by Lehua Parker | Jan 23, 2021 | Fiction & Excerpts, Island Style, Lauele Shorts, Lauele Town Stories, MG/YA Fiction, Pacific Literature, The Niuhi Shark Saga
PEAU Women’s Writing Crew
January 7, 2021
Prompt: A New Year’s resolution, a pacifier, fireworks
about 300 words
Liz’s Closet
by Lehua Parker
It was exactly the kind of thing Liz hated doing.
Hot.
Dusty.
And  guaranteed to make a much bigger mess before it was over. Her mother used to say cleaning closets was a lot like eating an artichokeâto get to the heart, you had to unpeel layers that were never going to ever fit together again.
But it was late November and her New Yearâs resolution to organizeâget rid ofâall the boysâ old baby stuff boxed in the top her closet couldnât be pushed to next year.
Again.
Standing on her tippy-toes, the first box teetered before tumbling over, showering her with bits of desiccated spider and gecko droppings.
âNo, no, no!â she shrieked, shuddering as she dropped it. âUgh! I did not sign up for this! This crap had better not be in my hair!â
She bent forward, shaking her head and running her fingers through her hair. When she was confident that nothing ugi was crawling along her scalp, she whipped her hair into a titah bun and sighed. âJust do it, Liz,â she said. âWhen youâre done, you can reward yourself with the last of the butter mochi before the kids get home from school.â
The first thing she saw when she opened the box was a long red string of stale firecrackers. She laughed. Paul mustâve confiscated them from Jay a couple of years ago. The burns on the ceiling and cement floor of the carport were still there. Fortunately, back then all Jay could get his hands on were firecrackers. Heaven only knew what he would do with grownup fireworks.
The next thing she pulled out made her pause: a pacifier without a nipple. Zader, she thought. Even as a baby he destroyed everything he chewed.
The Pasifika Enriching Arts of Utah (PEAU) Women’s Writing Crew meets online Thursdays at 8 pm MST. Here’s a link to all the latest info: https://pik2ar.org/peaulit/Â All women writers are welcome, particularly those writing from a Pacific Islander perspective. Each week there are suggested writing prompts, group critique, and a craft discussion. After each workshop, I’ll post my example on my website. Most of the time, they’ll be little snapshots about characters from the Lauele Universe, including the Niuhi Shark Saga trilogy, Lauele Chicken Skin Stories, Lauele Fractured Folktales, and more.
by Lehua Parker | Jan 6, 2021 | Fiction & Excerpts, Island Style, Lauele Shorts, Lauele Town Stories, Pacific Literature, The Niuhi Shark Saga, Workshops
PEAU Women’s Writing Crew
December 9, 2020
Prompt: pig, string or rope, bicycle
about 500 words
‘Alika and Arnold
by Lehua Parker
Tuna burst through âAlikaâs bedroom door.
ââAlika! Auntyââ
WHAM!
âAlikaâs punch landed solidly in her gut. âHow many times I wen tell you no comeââ
Tuna bent over, one arm on her stomach, the other braced against the door jam. âBanana leaves,â she wheezed. âBig bunches of ti leaves. Chicken wire.â
âAlika stood there, mouth open and catching flies. âWhat? What you said?â
âTry look!â Tuna said, pointing toward the window.
Through the jalousies âAlika could see Uncle Butchie and Uncle Kawika rummaging in the back corner of Tutuâs lot.
âThis pig more small than last yearâs,â Uncle Butchie said. âAt least we no need dig the imu deeper.â
âYeah,â said Uncle Kawika. âNot too much rubbish to clear, either.â
Uncle Butchie jammed his shovel in the loose dirt. âYou saw the banana stalks and ti leaves Myrna wen bring?â
âYeah, get plenny. Eh, when you like do âem?â Uncle Butchie asked, tilting his head toward the pig pen.
âBumbai,â Uncle Kawika said. âWhen âAlika-dem stay school. I no like him getting all ulukĆ«.â
âArnold,â âAlika breathed. He shoved Tuna aside and raced out of the room.
âWait!â Tuna puffed. âArnoldâs not in the pen!â
Halfway down the hall, âAlika screeched to a halt. âWhere?â
âI left him by the Nakamuraâs side fence tied to the big coconut tree.â
âAlika nodded and turned toward the front door. He gave Tuna one last look as she tried to stand up straight. âEh, sorry, yeah?â he said as he slipped outside. âBut I did tell you foâ knock first.â
When âAlika rounded the corner by the Nakamuraâs fence, all he saw was Tunaâs bike leaning against a coconut tree. âArnold?â he whispered.
