The Little Book That Could

Safe in a Storm:Final cover

Happy Birthday to my new book – Safe in a Storm! It publishes today April 26, 2016.

Many thanks to Cartwheel Books and Scholastic Publishing! They did a wonderful job with the book. I’m over the moon with the book’s art! Jennifer A. Bell created beautiful, classic illustrations.

I call Safe in a Storm “the little book that could.” I never gave up on this story. And I felt like it never gave up on me, always tugging at my sleeve, as if nudging me to find it a home.

I wrote the rhyming couplets in late 2001, finishing the story in early 2002. For more than a decade, I’d submit the manuscript to editors, rejections would pile up, and I’d file the story away. Eventually, I’d dust it off and send it out again. Submission. Rejection. Submission. Rejection. On and on, for over 13 years, until an editor at Scholastic saw promise in this story of how animals find cozy places to keep their young safe and warm.

So…happy birthday Safe in a Storm! The story is dedicated “to teachers and school staff everywhere, who provide a safe harbor for children every day…in memory of the 20 Sandy Hook Elementary schoolchildren.”

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International school visits!

St. Croix. Singapore. Sumatra. Surabaya. Java. Borneo. Bangladesh. Dubai. Kuala Lumpur.

Over the last two years, I’ve traveled to these countries to visit International Schools. The kids in these schools are hungry for information served up in an interesting and dynamic fashion. The teachers are professional travelers and true citizens of the world, with endlessly fascinating stories of global adventures.

When I travel to foreign countries, like I do when I roam the states, I KEEP MY EYES OPEN AND MY EARS ON. You never know what you may find.

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A camel in the Dubai desert.

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A sunset in Langkawi, Kuala Lumpur.

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Tallest building in the world – The Burj Khalifa in Dubai.

 

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A waiting rickshaw driver in Bangladesh.

 

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A roti breakfast in Langkawi, Kuala Lumpur.

 

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A Kirkus Star for Safe in a Storm

Kirkus Star
SAFE IN A STORM
by Stephen R. Swinburne, illustrated by Jennifer A. Bell
Age Range: 2 – 7

KIRKUS REVIEW

Safe in a Storm:Final cover

A soothing story follows adult animals as they protect their young and offer words of comfort during stormy times.

The story opens and closes with an adult collie and puppy, at first watching a storm roll in. The final pages show the same pair safe inside their farmhouse, with the reassuring words, “A storm will always end.” Each double-page spread features an adult with one or two babies, ranging from moles to whales to giraffes. The animals are all cuddly-cute and nonthreatening, even the wolves and the bobcats, and the swirling storms are evocative without being too scary. Each spread has a rhyming couplet in the adult’s voice addressing the stormy weather, along with some reassuring advice about staying safe next to the grown-up. The text doesn’t specify whether the adult animals are mothers or fathers, and though the larger animals seem parental, the story is dedicated “to teachers and school staff everywhere, who provide a safe harbor for children every day” and to the memory of the Sandy Hook Elementary victims. The story could be effectively used after any sort of disaster, with its supportive words about an adult’s calm shelter keeping little ones safe.

From young preschoolers afraid of thunderstorms to school-aged children learning to deal with worrying aspects of the larger world, this encouraging story offers a hopeful view of the protective power of caring adults. (Picture book. 2-7)

 

SAFE IN A STORM

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/stephen-r-swinburne/safe-in-a-storm/

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A Book 15 Years in the Making

Safe in a Storm:Final cover

Like many writers, artists, musicians, comedians, I was frozen after the events of September 11, 2001. I didn’t know what to do next. And doubted what I did for a living — writing children’s books — made any difference at all. For weeks, I groped for a way to begin. Was it okay to write again?

It was the sounds from that dreadful day that awakened something in me. In the tumult of crashing and splintering, I heard the sounds of a storm. But also a reason to hope.

I began wondering how parent animals safeguard their young during storms – downpours, gales, thunderstorms, and howling winds. How do giraffes keep a little one safe when windstorms rage across the African plains? What does a mother whale and calf do when squalls beat the sea into froth and frenzy? And how can a mama sloth protect her baby when the wild winds whip through the rain forest bending trees and flinging leaves?

I started writing Safe in a Storm on a snowy afternoon in December 2001. I finished a first draft in early 2002.

Like a lot of manuscripts, it didn’t find a home for many years. I’d submit to a few publishers at a time, mailing manila envelopes to New York City and Boston (those were the days when snail mail was the only option). Rejection after rejection. Sometimes an editor would hang onto my manuscript but eventually nothing would come of it and my story would be returned. I’d file my story away, wait a year, and submit again. Rejections piled up. BUT, I never gave up on my quiet and simple read-aloud story about animals finding cozy places to keep their young safe and warm.

So I am ecstatic, after a fifteen-year-wait, that Safe in a Storm has found a home at Scholastic. And I jump for joy over Jennifer Bell’s gorgeous illustrations.

I believe good things take time. I believe good stories will find a home. And I believe Winston Churchill was right: Never Give Up!

