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#2021NPM 9 April: Meet Debut Author Lisa Fipps

4/8/2021

 
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Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY:
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JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.

WELCOME AUTHOR LISA FIPPS

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When I decided to interview novel in verse authors, I wanted to feature a couple of debut authors. Thanks to Sylvia Vardell's fabulous 2021 Sneak Peek post for all poetry books, I discovered Author Lisa Fipps.

I read this book in one sitting. I fell in love with the main character, Ellie, and how she grows throughout the book. I felt the sting of some the Mom comments.  

What led you to write STARFISH? Was there a reason for choosing to write in free verse instead of prose? 
FIPPS: I wrote Starfish because it was the book I needed when I was a kid. I was bullied relentlessly for being fat and struggled with so many emotions from all the bullying. Since I was an avid reader, I turned to books, hoping to read a story like mine, hoping to feel less alone, hoping to find help with how to handle it all. But a book like that was nowhere to be found. I ended up feeling even more alone. More different. I’ve always dreamed of writing for children, so it only made sense for my debut novel to be the book I always needed as a kid. I’m really surprised and saddened that from the time I was a kid until now – all those years – a book like Starfish didn’t exist. We need fat- and body-positive books for kids featuring fat protagonists, especially since nearly 75 percent of adult Americans and a great percentage of kids are fat. I’m starting to see more and more children’s books with fat protagonists, so that makes me happy. There’s still a long way to go, though. I wrote Starfish in verse because that’s just how stories come to me. I like it because it allows me to cut to the emotional core of a story quicker than prose. Using fewer words also gives me that staccato effect I love.
 
Were there characters that were easier or more difficult to write? Were they based on anyone?
FIPPS: Ellie is based a lot on me, so that made it easier to write her story, at least when it came to what happened to her and how she felt. What made it hard was digging up, facing, and reliving past hurts. The dad was hard to write. On a personal level, I have no idea what a dad is like or what it’s like to have a dad. My dad died when I was thirteen months old. A lot of readers love the dad. One reader who found out I grew up without a dad said, “Do you think you wrote the dad you wished you’d had?” And it dawned on me that that’s exactly what I did, without making a conscious effort to do so. Ellie’s dad is the dad I literally daydreamed about having when I was a kid.
 
I loved the images of the starfish and the whales throughout the book. What led you to choosing those images?  I loved the poem “Whaling Wall” when Ellie sees the beauty of humpback whales. 
FIPPS: When you’re fat, there always seems to be this one defining moment when everything changes, the moment you go from being a regular kid/person to being the fat kid/person. For Ellie, that came during her under-the-sea-themed birthday party, where she wore a whale swimsuit. She cannonballed into the pool, creating a big splash. From them on she was called Splash or some synonym for whale. That’s why I used the whale image in the book. The starfish image came from the scene where Ellie starts thinking that maybe it’s okay to be herself, to be seen, to be heard, to take up space. When she’s trying to imagine what that would be like, she stretches out in the pool and takes up all the room she wants. She literally looks like a starfish, with her arms and legs stretched out. When she starts to face the bullies and defend herself, she notices she takes the starfish stance: Arms stretched out and feet more than shoulder width apart. I think that the word starfish and the image that pops into your head when you hear or read it, gives you a perfect visual of being free to take up all the space you want in the world. 
 
Were the images in the first draft or did they appear in later drafts? 
FIPPS: The whale and starfish images were in the story from the beginning, although I added more emphasis to the starfish as I revised. 
 
Do you have a favorite scene or quote from the book? 
FIPPS: I think the scene where Ellie starfishes and says “behold the thing” as she confronts her mom is my favorite. It is the defining moment for Ellie. For their relationship. But it was so emotional for me to think about, let alone write, that I will never read that poem aloud.

​I noticed that use you used the library for some scenes in the book.  How did being a librarian inform you that there needed to be a library in the book? (Being a retired K5 librarian, I notice when books feature a library)
FIPPS: I am the director of marketing for a public library, but I’m not a librarian. I included libraries in Starfish because they were my refuge when I was in school. And, as an avid reader whose family was too poor to buy a lot of books, I visited the school and public libraries all the time when I was growing up. Coming home with a stack of books felt like Christmas.
 
If you were to give a reading, what might you read to the audience?
FIPPS: I always enjoy reading a few poems from the beginning and the poems with Dr. Woodn’t-you-like-to-know. They’re just fun to read.
 
I’ve been taking some classes at the Highlights Foundation with Cordelia Jense. We’ve been discussing what is the definition of a verse novel? What are your thoughts on the definition? (As the once chair of the CYBILS Award Poetry category, we wrestled with where the verse novels belonged in Poetry or in Fiction or their own category.)
FIPPS: To me, anyway, verse is poetry but it’s also its own creature. It’s a living, breathing, changing artform. You can bend and shape it any way you want it. That’s the beauty of it. It really feels like clay in my hands. 
 
What is next up for you?  Do you have any new books in the works?
FIPPS: Like all writers, I’m always writing. Stay tuned to social media for some exciting news in the future.
 
