From Publishers Weekly
Joan Lowery Nixon, the four-time Edgar winner, reveals the life behind the craft in her memoir The Making of a Writer. An epilogue sharing the author's "Top Ten Writing Tips" encourages young hopefuls.Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information, Inc.


From School Library Journal
Grade 5-8 In this entertaining book, Nixon narrates the story of her life from the time she was a baby living in a white stucco duplex that her family shared with her grandparents until she became a journalism major at the University of Southern California and sold her first piece of writing. As the narrative moves forward in chronological fashion, Nixon whispers in the ear of readers all of the important tricks of the trade that she has learned: "Read!- Write what you know- Show, don't tell- Put yourself in other people's shoes," and so forth. Most chapters are organized around one of her writing lessons. The book contains a great deal of dialogue that makes it a lively read, but these clearly imaginary interchanges do compromise the book's status as a work of nonfiction. However, this quibble will be of little consequence to those who are interested in the life of this accomplished author or to those who will value the book for its clear and concise advice to writers. -Barbara Scotto, Michael Driscoll School, Brookline, MA Copyright 2002 Reed Business Information, Inc.


From Booklist
Gr. 6-8. Nixon, with more than 100 books to her credit, answers her many correspondents who ask about her craft. Yet unlike some writers whose books for aspiring authors list the mechanics of writing, Nixon tucks her tips into a memoir that stands alone as a piece of literature. Born in California, raised in a home with her parents and her grandparents, Nixon seems to have had an idyllic childhood, mostly spent in the years before World War II. Although the short chapters seemingly chronicle incidents from her youth--staying up at night listening to the radio, writing letters and poems to the boys fighting overseas--each one holds a nugget of information about writing, characterization, motivation, plotting the action, and more. This will be of tremendous value to adults who teach writing to children, but it will also appeal to Nixon's legion of fans, including those who have no desire to write a word of their own; it's a delightful look back at a time and a life. Ilene Cooper
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Review
?This will be of tremendous value to adults who teach writing to children, but it will also appeal to Nixon?s legion of fans. . . . A delightful look back at a time and a life.??Booklist

?Clear and concise advice to writers.??School Library Journal



Book Description
Many of Joan Lowery Nixon’s readers have written to her to ask how they, too, can become published writers someday. This memoir, including anecdotes and advice, is her answer to them. From her first publication at age ten–a poem entitled “Springtime” in a children’s magazine–to her graduation from Hollywood High during World War II, Joan Lowery Nixon shares the incidents from her childhood that helped her to grow and develop as a writer. Listening to her favorite serial programs on the radio, performing puppet shows at orphanages and hospitals, and writing love poems for her high school classmates to send to soldiers overseas all planted the seeds from which a prolific professional career was born.

Both informative and entertaining, this is a charming look at one writer’s beginnings.



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The author recalls events from her childhood that contributed to her development as a writer.


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Many of Joan Lowery Nixon’s readers have written to her to ask how they, too, can become published writers someday. This memoir, including anecdotes and advice, is her answer to them. From her first publication at age ten–a poem entitled “Springtime” in a children’s magazine–to her graduation from Hollywood High during World War II, Joan Lowery Nixon shares the incidents from her childhood that helped her to grow and develop as a writer. Listening to her favorite serial programs on the radio, performing puppet shows at orphanages and hospitals, and writing love poems for her high school classmates to send to soldiers overseas all planted the seeds from which a prolific professional career was born.

Both informative and entertaining, this is a charming look at one writer’s beginnings.


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Chapter One

When I was young I filled notebooks with my writing. Sometimes I jotted down special thoughts, bits of description, verses, and short stories.

The number of greeting cards I designed, with personalized verses inside, would have shaken the marketing department heads of Hallmark. Every member of my family received my illustrated poems on holidays, birthdays, other special occasions, and sometimes just-for-fun days. It made my relatives and friends feel special, and I suppose it also saved me money at the greeting card store.

When I was ten, I mailed one of my poems to a children's magazine to which I subscribed. I can't remember the name of the magazine, but it had a page devoted to children's writing and art.

My poem was titled "Springtime," and I remember that one line was "and children play outdoors because they're glad it's spring." There must have been some literary license involved because in Los Angeles children played outdoors all year round.

In April 1938, just two months after my eleventh birthday, I opened the just-arrived issue of the magazine. There on the children's page was my printed poem, with the byline Joan Lowery, age 10.

My name! My byline! In a magazine that people all over the United States would read!

I can still visualize my name in print under the words I had written. This was what it was like to be a published writer. In print! With a byline! Delirious with success, I knew I was on my way.

Chapter Two

When I was a baby, my parents and my mother's parents, Mathias (Matt) and Harriet (Hattie) Meyer, whom we called Nanny and Pa, bought a white stucco duplex on the corner of 73rd Street and Gramercy in Los Angeles. They added a large, square room that connected the two sides of the house through my parents' and grandparents' dining rooms. Since my mother had been a kindergarten teacher, the room was outfitted like her former classroom with an upright piano, sturdy work table and chairs, easels and poster paints, a school-sized blackboard, a ceramic pot that held damp clay, a dollhouse, and a roomy space for toys. Everyone called it the playroom.

My parents' side of the house was arranged in a square, and my grandparents' side of the house was shaped like an upside-down L. After my sister Pat was born, when I was five, she and my other younger sister, Marilyn, shared the second bedroom in our parents' side of the house. My bedroom was on my grandparents' side of the house, at the far end of the upside-down L.

The two sides of the house were quite different, although both had chairs and sofas upholstered in the stiff, prickly plush fabric that was in fashion then. I can't remember what color they were because they were all covered in homemade slipcovers of printed fabric that didn't match but had been purchased at a "good bargain." The object was to protect the furniture underneath. The slipcovers were removed only for special guests and parties at which there would be no children.

