessary. He quickly adapted to his three-legged existence and as proof he walked over and greeted us with enthusiastic tail-wags. Darnold has become ARC’s canine ambassador and he often accompanies D’Arcy to events and school visits.
Which brings me to an announcement. The launch for Coop the Great will be in the atrium at McNally Robinson Booksellers on Grant Avenue, Winnipeg on Sunday, November 18 at 2 p.m. I’ve asked D’Arcy Johnston to partner with me and say a few words. Darnold will be attending too, ready for photo-ops with anyone who stops by.
There is no obligation, but for those so inclined there will be drop-off bin for donated items that D’Arcy’s ARC needs in its day-to-day operation. Supplies like pet food, cat litter, and treats are always appreciated, but so too are other items like hand sanitizer, bleach, unscented dryer sheets and newspapers. Office supplies such as computer paper, staples, and manila file folders are needed, too. For more about donated items, you can check D'Arcy ARC 's wish list on its website.
I hope to see you at the launch to help me celebrate the release of Coop the Great. I think we’ll have a doggone good time.
I don’t usually re-post other blogs, but this one addresses an issue that bothers me and I suspect others, too. Climate change is upon us. If you are like me, you might feel helpless to do anything about it. The change is rapid, and the scope and scale is huge. What can one individual do to combat such an overwhelming problem?
As it turns out, one person can do plenty. In this post from the Winnipeg Public Library, the author lists books like this one that just might transform the helplessness many feel into positive acts that address the problem.
Coop the Great is a fictional story and Coop, the jaded dachshund and lead character, is fictional too. I’ve never been the guardian of a dachshund, but I’ve been surrounded by dogs much of my life. As I wrote the book, I felt that they were watching over my shoulder and guiding my hand. In many ways, they became the voice and heart of Coop, and many of the situations he faces are ones they did, too.
Here are the 7 special and very real dogs that influenced every facet of Coop the Great. Hover over or tap the image for more information.
How does one write like a dog? That’s the challenge I faced when I wrote Coop the Great. In my story, Cooper is an aging, cynical dachshund who has been through rounds of adoptions and foster homes, and eventually finds a new owner – Mike – who challenges Coop in unexpected ways. I wanted to tell the story in first person, meaning that I wanted to write it from Coop’s point of view, in his distinctive voice as if he was narrating the story.
So how does one write from a dog’s point of view? Here are a few of the approaches I used:
Dogs have been a big part of my life, and each one had a unique personality. For example, Bernie, a poodle-terrier mix, was full of energy and mischief. As a pup, he ran rampant about the house, chewing everything within reach – potted plants, covers off books, kitchen cabinet doors, and his very favourite delight – underwear stolen out of the laundry basket. He was an eager crotch sniffer, too. Anyone venturing into the house, was greeted with a muzzle in the crotch, not something everyone was comfortable with.
Coop bears some of those same qualities and habits as Bernie, and I am pretty sure I was inspired by his antics. But there have been other dogs, too, Freckles, Roxy, Benji, Molly, Lilah, and Haley to mention a few. Coop is a blend of them all.
To find out more about shelters and adoption agencies, I volunteered for a time at Foothills Animal Rescue in Scottsdale, Arizona. I also toured the Winnipeg Humane Society. Both gave me a better understanding of what these agencies do and how they operate.
I wanted Coop to be a dachshund with its characteristic long body and short legs, and I needed him to face obstacles unique to his stature. On the advice of Suzanne Goulden, a friend and fellow writer, I experimented with Coop’s views. I wanted to see and feel what a small dog might so I crawled on hands and knees. Believe me, that was a revelation. Try it yourself, it you will. You’ll see knees, chair legs, the bases of cabinets, and the floor in new and interesting ways.
As I wrote Coop the Great and even afterwards, I saw dachshunds I’d never noticed before. I saw them in parks, in playgrounds, along the streets and in corridors, in my own city and those abroad. Every encounter offered grist for the writing mill. Inevitably their devoted owners were more than willing to divulge the details of their pet’s habits. One unique opportunity came while I was in Phoenix and heard about the annual Wiener Dog Races held there. Jo and I spent an enjoyable few hours cheering on the runners and mixing with their enthusiastic owners.
Coop has a distinctive voice and personality, but I wasn’t entirely sure how to implement it. For inspiration, I re-read The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein. It’s a fictional story told from the point of view of Enzo, a philosophical, sarcastic dog who lives with Denny Swift, a wanna-be race car driver. I’d read the book years ago and found it memorable not just for the story line, but also for Enzo’s unique voice and sense of humour. How did Stein accomplish this feat? Although my story and characters were very different, re-reading The Art of Racing in the Rain set the tone for the book I wanted to write. It helped me discover Coop’s unique voice and purpose, too.
Here’s a taste of Coop’s voice from Chapter 1:
My last night at Derby Animal Shelter, I couldn’t sleep. Not just because the room reeked of urine, thanks to Buck, my roommate. And not only because the fluorescent lights buzzed and flickered, casting creepy shadows across the cold concrete floor.
Of all the reasons I couldn’t sleep, the thought of morning topped the list. Another open house. Another round of visitors sweeping through the building eager to adopt a dog to suit their needs. Not too old. Not too short. Definitely not fat. Gotta be smart and oozing with personality. The list was endless.
Derby Animal Shelter was a no-kill facility. More than a dozen dogs lived there. Some had strayed from their homes and were found wandering. Others, like me, had been rejected by their owners. Across the hall, behind a cinder block wall, lived a gazillion cats. I’m exaggerating of course but judging by the non-stop wailing coming from their quarters, it sounded like an impossibly high number. Probably it was closer to thirty or forty. Too many.