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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 45
Sign: Sagittarius

City: AUSTIN
State: TEXAS
Country: US
Signup Date: 12/1/2006

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Thursday, November 01, 2007 

Current mood:  chipper
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I am pleased, honored, and proud to announce the launch of The Brown Bookshelf, a group of 5 authors and illustrators, brought together for the collective goal of showcasing the best and brightest voices in African-American Children's Literature, with a special emphasis on new authors and books that are "flying under the radar."

After bumping into one another on various children's writers' boards, YA authors, Paula Chase and Varian Johnson, realized the same issue popped up again and again — the overwhelming lack of awareness to African Americans writing for children, especially YA, outside of the heavy-hitting veteran authors. Determined to launch an initiative that would shine a spotlight on the varied African American voices writing for young readers, Chase and Johnson created The Brown Bookshelf.

Soon after, they recruited fellow writers Carla Sarratt, Kelly Starling Lyons, and illustrator/author, Don Tate (moi), to serve as a research and review team.

On February 1, 2008, the group, in conjunction with the African-American Read-In Chain, The Black Caucus of NCTE, and AACBWI, will launch the 28 Days Later Campaign, an initiative designed to highlight African-American authors with recently released books or books that have "gone unnoticed." Each day during Black History Month, a different book and author will be featured. The campaign will culminate with a day of giveaways and announcements of future programs on February 29th.

All that said, The Brown Bookshelf needs your help. We are looking for the best new and unnoticed works by African-American authors. From picture books to novels, books fresh off the presses to treasured classics–whatever books you like, we want to know. We're specifically looking for new books and books that have "flown under the radar," but you can nominate any book, as long as it's a children's or YA book written by an African-American author.

The Brown Bookshelf will be taking nominations from November 1, 2007, to December 1. Simply post a comment at the Brown Bookshelf website, or send an email to us at: email@thebrownbookshelf.com. You can nominate as many books as you like. And be sure to leave your email, as each nominator automatically has the chance to win one of our great giveaways.

Also, be sure to check The Brown Bookshelf blog often, as we'll have regular updates and blog posts by the members of the Brown Bookshelf, and maybe even a post or two by some special guests.

So what are you waiting for? Nominate an author! And spread the word!

- The Brown Bookshelf
Saturday, July 14, 2007 

Current mood:  aggravated
According to the Cooperative Children's Book Center, in 2006, 87 children's books were written by African American authors. If you're not in the children's book business, you might be impressed. You might think: "Wow! This is great! Eighty-seven African American children's book authors got published in just one year?"

I am in the children's book business. Think again. More than five thousand children's books were published last year, according to CCBC estimates. Less than 2% of those books were written by African Americans.

At first, the numbers made me angry. History whispered racism loudly in my ears. I considered the people who make it possible for books to get published — agents, editors, marketing people, publishers. Most of these people are white. Where's a black author to fit in this picture?

I thought about this awhile. I came to the conclusion that charging racism is too simple. The condition is disheartening, yes, but it can't be blamed solely on white people. Not today anyway. Years ago, no doubt, racism was the culprit. I mean, if black folk weren't welcome at lunch counters, public toilets or swimming pools, it's not a stretch to think they, or their literary works, weren't welcome in children's publishing houses either. Today, I think, the issue is less about black vs white. It's about green — cash money green.

It would be nice if more books were published by and about African Americans. It would be nice to have more children's books with characters that look like my children. But publishers don't publish books to be nice, they publish them to make money. Publishing is a business, and the market sets the tone.

Before I started working on this post, I wrote a list of ideas that I thought would lead to more children's books getting published by and about African Americans. The list included things like more African Americans actually writing stories and shopping them around to publishers. Do you know how many black folk I counted at last summer's SCBWI national conference? Less than I could count on one hand. My list also included more African Americans pursuing careers within children's publishing houses. But nothing else really mattered compared to item 1 on my list: More African Americans supporting the books that are already being published. I really think it's that simple. If literature that features black children is truly important to the black community, then those few books written by black authors, those that did get published, should have flown out of book stores faster than a tick in a flea collar factory. Right? Does that happen? I don't know.