I can see now that the slipcovers cut out a lot of the stress to which children are subjected. With the furniture well protected, no one cared if we climbed onto the sofa with our shoes on to color the designs in our coloring books, or sat there munching on saltine crackers.

The gas stove in my mother's kitchen was fairly new. It looked like a table on white enameled iron legs with the oven on top, next to the four burners. Nanny had an old, heavy iron stove whose oven was like a dark cavern underneath the burners. Mother had an electric refrigerator, but Nanny had a wooden icebox out on the service porch.

Two times a week the iceman arrived in his truck, picked up a huge block of ice with tongs, and carried it on his back to replace the melted ice in the icebox. There was a pan underneath into which the melting ice could drip, and Pa had to empty this heavy pan at least once a day.

The children in the neighborhood loved to jump into the open back of the ice truck, grab slivers of ice, and run before the iceman returned. If he came back too soon, this good-natured man would pretend to scowl. He'd shout, "Who's taking my ice?" and then take a few steps toward us as we ran away squealing.

Nanny loved to cook and to bake, so both sides of the house were rich with the fragrances of pot roast and onions, cinnamon-sugar cookies, rich chocolate puddings, and comforting chicken soups.

Our grandparents and their activities played a big part in our lives.

Each spring Nanny and Pa bottled their own root beer. We all loved root beer, especially in black cows, sodas made of vanilla ice cream and root beer. Nanny cooked the root beer mixture and scalded the bottles, and after the brew had been poured into the bottles, Pa would cap them with a small metal bottle-capping tool that could be operated only by exerting great physical strength.

The bottles would be stored on the service porch, and after a certain period had passed in which the carbonation did its work, the root beer would be ready to drink.

It was delicious, and to add to the fun and excitement of each summer, every now and then a bottle on the service porch would explode with a noise we could hear all over the house.

It was best when I was young and could scream at the explosions. When I grew a little older I often had to help clean up the sticky mess.

I watched Nanny make fudge, which, at an exact time in its cooling, Pa, with his strong arm, beat into a creamy texture. Nanny taught me how to darn socks and took me with her when she visited her circle of friends in the neighborhood. Mrs. Christiana offered me cookies. Mrs. Ritemeyer, who subscribed to the Los Angeles Times's rival newspaper, the Examiner, always saved her Sunday comics for me.

Nanny and Pa were wonderful companions and the best of baby-sitters. Tall, quiet Pa and chatty Nanny, who barely reached five feet tall, were infinitely patient and spent hours playing Chinese checkers, whist, and poker with us, as we graduated from our early years of fish and slapjack. With both parents and grandparents close at hand, my sisters and I were tucked into a snug, secure environment.

In some of my earliest memories I see myself running to my grandfather and saying, "Pa, will you read to me?"

ANNOTATION

The author recalls events from her childhood that contributed to her development as a writer.

FROM THE PUBLISHER

Many of Joan Lowery Nixon’s readers have written to her to ask how they, too, can become published writers someday. This memoir, including anecdotes and advice, is her answer to them. From her first publication at age ten–a poem entitled “Springtime” in a children’s magazine–to her graduation from Hollywood High during World War II, Joan Lowery Nixon shares the incidents from her childhood that helped her to grow and develop as a writer. Listening to her favorite serial programs on the radio, performing puppet shows at orphanages and hospitals, and writing love poems for her high school classmates to send to soldiers overseas all planted the seeds from which a prolific professional career was born.

Both informative and entertaining, this is a charming look at one writer’s beginnings.

FROM THE CRITICS

Publishers Weekly

Joan Lowery Nixon, the four-time Edgar winner, reveals the life behind the craft in her memoir The Making of a Writer. An epilogue sharing the author's "Top Ten Writing Tips" encourages young hopefuls. (May) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.

VOYA - Cynthia Gueswel

Told in short chapters, this book is a welcome answer to the oft-asked question, "How can I become a published writer someday?" and Nixon is just the person to provide the answer, having penned more than one hundred books for young readers, including many award-winners. Each chapter recounts an anecdote from the author's life, then ties it into a lesson she learned about writing. The chapters trace her life from childhood through her teenage years, closing with her concise, helpful "Top Ten Writing Tricks." Nixon employs many of the same writing tools in this memoir as she does in her mystery novels. Dialogue, emotions, characterization, attention-grabbing beginnings, and strong chapter endings keep a reader's interest. Her writing is clear and interesting, admirably blending her personal history, that of the nation, life lessons, and writing tips. Numerous black-and-white captioned photos enhance the text. Young adults who have read any Nixon books will appreciate the insights she offers into her own life as well as the development of her signature style. Buy several copies of this book for youth-serving libraries. It will be a popular choice for young readers, and teachers will find it an extremely useful tool. Photos. VOYA CODES: 5Q 4P M J (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Broad general YA appeal; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2002, Delacorte, 106p,

School Library Journal

Gr 5-8 In this entertaining book, Nixon narrates the story of her life from the time she was a baby living in a white stucco duplex that her family shared with her grandparents until she became a journalism major at the University of Southern California and sold her first piece of writing. As the narrative moves forward in chronological fashion, Nixon whispers in the ear of readers all of the important tricks of the trade that she has learned: "Read!- Write what you know- Show, don't tell- Put yourself in other people's shoes," and so forth. Most chapters are organized around one of her writing lessons. The book contains a great deal of dialogue that makes it a lively read, but these clearly imaginary interchanges do compromise the book's status as a work of nonfiction. However, this quibble will be of little consequence to those who are interested in the life of this accomplished author or to those who will value the book for its clear and concise advice to writers. -Barbara Scotto, Michael Driscoll School, Brookline, MA Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.

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