She had the unique opportunity to work one-on-one with award winning author, Jerry Spinelli at the Highlights Workshop in Chautauqua.
An active member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators, Connie had served as a Committee Member for the NJ Chapter.
She has sold over 60 articles and over 100 photos to publications including Highlights, Fun For Kidz, AppleSeeds, and Faces.
Her ongoing feature “Dear Tommy” had run in Faces magazine for over seven years. Connie occasionally teaches magazine writing workshops at SCBWI events and loves to visit schools.
She recently released PRINCIPAL KIDD: School Rules Book #1 which is a humorous chapter book series based on one of her animation concepts.
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About the Book
The series is about the zany predicaments 11-year-old whiz kid Oliver Kidd faces as principal of Eggshell Elementary school. In book 1, SCHOOL RULES!, Principal Kidd risks losing his new job and having the school shut done unless he can undo damage from the new kid-friendly rules he put into place.
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Oliver entered the office of hard-of-hearing guidance counselor, Mrs. Winnie Huggswell. She was the school’s oldest employee who was somewhere between 65 and 99 years old, no one knew for sure. She was round with spare chins, and eyes that twinkled and crinkled when she smiled. She passed Oliver a plate of the best smelling homemade cookies.
Mrs. Huggswell looked into Oliver’s eyes with concern. “What’s troubling you, dear?”
“I was uninvited to Tucker’s party,” he said. “Even Chelsea’s going!”
Confused, Mrs. Huggswell looked out the window. “What? It’s snowing?”
“No, wish I was going to the party,” said Oliver, speaking a bit louder now. He slouched in his chair and pouted. “Sometimes I just want to be one of the guys.”
“Oh, a disguise.”
Mrs. Huggswell rummaged through a bin of dress-up clothes and accessories and handed Oliver a fake mustache and a hat. “Here, try this on.”
Oliver put on the shiny gold hat. He looked at himself from several angles in the mirror on the wall.
“Not too sure about this gold hat.”
“Don’t call me an old bat!”
“No,” he said. “You’ve confused my words!”
“What? My cookies taste like turds?”
Oliver shoved several cookies in his mouth at once. He spewed out crumbs while talking with his mouth full. “No, see? I love your cookies.”
Mrs. Huggswell smiled. She put the cookies in a bag and handed them to Oliver.
“Good. I’m glad,” she said. “Take the rest. They’ll help you make new friends.”
Oliver sighed and then screamed out, “Great idea. Thanks!”
Mrs. Huggswell pressed her palms against her ears and scrunched up her face.
“No need to shout at me, dear.”
Oliver gathered the disguises and cookies before waving goodbye. On his way back to his office, he felt confident he could handle anything.
That confidence washed away when he saw who was waiting for him in his office.