This book started as a kernel of an idea -- 2 simple opening lines of a poem that came to me while snacking in a lonely hotel room: "Kenny the kernel was only half popped, He turned out that way when the microwave stopped."
When I presented the rhyme to my sister, she said it sounded like the start of a children's story. Well of course it did...
Every year I get older. I mature in so many aspects of my life. And yet, my list of favorite authors has always included Shel Silverstein, Maurice Sendak, Roald Dahl, Robert Munch, Dr. Seuss...and I assume it always will.
From there we never looked back.
A half popped popcorn kernel would clearly have some self esteem issues. So who else in a kitchen might feel similarly self-conscious?
As a mother, Dayna has read countless children's books in the past 2 and a half years so her grasp on the genre was crucial.
I started throwing out ideas like "melting ice cream" and "flat soda." She pointed out that healthy snacks was a wiser direction. With her guidance, Kenny's friends started taking shape in the form of a baby carrot, a brown banana and vain grapes.
After finishing the tale and manipulating photos to fit our artistic vision, we sought out an illustrator to bring our characters to life. Or maybe our illustrator found us...
Alex Miller might as well be our long-lost sibling. Our imaginations seemed to share a playground. We spoke the same creative language and knew this book was going to be a collaboration in the truest sense of the word.
Writing a children's book is work. There's a business side to things. There's marketing and advertising and word of mouth. But there's also the playfulness and whimsy that is necessary to connect with children. And I believe that can be seen on the pages of Half Popped.