You Could Be Write by E. R. Smythe, notes to a writer from her character.
Hi, I am Sir E. Robert Smythe in service to Queen Sage of Gwill. I am her Head Galactic Safety Ambassador, working to help young people to find their way through some of the issues that they may encounter.
In the Lost Detective I help Sam and Zoe learn about homelessness and dealing with grief, but you can read all about that in the excerpts and blurbs in this post. Today I am here to talk about writing. Writing is not my area of expertise, but I am sure that I can offer some aid in this area.
My first suggestion is to not preach to the kids, don’t have adults solve the problems. The author needs to guide the young people without doing for them. Young people in this age group 8-12-year-olds don’t want a parent. They need to solve their own problems. At this stage of their lives they are in a transformational stage on the verge of being a teenager while still being a child. Their minds and bodies are changing and the books they are reading need to acknowledge that without being to mature.
The second suggestion is for the writer to acknowledge that the kids are not stupid. You cannot talk down to them. They have lived maybe not as much as the author, but they probably know their way around their world better than you. They are real people with real lives. The author cannot diminish what they are going through for though it may seem childish to the author it is not to the young people reading the books. The author must acknowledge this, the reader’s life, issues and problems are as real as any other age group. Look at the world through their eyes of wonder and magic, instead of an adult’s jaded eyes.
Well it’s time for me to wrap this up. Darlene wanted something short and inspirational, I’m not sure I’ve done that, because like I said I am not the author, but I think I have shared some of my wisdom as one of the characters. So, go out, have fun, read a book, but watch out for Morton the Morph and his Panngoes. I try to keep them under control, but Morton has a habit of getting away from me and making trouble. He means well, he just has a bad way of doing it.
Enjoy and I’ll see you soon.
Sir E. Robert Smythe
From Sir E. Robert Smythe and the Lost Detective, by Chris Weigand
“All right. Love you mom.” Zoe kissed her mom on the cheek and ran back to the camp.
She found the book on her cot in the tent and started to head back to the park. Passing the swamp she noticed Morton the Morph, the yellow toad like creature and his small blue pear shaped panngoes playing on the edge of the swamp. One of the panngoes bounced into the swamp.
“Hey, you guys shouldn’t go in there,” Zoe yelled.
“Oh don’t worry about them. They’ll be fine, just a bunch of panngoes,” Morton answered as more of the creatures bounced into the swamp.
Zoe heard some dogs barking and one of the panngoes squealing. “One of them might be hurt. Shouldn’t you go in there and check on them.” She heard another sound, children talking and laughing. “Oh no someone’s coming. I have to hide. Mamma doesn’t want me to talk to any strangers.” The swamp would be the best place to hide, so she followed the panngoes into the swamp.
One of the bigger ones had fallen in a hole and was calling out for the others to help him. Zoe followed the sound of the crying.
Sam stomped through the kitchen door of their two-story house. “Some animal dumped the trash cans again. Why does it only happen on the days I have to take out the trash?” He snarled as he grabbed a trash bag and a pair of rubber gloves.
“Sam, stop your complaining and get it done. We’re supposed to be meeting Hunter and Anna to go to the park for the Reading Club kick-off,” his sister, Bridget said.
“Yeah, I’d rather head over to the Gullies Swamp soccer field for a quick game of soccer. I’m sure Hunter would too. I’m too old for the reading club.”
“Well, you can’t do that.” Sam’s dad said. “Didn’t you see today’s paper? They voted to take that field on the other side of Gullies Swamp and turn it into a homeless community while they build some low cost housing for the homeless.”
“Why the heck are they doing that?” Sam said. “Where am I supposed to play soccer?”
“The high school field is open and the new field at the park.” Bridget answered.
“But we always play at the Gullies Swamp fields.”
“Well I think those fields are creepy. You have to go past the haunted swamp.” Bridget said.
“It’s not haunted.” Sam said.
“But you told me…”Bridget said.
“Bridget, how many times have I told you not to listen to your brother’s stories about the swamp?” Mom said. “He does that just to scare you so you’ll stay away. Sam, finish cleaning up the trash so you can take your sister to the library.”
Sam grabbed the broom and stomped out the door slamming it behind him.
Can Sam overcome his anger to welcome Zoe and aid in the establishment of a homeless shelter in the community?
During summer vacation, while Anna and her brother Ben along with Bridget and her brother, Sam are participating in the Summer Reading Adventure at the local library the town council announces that they are building low income housing for the homeless. While the housing is being constructed a tent community has been established on an old soccer field on the other side of a haunted swamp. Sam is upset by this turn of events, but his anger is only beginning.
In the meantime, unbeknownst to them, the girls befriend Zoe, one of the homeless people living in the tents. The girls spend time together tracking down clues supplied by the books they are borrowing from the library that will eventually lead to a prize at the end of the Summer Reading Adventure.
When Bridget and Sam’s grandfather dies in a tragic car accident Sam’s anger increases it is discovered that Zoe’s father was the drunk driver in the truck that crashed into grandfather’s car. The family lawyer reveals in the will that the farm and house have been left to the community to build low income housing for the homeless.
Sam’s anger reaches a boiling point and he directs it at Zoe and hatches a plan to get back at the people he thinks are taking away everything he holds dear.
Christina Weigand is a writer with more characters in her head than she knows what to do with. Her mission is sharing the Word of God with readers of every age. Her favorite color is purple and she loves drinking tea while writing.