At the beginning of January I shared a post about waiting to hear a YES or NO on my children’s book series proposal. Below is the follow up from October about what inspired book 1 in the series, Jack vs. the Tornado. And about the YES–a yes I waited nearly half a century to hear…
The First Tornado
“Is this a war?”
That’s what I remember thinking when it happened.
We were driving back from a family reunion on a long stretch of road that cut through Midwest corn fields . . . acre upon acre of green laid out like a welcome mat for tornados.
Our young family of four had graduated from camping beneath a fiberglass “cap” over the bed of my father’s pickup truck to a proper truck bed camper. My seven-year-old brother and I could lie on our stomachs on the platform bed and talk to our parents via a small pass through window that lined up with the sliding back window of the truck cab.
Unless of course the truck was clipping along and causing too much wind noise. Or the weather was bad.
Long trips down long roads in the dark tend to make little kids sleepy, so my brother and I didn’t notice when the rain started.
We didn’t hear the fear in our parents’ voices on the other side of the closed slider windows.
We didn’t feel the wind whip across the open fields. We didn’t sense the truck begin to lift off the ground so that my father could no longer control our direction.
We knew nothing until the wheels gained momentary traction, and my father whipped the truck over to the side of the country road.
That’s when I thought a war had started.
Yanked from cozy sleep. Pulled through the barely-big-enough pass through window. Slashed by rain.
Red lights blinked against an invisible fury. That’s all I could see as my parents–a child clutched in the arms of each–slid down into the ditch and covered us with their bodies.
The wind was a runaway train.
That was about 45 years ago. My father remembers that I was crying and praying.
I didn’t grow up being afraid of tornadoes, although they are a regular threat when you live in the rural Midwest.
In fact, another came to visit a few years later . . .
In August 2019, on my son’s 30th birthday, after nearly a lifetime of dreaming and writing, I was offered a book contract. Four of them. For a new middle grade series for kids, 8-10 (or, if you’re like me, age 50+).
Today, I can trace the path (twisted as it is) leading up to this event. And by event I mean not realizing something big is about to happen because you’re actually sitting right in the eye of it.
The older you get, the more you see the way things have converged. How you’ve been swept up and dropped down. How one encounter leaves rubble and one transports you from Kansas to Oz. Or both.
I can pinpoint lots of occurrences that brought me from dreaming about publishing a book “someday” to signing my name at the bottom of a contract.
Short-term projects and longtime friendships. God nudges and calls to nitty-gritty obedience.
But still, these past few months of creating a gang of kids who have not-so-ordinary adventures on ordinary streets have been a whirlwind. Exciting, fun, and staggering.
Despite how my 9-year-old self (naturally) behaved in a traumatic situation, my adult self has always stayed calm in an emergency.
After the official book announcement a few weeks ago, I enjoyed the congratulations and the joy of the moment. But since then I have felt like I’m in prolonged emergency mode.
The uncanny calmness.
The “everyone to the basement–no, don’t go back for the hamster, he’s already 3.”
The “this is not a drill.” Hunker down.
It’s time to get to work.
The Second Tornado
Several years after that first tornado, another tornado destroyed the barn my dad and grandpa were building. Our house escaped major damage. My family was safe.
But the tornado twisted the barn off its foundation, like someone unscrewing a cap from a Coke bottle.
The thick oak beams and steel bolts bore the swirling scars in miniature.
Losing the barn was a blessing. The insurance money helped my parents rebuild and pay down debt during a time of national recession and job loss.
If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that new stories are often built from splinters.
And books are built from our personal experiences.
Earthsea author Ursula K. Le Guin said in an interview that “to make something well can take your whole life.” She was talking about length of time. But I’d also say it can take your whole life to write a book well . . .
. . . to build it piece by piece from the memory of your mother’s face blurry with rain, from the fear that the world might blink out, from the warmth of a dry towel wrapped around your narrow and soaked body by a farmer’s wife.
The Third Tornado
So it’s no surprise that my first book in this new middle grade series from Moody Publishers is titled Jack vs. the Tornado.
I’m early in the process of drafting and putting together my beta reader team of kids. I’ve stopped holding my breath like I was weeks ago as I waited for the proposal to go before the publishing board for a decision.
The tornado siren has sounded the “all clear.” It’s time to build a new story.
I hope you’ll follow along and look forward with me to the publication of the first two books in the Tree Street Kids series in Spring 2021!
Here’s the “unofficial” descriptions of the series and the first book:
The Tree Street Kids series
The Tree Street Kids live on Cherry, Oak, Maple, and Pine . . . but their 1990s suburban neighborhood isn’t all quiet, tree-lined streets. Jack, Ellison, Roger, Ruthie (and Midge!) find adventure in every creek and cul-de-sac—and God’s big love in one small neighborhood.
Jack vs. the Tornado
When you move to the suburbs, there are some things you just can’t pack—like your grandparents (for obvious reasons) and the best hayloft fort in the world. But Jack Finch has a plan to get himself back to his beloved farmhouse forever. Only three things stand in his way: a neighbor in need, a shocking discovery, and tornado season.
This post was first published at amandaclearyeastep.com.
Tornado image: Photo by Nikolas Noonan on Unsplash
Congratulations Amanda! How exciting and scary at the same time!
Thanks, Sue. And true. Even when you’ve waited so long and worked toward it, once it happens all different emotions surface!
The books sound wonderful. I hope I do get to read them someday. congratulations and best wishes for success! Children need books that not only tell stories but give them examples and wisdom for their futures. I pray you will do this for them.
Thank you, Helen. They do need good books that provide hope and humor and God’s love lived out. I’m also praying the books do this!
So thrilled for you!
Hi, Michele, thanks so much! I’m thrilled too. 🙂