Showing posts with label Children’s literature. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Children’s literature. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Waleed Rising

It started way back when with Tarzan, Sir Lancelot, and the Battle of the Little Big Horn. While in my pre-teens, I thought I wanted to be an artist.


So, with images I could copy or pictures in my mind, I took colored ink pens and began to draw. The results weren’t bad nor were they particularly good. Several comic books and many draw-ings later, my mind wandered off toward other cerebral distractions. I thought perhaps I’d try drawing words on paper instead of cartoon images.

Now fast forward some fifty or so years and another kind of image came back to my mind. This time it was a skinny hippo and he had a story to tell.


Waleed came into focus last fall. But truth be told, he’d been hiding in the shadows of my mind for a very long time. The exact origin of the story line has long since been lost among the crags of my foggy memory. I do know it started out about fifteen years ago.

It was a rather simple story of a hippopotamus that wasn’t like all the other hippos. Waleed was skinny and feeling very unsure of himself because of his slender physic instead of the robust form of the other hippos. Once planted in my brain, the storyline began to grow and take shape. Without a lot of fanfare and deep thought, the story evolved into a children’s moral tale or fable with a wise old fish, indifferent fellow hippos and one sad little guy.


Years before, I had initially worked with an illustrator who created one cover illustration which I loved. Unfortunately over the ensuing months, nothing much happened in terms of creating this children’s story. So eventually we terminated our effort to produce the tale of a skinny hippo.

Fast forward to last summer and a drought in my writing projects. My editor, Vida, suggested we revisit my children’s story about the little hippo that couldn’t. Only this time, we went the internet route and found five web sites just for freelancers of every ilk and talent. It was a veritable wishing well of illustrations of every form, function, style, technique, and skill level.



Initially, Vida and I found 92 different illustrators over five web sites to review. That, in turn, was whittled down to four I really liked. Finally, we settled on two artists who seemed to meet my criteria of a drawing of a cute and cuddly little skinny hippo.


Waleed, in Swahili, means ‘he who hides.’ That, in turn, seemed the perfect male name that best described someone who was an introvert and afraid of his own shadow. The name matched perfectly my loveable tiny hippopotamus.

I also wanted it to be authentic in that I wanted to place the story in a real river (the Pangani River) near a real area (the savanna near Mount Kilimanjaro) with real animals (elephants, giraffes, etc.) on the plains and with real fish (Jipe Tilapia and the Oreochromis Tilapia) in the river.

The final winner was an artist out of Bangladesh who goes by the artist’s name of Shamima. Her drawing of little Waleed won my heart over.


After deciding on Shamima, we asked for a fully illustrated panel that showed Waleed, his fellow hippos, an African background setting and other animals. That panel came back and then we asked for the full set of twelve panels to tell our story.


The first set of panels (illustrations) were close to perfect with just a small number of changes and revisions needed. The second set of revisions came back and we were off to the races.


I made several passes at editing my original text to try to get it down to a child’s reading level. Then we had to figure out just what ages it might be most appropriate for. Last fall, Sharon and I had attended the Minnesota Children’s Book Festival in Red Wing and got a lot of great ideas for children’s books.

We studied book sizes, placement of text, full panel drawings, half page drawings, isolated images on the page, multiple images on one page and other assorted techniques to drive the colorful impressions home. We also decided that the accompanying text would be more interesting if it were in both English and Swahili, the language of places where hippos reside - like Tanzania. So, we found a Kenyan translator by the name of Hannah and we were off to the language races.

The translations are quite interesting.

Waleed, the Skinny Hippo  |  Waleed, Kiboko Mwembamba

A bilingual fable in English and Swahili  |  Hadithi ya lugha mbili katika Kiingereza na Kiswahili

My two cohorts in this project are, quite literally, worlds apart.

Illustrator:  Jubayda Sagor (Shamima)

Shamima is an expert children’s book illustrator and digital artist. She lives in Bangladesh.

Translator:  Hannah Kwirikia

Hannah Kwirikia is a native Swahili speaker and translator who lives in Kenya.

The building blocks are in order. Now the real job begins of designing and creating this book for children. It will call for a totally different marketing approach than from my adult novels and plays. The packaging, the marketing, and distribution will be a whole new ball game.

There’s already some thought given to future stories of Waleed, the skinny hippo. Our world offers up numerous moral tales for children. Although most adults think they’ve got all the answers already, I think there are truisms and honest facts about life that children, along with many adults, could well be reminded of.

Waleed just might be the little hippo that shows all of us a new way of looking at life.

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

The Next Logical Step

A couple of blogs ago, I talked about my numerous writing projects that have materialized for this summer. (A PenFull of Possibilities).  Most are rewrites with one first draft needing completion. As a writer, I’ve covered some interesting, some would say, rough terrain in my vernacular wanderings through hundreds of pages of novels and plays.


I’ve ventured out west being chased by Apaches, a crazy mountain man and spunky Irish lass. I’ve relived my military service, only this time to go to Vietnam and kill the enemy. My girlfriend broke up with me, was raped, and tied my emotions into knots.


I’ve traveled around the world with a vestal virgin and took her purity even though we both knew it might mean the end of her life. Our relationship twisted and turned even as we were being chased by deadly shape-shifters. There were multiple affairs in Palm Springs and evil lurking there beneath the cover of blue skies and clear pools. My latest novel had me chasing a spicy, smarter than average Alpha female all the while having hitmen on our trail. If you can get through the first chapter, the other chapters only got more interesting (said the author in his defense).


Then besides these packaged stories, I’ve got a plethora of plays that slip from scene to scene of Denver Brownies, token in the homeroom, gay acceptance, Polyamorous affairs and bi-sexual attractions.  So after this Jeep trail of rough rides, cutting dialogue, a dozen or so double entendres and a menage-a-trois or two thrown in for good measure, what might be my next logical step in my writing career?

Naturally writing children’s stories comes to mind.


That’s not as farfetched as it might seem. I wrote a children’s tale about a certain animal more than 15 years ago. I wrote the script, designed the pages and engaged in dialogue with an illustrator to create the panels. The storyline still ‘has legs’ as they say in the trade.

Unfortunately, as so often happens, my illustrator got involved in other activities and never completed even the first panel. I still have the text and hope to find another illustrator to begin the process over again. Vida and I have come up with a new approach and a much broader audience to appeal to.



Then there is ‘Sweetpea and the Gang.’ Sweetpea was the nickname given to my youngest grandchild, Charlotte Jane, when she was an infant. She had a curly top of hair and a delightful, yet a bit devious smile. She was the perfect Sweetpea. Her brother and her cousins would be the perfect gang of kids to follow her in her many antics. I’ve completed page upon page of story-lines, dialogue and comic strip ideas for that project.



Even though the grandchildren have all grown up, I think their dialogue and the storylines still work.

Then there is ‘Kopper the Hopper.’

Kopper is my naïve, awkward, accident-prone kangaroo who just happens to live on a Palm Springs golf course. He came to fruition as I pondered what story to tell B & C as I was putting them to bed on their sleepovers at Nana’s and Papa’s place over the years. Think of him as ‘wily coyote’ chasing himself instead of the roadrunner.

Talk about the ‘Sweetpea’ and ‘Kopper’ projects is probably getting a bit ahead of myself. If I can complete the first children’s project, task one, find an illustrator, I am hoping that experience will give me direction before plunging into the other children’s storylines.

Whatever concern I might have had this spring about projects to complete has vanished with this growing list of vernacular mountains to climb. I think there will be enough pen-to-paper treks to last me well into the fall and winter.