I've been told that multicultural books take longer to earn back money invested by publishers, as compared to other books. I'm sure there are many reasons for this; I won't attempt to tackle the reasons. But let me pose a question to you: You're a publisher. You have a fabulous manuscript in your hot little hands, one that will likely return a profit over the next 10 years, or so. In your other hand, you have another, equally fabulous, manuscript, one that you believe will return a bigger profit in two, possibly three years, maybe sooner. Which one you wanna publish?

I know it may rumple a few feathers, that I've thrown the responsibility of fixing this dilemma mainly at the feet of African Americans, and less with publishers. But the only way to entice publishers to publish more books by and about African Americans, in my opinion, is thorough the promise of bigger profits. Like they used to say in the '70s: Money talks and bulls---t walks.

All that said, 87 black children's book authors published in a year that produced more than 5000 books is sad no matter how you try to rationalize it. And sometimes it does make you wonder. A couple weeks ago, I sent an email note to my aunt, an acclaimed children's book author, venting about how frustrated I was trying to snag a literary agent. I asked her if she felt literary agents were less likely to want to work with a black author, or if I was copping out. I asked her if she knew of any black literary agents who would look beyond my skin color and take me on.

She said I was copping out. She was probably right.

*Thanks, Kyra, for sharing this link. 
Friday, March 09, 2007 

Current mood:  anxious

Sure, I shouldn't have been driving and reading at the same time, but I couldn't help myself. I'd just received a package in my mailbox, sent from my aunt Eleanora. I knew what was inside the package, but I couldn't open it because I was late for work. As I drove down the interstate, it lay there on the seat, nagging me to open it. "It's your aunt's new novel. It's your aunts new novel," the package said repeatedly.

Finally, I was overcome with anticipation and curiosity, so my body took matters into it's own hands. One knee reached up, grabbed the wheel and steered the car, while both my hands — and teeth — tore into the package. Inside I found Celeste's Harlem Renaissance (Little Brown) by Eleanora E. Tate, her eleventh book.

Receiving a book written by my aunt is just as exciting today as it was when I was a kid — even more so now that I'm in the business myself. Back then, my excitement was based in my aunt's celebrity status. Seemed like everyone in Des Moines either knew Eleanora personally or was familiar with her work. "Are you related to Eleanora Tate," was always the question that followed when I introduced myself to an adult. "Yes," I'd spit out proudly. "She's my aunt, my dad's sister."

Were it not for my aunt's influence, I probably wouldn't be illustrating children's books, or trying to write them. I'd be an artist of some kind, but children's books wouldn't have crossed my mind as a possible avenue.

In my family as a child, we had a pressman, nurses, postal workers, receptionists, a barber, beauticians, a janitor, plumber, and maid — all honorable professions. I learned something valuable from each one of these people, things I used to succeed in life. But in my family, we also had an award-winning journalist whose work was published in the Iowa Bystander, the black newspaper, and she went on to become an author, whose first novel was adapted into a movie starring Richard Roundtree (Shaft). There weren't any other black kids at school who could claim that, and most didn't believe me when I told them. Her example inspired me to take a similar path.

My excitement today is less about perceived celebrity — though she is — but it stems more from a true understanding of her real accomplishments. Writing a novel — or picture book for that matter — ain't easy. And getting it published is another feat completely.

Anyway, after reading the jacket flap and acknowledgments of Celeste's Harlem Renaissance, my curiosity was quenched. My knees relinquished control of the steering wheel back to my hands, and I continued my drive to work.

I was especially tickled at one of my aunt's acknowledgments in particular. My aunt said: "Dedicated to my mother, Lillie M. Tate, who told me to never ever put her name in my books..."

If you knew my Grandma DD's eccentric ways, you'd die laughing, as I did on the interstate (she's gonna act mad, say something nasty, but she'll be smiling inside).

Also enclosed in the package was a copy of Mike Sales' graphic novel Southside Nefertiti. Cool!

****In other news: I may or may not, be blogging over the next week. My weekend is jammed-packed — school visit, critique meeting, basketball, soccor, Farmer — and then it's off to Vegas, where I learned at late notice, that I'll be purchasing my daughter a wedding...er, I mean, giving my daughter away in marriage.

And, thanks Rinda! for glittering me.

Congratulations go out to Cynthia Leitich Smith on the sale of her latest picture book, Holler Loudly.