How did you decide on Author Lisa Fipps and not just Lisa Fipps?
FIPPS: Great question! Lisa Fipps is a common name and so is Lisa Phipps. A lot of people spell my name wrong. Fun fact. When I was a journalist, other reporters in the newsroom got sick and tired of hearing me say, “Lisa Fipps. F as in Frank, i, p as in Paul, p as in Paul, S as in Sam” every time I had to leave a message for someone to call me back. I got sick and tired of hearing me say it. You’d think it’d be an easy name to get right. It’s five letters. One syllable. Alas, it is not. I kept track of the misspellings. There were thirty-four, including Slitz, Flips, and Phillips. I thought the most common misspelling would be Phipps. It wasn’t. It was Simpson. I can only guess that people thought of Lisa Simpson from the TV show when I was trying to spell my name. Dunno. Weird. Anyway, I thought if I branded myself as Author Lisa Fipps for my website and social media that it’d help people find me since it is a common name – although, apparently, wretchedly hard to spell. Lol.

Did you read BLUBBER by Judy Blume as a kid?  It's been so long since I've read it, but it came to mind as I read your book.
FIPPS: I didn’t read Blubber when I was a kid. It was a popular book, and I had planned on reading it. But then when we were in line after library time, getting ready to head back to our classroom, a boy saw a girl holding that book and said, “Blubber’s reading Blubber.” The girl wasn’t fat by any stretch. So, I was afraid to be seen reading it, knowing it’d give the other kids another reason to bully me. That’s one reason I chose the title Starfish for my book. It’s not a title that a kid would be embarrassed to be seen carrying or reading. 

Thank you, Lisa, for sharing this book with the world and for allowing me to interview you.  

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​Wondering about my National Poetry Month Project?  Here's what I have been up to since April 1, 2021:
April 1: Welcome and Morning Prayer
April 2:  Interview with Allan Wolf
April 5 Redux: "Outside My Window"
April 6: Sun/Grian
April 7: Adelanto/A Day's Journey
April 8: Wings Redux


Stop by, leave a comment and get entered for book giveaways at the end of the month.
Many thanks to Tabatha at The Opposite of Indifference who is hosting Poetry Friday.  She has a great project with translating poems into a second language.

#2021NPM April 8: Wings Redux

4/8/2021

 
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Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY:
​
JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.
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Back in 2009, Laini Taylor was a debut author with FAIRIES OF DREAMDARK:BLACKBRINGER.  The prompt at Sunday Scribblings was "wings".  I wrote a reverse double Fibonacci to celebrate.

Dragonfly cathedral window
Beveled wings glisten
Dragonfly
Sits, waits
Rests
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Now
One
Free
Spirit
Dragonfly
Dances in dusk’s light
Transformation invitation

© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2009
Today, I played with the words and the form (Shadorma and the Reverse Double Fib). I worked on making the words more concrete than I had in 2009.

dragonfly’s glistening sun wings
cathedral windows,
azure hawks
hover
near
on

reeds
dreaming
of midges
and dusk fairies
ancient hunters of the lake


© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2021

dragonfly’s
glistening sun wings
hover near
dreams whirring
along the azure waters
dusk fairy hunters
​© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2021

TOMORROW! AUTHOR LISA FIPPS INTERVIEW.  DON'T MISS LEARNING ABOUT HER DEBUT BOOK, STARFISH.

#2021NPM April 7: Adelanto/A Day's Journey

4/7/2021

 
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Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY:
​
JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.
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This is a poem that was drafted in 1995.  In 2009, I revised the poem based on a prompt about food associations.  Below "Adelanto" is the redux of the poem.  It is also the word for Day 6: journey, of the prompts from Oregon Writers' Colony.

Adelanto
Rancho t  lined in palm trees
Snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass
Sage foothills, Joshua tree desert
Foot fights with younger brother
Butterfly stomach
on windy, carnival road
Highway food stand
Purchased black, green olives
minutes from Adelanto
Desert white masonry brick house
Eucalyptus and castor trees
lined gravel driveway 
Cool refuge from a sweltering sun
Great aunts, aprons on
Busy ricing potatoes
Great uncle hugged nonstop
Bleu cheese, tomato soup
Bubbled through cauliflower
Table set for a feast
Sun porch swing
Rocked me until
Eyelids slammed shut
Starlit night debuts
on black damask
Fairy lights twinkle far off
 a day’s journey
© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2009
 
​REDUX
A Day’s Journey
Begin in the car, driving
through palm trees lined Rancho Cucamonga
through a snakelike San Bernardino Mountain Pass
through sage foothills, Joshua tree desert

Butterflies hatch in my stomach 
on windy, up and down road
Foot fights with brother, he always winning
A pit stop on the roadside, with car door privacy
​
As if a mirage, a desert white masonry house
appearswith eucalyptus and castor trees
lining the gravel driveway, providing
cool refuge from a sweltering sun

Great aunts, aprons on, busy ricing potatoes
Great uncle passing hugs to us all
Bleu cheese, turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls
reach my stomach, rumbling, set the butterflies free 

Bone china and good silver graces
the table. Feast ready while Susie,
the cocker, wanders underfoot.
the blessing, the passing food to the right

After dinner, sunporch swing rocks me 
eyelids shutter until a starlit night debut
on black damask and fairy lights  
 a day’s journey
© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2021
 

 

#2021NPM April 6: Sun/Grian

4/6/2021

 
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Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.

