Boycott Celebrity Children’s Books!

Et tu, Martin?

The Crow, Steve Martin’s 2009 banjo album, includes a track titled “Late for School” – a song I didn’t very much care for. The song, though energetic, was sloppy, with an inconsistent meter and some pretty labored rhymes.

Oh, and there was a second reason why I didn’t like “Late for School:”

“If Martin doesn’t turn that song into a bad children’s book,” I told my wife, “I’ll eat my hat.”

Well, I have good news and bad news.

The good news is my diet is 100% polyester-free. The bad news is…well, you know.

Sigh.

I haven’t been this disappointed in Steve Martin since he starred in Bringing Down the House.

Martin, of course, isn’t alone. He is far from alone. The picture book market is lousy with celebrity titles. Tiki Barber, Joy Behar, Katie Couric, Billy Crystal, Bob Dylan, George Foreman, Jeff Foxworthy, Whoopi Goldberg, Jay Leno, Jerry Seinfeld, Brooke Shields, and John Travolta are now “Men and Women of Letters.”

And the list goes on and on.

And on.

And on.

Yogi Berra’s on the list. Yep, the genial Yankees catcher, whose claim to fame is being kinda incoherent, wants to educate your children.

And, of course, there’s Madonna. When she was on TV plugging her first children’s book, she told the interviewer she wrote it because “I couldn’t believe how vapid and vacant and empty all the stories were.”

That interview was maybe 10 years ago, and I still remember that line. Oh, and I shall take that line to my grave.

This disturbing trend affects us all. When a celebrity children’s book is published, it doesn’t only make an angel cry, it robs the world of a spot on a publisher’s release list. That spot could’ve been given to a hard-working unknown who has dedicated his or her life to the craft of writing. But noooo…Neil Sedaka had to cut the line.

I mean, come ON!

Well, it is time someone said  “enough!”

I am that someone!

And I am looking for other someones to say “enough” also!

Consider this blog post a call to arms!

Join The Boycott Celebrity Children’s Book Association (BCCBA)!

You don’t have to be a writer to be a member, just a concerned someone who wishes to promote and encourage good writing by writers.

Joining couldn’t be simpler! To be a full-fledged, card-carrying member of BCCBA (cards not included) you only need to follow three rules:

  1. Boycott children’s books written by film, TV, pop, or reality show stars; politicians; newscasters; or sports figures.
  2. Respectfully discourage non-members from buying children’s books written by film, TV, pop, or reality show stars; politicians; newscasters; or sports figures.
  3. Come up with ways to respectfully encourage celebrities to submit their children’s book manuscripts under pseudonyms – so the stories may be judged on their literary merits alone.

I know, I know. Some of you are thinking, “But Jamie Lee Curtis is different! She can really write!” And you’re right, she can.

But for boycotts to succeed, sometimes the innocent must temporarily suffer. Fear not, friends; Curtis will be fine. Her books will almost certainly be accepted on the basis of the meritocracy model I propose. In the meantime, she can generate extra cash by making some more of those commercials for the yogurt that helps you poop.

Jamie Lee Curtis: great actress, fine writer, has regular bowel movements.

So who’s with me?

Write a comment and show your support for the cause! All suggestions are welcome!

Join the Association and spread the word! 

Only together can we make a difference!

A Humble Doodle

Yeah, I’m cool.

On September 1, the day my book was officially released, I could be found cooling my heels at a dealership, waiting for my car to be repaired. The stereo had decided to stop working after it had eaten my “Best of Frankie Yankovic” cd.

I suspect this was God’s way to keep me humble. “So you think you’re a big shot author, eh? Well, now your mechanic knows you listen to polkas. Not such a big shot now, are you?”

No, Sir.

It took a couple of hours, but Mr. Mechanic fixed the cd player and sent me on my merry way.

And then the radio stopped working. So this week I was waiting around the car dealership once again.

I get it, God. I’m humble now. Really!

As some of you may know, when I’m forced to humbly sit in a waiting room, I like to doodle for your enjoyment. So here you are! A doodle for you!

Unlike my other doodles, this one indicates what I’m going to write about in my next post. Wanna take a guess?

If not, feel free to tell me a car repair story!

Or feel free to tell me about the most embarrassing cd in your record collection!

Or tell me whatever you like. I enjoy hearing from you!

I’m Honored!

Not a big fan of Elmo, but the napkin seemed  appropriate for the occasion.

Although my posts over the past few weeks suggest otherwise, I am eager to stop the self-promotion and get back to the business of writing about writing.

And so help me, I will do so beginning this weekend – even if it kills me.

But I would be remiss if I didn’t first thank a few fellow online scribes who presented me with blogging awards over the past couple of weeks.

I’m feelin’ the love.

The lovely Khaula Mazhar and Amanda Leigh each nominated me for the Lovely Blogger Award! (Even though Khaula presented it in a bwa-ha-ha-I-hope-you-enjoy-all-the-work-I-just-gave-you kinda way, I still find her lovely.)

I’m feelin’ the Leibster, too.

Raging Gail nominated me for a Leibster Award, which was both a lovely and leibster-y thing to do!

And the wonderful Susan Rocan at mywithershins tagged me with some fun questions.

That is not the first time Susan questioned me by the way; she also just interviewed me on her blog! Do take a look if you wish. She’s a great interviewer. She is also a kind and thoughtful person – even though she does not share my appreciation for goats. Nobody’s perfect, I suppose.

Adorable.

Each of the above honors requires me to answer questions and nominate other bloggers. To give each award the attention it deserves, I’m going take care of them one at a time over the next couple of months. So please don’t interpret my delayed followup as a sign of ingratitude. Believe me, I’m appreciative. Thank you all!