Monday, June 5, 2017



To all my current and future #DCSPeeps (DECIDE, COMMIT, SUCCEED), welcome to my new series in my continuing effort to inspire, amuse, and entertain you! Each Monday I will select a new word to analyze how it might apply to our writing lives and also give you a peek into my childhood growing up in the swamps of southern Louisiana, so kick back, put your feet up, and check out my story about TODAY'S WORD:


Up until about the 5th or 6th grade, girls weren't allowed to wear pants in my school. The dress code allowed skirts just above knee level (although a lot of girls...myself included...would roll up the waist band a time or two to shorten the length of those skirts to a more "acceptable" level for pre-teens girls attempting to catch the eye of pre-teen boys.

One year I began the school year only to discover the school board changed the rules and  girls were now allowed to wear pants in school. Everyone quickly went out to purchase a hefty supply of cool looking blue jeans.

Everyone, that is, except me.

Coming from a poor family and being the youngest of four children, the chances of a snowball in Hades was greater than my being able to avoid going to school in hand me downs. But a girl's gotta have a dream and I dreamed of a bright blue pair of jeans so I could dress INCOGNITO to hopefully blend in with the "in" crowd at school.

I still remember that Christmas and how excited my mother was for me to open one particular present. At first I thought all my youthful dreams had come true when I uncovered a beautiful pair of blue jeans in just my size. I was thrilled. That is, until I took it out of the box and discovered it was trimmed at the bottom with about three inches of a tacky plaid cuff. My mother was waiting to see my reaction and for a moment I couldn't speak.

I KNEW if I wore those pants to school I would be mocked and ridiculed for not only being poor, but now I would be considered a dork as well. But one look at my mother's face and I also KNEW it had taken her time and precious money she didn't have in order to, for once, give me a chance to wear brand new, store bought clothes.

What else could I do but thank her and wear the jeans?

Sadly, my peers were just as unforgiving as I expected and whenever I was forced to wear those jeans I wanted to become INCOGNITO for an entirely different reason...

Writers sometimes hide inside their main characters in order to see the world through their better understand what they might be going through as they deal with their own struggles. Writers may want to wave to the world from inside their story, but experienced authors realize to stay hidden is to stay objective to the potential twists and turns of every situation the main character encounters.

Readers should never have even a hint the author is living INCOGNITO, somewhere within the pages of their manuscript. The audience doesn't necessarily want to be influenced by the writer's persona, but rather, wants the freedom to slip on that cloak of being INCOGNITO right along with the main character and hopefully experience the adventure of a lifetime.

And who are we to say they shouldn't do just that?

Children's book author, Donna L Martin, has been writing since she was eight years old. She is a 4th Degree Black Belt in TaeKwonDo by day and a 'ninja' writer of children’s picture books, chapter books and young adult novels by night. Donna is a BOOK NOOK REVIEWS host providing the latest book reviews on all genres of children’s books. She is also a book reviewer for Harper Collins, and a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators. Donna is a lover of dark chocolate, good stories, and an adoptive mom to 20-pound guard kitty in Knoxville, Tennesse


  1. Donna, you brought back some painful memories of my childhood, but they never stopped, they continued into adulthood. I have become more braver to be myself in the past four years as I come out of hiding - free at last.

    1. Hi there! I'm sorry my story was upsetting to you. It is always my intention to amuse and entertain...not hurt and upset my readers. Please accept my apologies for stirring up painful memories...

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!

  2. Donna, my embarrassment of my clothes was mostly concerning my shoes. I hated the galoshes we had to wear when it rained. And the boy's tennis shoes I wore in 3rd grade. And the 2nd hand women's shoes I had to wear in 4th grade. Too bad most of us don't learn until we grow up, that "fitting in" isn't always necessary.

    1. Hi Janet! At least Mother was enough of a talented seamstress to make decent hand me down dresses from all those old women's yard sales we went to...

      Thanks for stopping by and come back any time!