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This poem originally appeared in my NPM series on using words with a double LL: Yellow
ENGLISH
Sun
Sun
flower
yellow bursts
against royal blue
squirrels plotting autumn harvest

© 2015 Jone Rush MacCulloch all rights reserved

Grian
flùr
miasach buidhe
​
an aghaidh speur gorm
feòragan a’ dealbhadh foghar fogharaich

© 2021 jone rush macculloch, draft

And because there were challenges in the translation, it now says in Scottish Gaelic: 
Sun

sun
flower
yellow plates
against blue sky
squirrels planning autumn harvest
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© 2021 jone rush macculloch, draft

#2021NPM April 5 Redux: "Outside My Window"

4/5/2021

 
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Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.

CONFESSION:  I am posting a day late.  But thanks to the time travel ability of posting, it will look like Monday.
In 2009, In respond to a prompt by Tricia’s , she asked for a poem "outside my window".  I wrote a pantoum in response:

outside my window
the language of spring speaks
tulips dance in the breeze as
bee symphony plays a concerto
the language of spring speaks
poppy poems emerge from the soil
bee symphony plays a concerto
industrious blue jays build their nest
poppy poems emerge from the soil
daffodils bow heads in prayer
industrious blue jays build their nest
as dogwood buds burst onto the stage
daffodils bow heads in prayer
fiddle heads unfurl, frog croaks for its mate
as dogwood buds burst onto the stage
morning sun cascades through the trees
fiddle heads unfurl, frog croaks for its mate
tulips dance in the breeze as
morning sun cascades through the trees
outside my window
© jone rush macculloch, draft,  2009


Today I used the words from this 2009 poem to create a Reverso poem. I also updated some lines to reflect where I live now.

outside my window
spring speaks at dawn
bees buzz-buzz-buzz a concerto

red-winged blackbird answers, conk-la-ree
tulips sway in the breeze

poppy poems emerge from winter soil
black-capped juncos gather twigs
red flowering currant bursts into bloom
I sip tea, Scottish Fraoch
and write morning pages
I write morning pages
and sip tea, Scottish Fraoch
red flowering currant bursts into bloom
black-capped juncos gather twigs
poppy poems emerge from winter soil
tulips sway in the breeze
red-winged blackbird
answers, conk-la-ree
bees buzz-buzz-buzz a concerto
spring speaks at dawn
outside my window
© jone rush macculloch, , draft,  2021


#2021NPM: Verse of Ages

4/3/2021

 
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Taking a moment to promote a great idea.  I belong to Oregon Writer's Colony.  For years, my friend Susan Balckaby has organized a wonderful poetry event, Verse of Ages.  When I was teaching and had my "Poetry Rocks" group, we performed at the event.
This last year has changed how we do things. Susan has put together a list of words to generate poems:
  1. Floating
  2. Pathway
  3. Ignite
  4. Blessing
  5. Catch
  6. Journey
  7. Baffle
  8. Sharp
  9. Hazy
  10. Answer
  11. Capture
  12. Grace
  13. Fortune
  14. Essence
  15. Dancing
  16. Linger
  17. Heart
  18. Margin
  19. Nimble
  20. Scatter
  21. Pace
  22. Venture
  23. Wonder
  24. Kettle
  25. Oxygen
  26. Risin
  27. Satchel
  28. Quest
  29. Caution
  30. Thrill

    There are no rules, just guidelines, including the following suggestions:
     ·     Use the word-of-the-day in a poem.
    ·      Free associate to see where the word takes you.
    ·       Build a web of connected ideas and images to spark an idea.
    ·       Change the word’s part of speech.
    ·         Use the word to build a compound word.
    ·        Brainstorm a list of rhyming words, slant rhymes, words that repeat the consonant sounds, words that repeat the vowel sounds.
    ·         Explore the word’s synonyms and antonyms.
    ·         Dig through a Thesaurus or mine the adjacent words in a dictionary.
    ·         Combine words on consecutive days and work two or more into a single poem.

    Short or long; formal, blank, or free verse; topical or fanciful or anything in between—your choice. Wind up your imagination and let it spin.


    Word is there may be an informal Zoom gathering on May 4.  

#2021NPM 4-1: Welcome

4/1/2021

 
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Welcome to 2021 National Poetry Month. It's my fifteenth year of participating (some years better than others).  
This year I'm taking a look at some previous poems that I enjoyed and will be revising.  Some have been on the blog before and others not.  
I have  five great interviews lined up:
April 2 POETRY FRIDAY: ALLAN WOLF
April 9 POETRY FRIDAY: LISA FIPPS
April 16 POETRY FRIDAY: CHRIS BARON
April 23 POETRY FRIDAY: JOANNE ROSSMASSLER FRITZ
April 30 POETRY FRIDAY: LITA  JUDGE

I love getting books into the hands of readers so there will be prizes for stopping by and saying hi.

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