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I dedicated the book, in part, to the “memory of the 20 Sandy Hook Elementary schoolchildren,” as I believe, that school was struck by a violent storm. I visited Sandy Hook Elementary school in Sandy Hook, Connecticut, on Dec. 1, 2009, two years before the tragedy. I remember the warmth and dedication of the staff at Sandy Hook Elementary, and I am so grateful I got a chance to visit. Close by my writing desk, I keep letters from kids I’ve received over the years. I treasure the one from a student at Sandy Hook:

Dear Steve,

Hi! I’m a fan of your books. When you came to our school, Sandy Hook Elementary, on December 1, 2009 I was inspired to be a writer. Your the best author ever! When you read the first chapter of Wiff and Dirty George The Zebra Incident I was thrilled to read the rest. I will always remember the advice you gave me and to never give up. I hope to grow up and be a good writer like you. But already you gave me a heads up on how to do it.

Your fan,

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“When the storm rumbles loudly and the sky turns to ink,

Snuggle close, my little mole. Touch noses, warm and pink.”

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Talk at home about…authors’ journeys via @steverswinburne

Talk at home about…authors’ journeys via @steverswinburne.

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Get It Down, Fix It Up…Bangladesh edition

I love helping young authors in a writing workshop. To watch them stretch their writing wings is one of the best parts of my job. In recent workshops in Dhaka, Bangladesh, young authors tried out their writing wings buoyed up by strong verbs and vivid details.

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After a mini-lesson on the power of verbs and details in our writing, I showed a brief powerpoint about sea turtle hatchlings. During the powerpoint, I asked the young authors to make a list of vocabulary words regarding sea turtles (flippers, egg tooth, hatchling, sandy beach, scaly skin, counter shading, etc.). We were now ready to tackle the writing assignment.

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“I was on the beach. I saw a lot of baby turtles go down to the ocean. It was fun.”

The directions were to revise the above sentences into an interesting paragraph by using strong verbs and VIVID DETAILS. I set my iPhone timer to 10 minutes, and with heads down and sharpened pencil firmly in hand, the kids dove in.

I was so proud of my Bangladeshi students! They experimented, they threw down weak verbs and then replaced them with stronger ones, they penned generalizations and then edited in interesting specific details. They became writers.

Here are two examples of student’s work:

The hatchling slices open the thin coating of protection, with its egg tooth. This is where the beginning commences of a turtle’s life. Slowly rising out of the shaded home of security, black and white scaly flippers lurch forward out into the warm crunchy, sifting sand. Prey flies ahead and crawls across the sand in search for soft-shelled hatchlings. Scurrying across with every ounce of energy as the hatchling rush forward in search for potential safety. The rigid scales drag across the comforting sandy beaches. Ahhhhh….the first wave comes into contact with the hatchlings. The fizzling foam runs smoothly across the counter shaded back. At last, safely away from moments of danger. Sailing across the bubbling waters drifting along with the current. Gone, gone, gone…a new journey begins. Sarra 7th grade AISD

I wake up and can only see darkness. I’m currently a hatchling. I use my egg tooth to scratch and break the egg. I use my flippers to get out and as soon as I’m out, I get hit by cool air. It tastes and smells salty. I see a few rocks far away. As I get closer I see that they are like me, camouflaged into the night. As I move my scaly skin and crawl forward I join them. Together we move towards the ocean united as one. It’s dark but I can see clearly. Splash! I leave the beach and into the water. I am counter-shaded so I swim in peace. In seconds I’m far away from land. I prepare myself for what is coming and start my journey.        Aqib 6th grade ISD

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Continued Tales of a Tag – Along -Bangladesh Edition

The sounds of honking horns lull us to sleep at night and greet us in the morning. Incessant horn honking is probably the first thing that greets a stranger’s ear upon arrival in Dhaka. The horn is a means of expressing all kinds of things on the road in Bangladesh. It says “I am behind you, I want to pass you, I see you, hello, go head, don’t go ahead, move over, stop, hurry up.”These are things that drivers in many countries may try to communicate when they use their horns, but in Dhaka this is the language of driving. Actual traffic signals and signs are few and far between and rarely obeyed anyway. So how does one move through Dhaka’s daily, slow moving massive knot of cars, buses, trucks, CNG’s (a natural gas vehicle) and the ubiquitous rickshaw? Keep your hand on the horn of course!

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This is why very few expats drive themselves in Dhaka. Most everyone has a driver or has drivers they can use when they need to. Driving here is a skill that takes a long time to master.

The only taxi is a rickshaws or CNG’s. The rickshaws are tons of fun but very bumpy and you might not always get to the correct destination depending on your communication skills in Bangla or your driver’s understanding of English. The rickshaws also have no lights so nighttime riding can be a bit hazardous. As for the CNG’S, they are not for the faint of heart or the prudent, since you are literally riding in a metal cage with wheels while perched above a tank of condensed natural gas.

The horns of Dhaka have taught me that what one culture may find as annoying and aggressive noise pollution, is to another culture the daily dialogue of just getting around town.

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