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The journey to having my first novel for kids in print has been riddled with road blocks and shonky bridges. The good news? At every rocky stage I've singled out up tips (and anti-tips) which I'm happy to share with everyone. . .


For me, this was the easy stage! Would-be writers need to read like maniacs to be aware of other writers' work, both locally and internationally. There is no point inscription a killer story if it resembles a bit before now published. Sadly, that means no scar-faced teen wizards named Barry.


Here's a austere equation: the more you write, the advance you befit at writing. By the time I was ready to be born I'd previously done my first three manuscripts (spent most of the time looking about for anywhere to plug in my laptop). When the general practitioner smacked me on the flipside I squinted at him and went, 'Waaah!' Which of classes meant, 'Ah, you must be my agent!' I went on to scribble home-made comics all the way through my childhood already I began characters for surf magazines at age 17. Since then, I've had thousands of articles and pieces of fiction published. A lot were 'hack' stories; a few won me awards and contests. All helped build my journalism skills and voice.


A local educator read my first script to his class (thank you, Bob Swoope). The advice was terrific. One kid enthused, "It's just like Harry Potter, only funnier!" I dined off that compliment for a month.

I'm lucky ten year olds consider payment in Propel Pops is the activity banner for editors, else I'd be broke by now (well, in reality I am broke). I read all my stories to my daughter, her friends, and any young relatives I can bail up. At any time my juvenile focus groups wander off to the adjoining TV, I know the part I'm comprehension needs major reconstruction. At whatever time the kids sit glued to their chairs and challenge more, I know my story is caption in the right aim (and I've bought the right glue and Propel Pops).

It's constructive to let adults rip into your story as well. Adult writers, that is. I've educated it's best to avoid ancestors members and friends, if not you enjoy building these citizens flee at whatever time they see you. Join a local or online appraise group instead. Developing elephant-thick skin will also help you all the way through this stage.


Finally, you think your book is ready. It isn't. Time to let the script breathe for a month, ahead of revising it with fresh eyes. Be ruthless. Hack those additional adjectives that editors loathe. Erase every scene that does not sparkle, build up the plot on many levels and compel the person who reads to keep reading.

Rewrite again

As a author for children, you're not only competing alongside the malformed slush pile from Hell and other kid's books, but aligned with the internet, mainframe games and 24 hour cartoon networks. Remember: the advanced kid is smarter, more savvy and by far bored than any cohort before.


Crunch time. When you give in your first manuscript, get stuck as the crow flies into characters the second. When your copy profits unloved, send a different submission out on the same day (or even better, send two). For every five rejections, rewrite. Never surrender.

Over the choice of more than a few months, I sent my script to every agent in the country. They all old until I was dejected. So I completely beleaguered publishers instead. I about fell out of my laptop chair when the back up one at once replied. The amazing Ibis Publishing of Melbourne liked my story so much, they asked me to commit to inscription two more in the same series. Truth is, to be published, I would have committed to inscription a sequel naked in a bubble in the average of Pitt Street. Luckily, they didn't. But I still have my bubble.


Over a year has gone by since my book was accepted. My long-suffering editor Belinda Bolliger has motivated me by means of two more rewrites to add backstory, cull my short form fever and tone down my more acute jokes. My major atmosphere has befit less obnoxious and had a sex alter from girl to boy. Why? Apparently, girls will read about boys; but boys aren't happy appraisal about girls.

I at first named my book after the globe of chatting cattle and changed chooks at the centre of my story. However, Uponia (too strange) was misrepresented to Globe Horse Fart (too rude) to ZAPP to Earth Horse (too horsey) to Raz James and The Amazing ZAPP Discovery (too vague) to Erasmus James and the Galactic ZAPP Appliance (too. . . wait, that's it!).

The cover art has misused about as many times while the date of book has been put back from last Christmas to May to June to September. Fingers crossed on that last one!

It is vital to keep on adaptable and assured all through such changes and delays. Yoga helps. Beat to get the whole lot right than to rush out an low-grade product. The extra time has also given me time to set up a website, work out a argue plan with the Ibis marketing team Anthony and Paola and watch my hair turn even more grey. Meanwhile, my bank balance has nose-dived, but who actually needs fancy mod-cons like electricity and food?

On the road

Last month I drove to Sydney to consciousness up the Pan Macmillan sales team. I delivered a ten exact standup comedy everyday and was as bowled over as any person when the affable team laughed at my feeble jokes and seemed moved about promotion my book. On the long drive home, I realised this would be but the first of many such promotional trips: to schools, book signings, whatever thing and the whole thing that will help me sell a few more copies and keep doing what I love so much. Then the rain began to container and my front tyre blew out. As I bounced into the bush, I realised I was about to be subjected to an added first on the lovely alternative route known as Magazine Road.


DC Green is the dramatist of the soon-to-be-published 'Erasmus James and the Galactic ZAPP Machine', a funny and action-packed tale of friendship, intergalactic zapping, flatulent horses, environmental havoc and bus-sized chooks. An award-winning fiction and non-fiction writer, DC used to go the world for surf magazines, above all since he couldn't come up with the money for his own air tickets. He lives on the NSW South Coast of Australia with one a little crazy daughter and three very crazy cats.

Check out DC's stories at: http://dcgreenyarns. blogspot. com/

Buy 'Erasmus James and the Galactic ZAPP Machine' at Bookmark Australia: http://www. bookmarkaustralia. com. au/

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