Nothing.
Creeping closer, he spotted some jute twine wrapped around the coconut trunk and disappearing into the hibiscus hedge. âFoâreal, Tunazilla?â he muttered. âThis string wouldnât hold a mongoose. Arnold better still be here or Iâll whop yoâ jaw foâreal.â
He ran his fingers along the string and crawled under the hedge to discover a big pig dozing in the shade.
âArnold!â
Startled, the pig grunted and jumped. Seeing âAlika, his curly tail whirled like a hula hoop, and he made happy pig snuffle noises as he ran to him.
âShhhhhhh,â said âAlika as he scratched behind Arnoldâs ears. âItâs good to see you, too, buddy. But weâve got to get out of here.â With one quick tug, âAlika snapped the string from the coconut tree and wrapped it around his hand.
What to do? Where to go?
âAlikaâs eyes landed on Tunaâs bike.
But itâs a girlsâ bike, he thought. No way.
From the house Tutuâs voice called, ââAlika! Your breakfast is getting cold. You better hurry or you going miss the bus!â
âScrew it,â âAlika said. âSometimes you just gotta hele. Câmon, Arnold.â
âAlika threw his leg over the bike seat and pedaled away, Arnold following like theyâd done this a million times.
The Pasifika Enriching Arts of Utah (PEAU) Women’s Writing Crew meets online Thursdays at 8 pm MST. (I’ll post links and more info soon!) All women writers are welcome, particularly those writing from a Pacific Islander perspective. Each week there are suggested writing prompts, group critique, and a craft discussion. After each workshop, I’ll post my example on my website. Most of the time, they’ll be little snapshots about characters from the Lauele Universe, including the Niuhi Shark Saga trilogy, Lauele Chicken Skin Stories, Lauele Fractured Folktales, and more.
by Lehua Parker | Jun 22, 2020 | Island Style, Lauele Town Stories, MG/YA Fiction, New Books, Pacific Literature, The Business of Writing, The Niuhi Shark Saga, Workshops
In mid-June, I gave a three day workshop at University of Hawaii, Manoa, via Zoom about how to take traditional storiesâWestern fairy tales, Hawaiian moâoleleo, Asian folktales, whateverâand turn them into something new.
We spent some time talking about simple vs. complex story structures, inner and outer character arcs, and how so many traditional stories are missing key story beats that western audiences expect because traditional stories were created for entirely different purposes.
One of my examples was Snow White, for the selfish reason that I was getting ready to write another novella for Tork Media as part of their Fractured Fairy Tales serials. It was due in completed form by mid-July. By mid-May, Iâd done the research and had already pitched a couple ideas to my editor. I had a rough outline for my novellaâas much of an outline as a pantster ever doesâbut I thought hearing a story pitch might be helpful for participants and lead into discussions about how publishersâ, editorsâ, and agentsâ ideas can shape a book, and how important it was to meet the audienceâs expectations.
I also wanted participants to be fearless in giving and getting critique, so I set myself up as the first victim, pitching two different Snow White stories.
I knew the first example I gave wasnât an appropriate Snow White story for Tork Mediaâs target audience. It featured drugs, mental illness, dysfunctional family dynamics, and a main character that wasnât Disney warm and fuzzy. Once the gang realized I was serious about critique, they had no trouble telling me that.
Whew, I thought. They got it.
The second story I pitched was much closer to Snow White. It involved a young hula dancer named Hua (Snow White), a jealous older dancer, Nini (Wicked Witch), a phony hula ratings app (Mirror), Menehune that helped the young dancer (Dwarfs), a toady male dancer named Renten (the Huntsman), and diabolical sabotages at a high school hula competition where Hua could be crowned with a majorly made-up hula title as the greatest and youngest everâand the reason Nini was jealous.
This one wasnât as deep as the drug story, but it better fit the target audience. I was about to turn the pitching session to their stories when somebody said, âI donât like Hua. I think this should be Lilinoeâs story. We donât hear much about her in the Niuhi Shark Saga. She disappears, and thatâs too bad.â
Mic drop.
Lilinoeâs story.
What they didnât know was book three of the Niuhi Shark Saga was supposed to be One Dance, No Drum. It was supposed to be Lilinoeâs story, and in many ways, it was supposed to parallel Zaderâs. It was a hula story, too, fame vs. love of the dance, and it was how Lili reconnected with her biological motherâs familyâtheyâd come to see her while she was preparing and competing for Miss Aloha Hula at Merrie Monarch. The seeds for this story are all through the Niuhi Shark Saga, particularly early editions before the books got cut from five to three.
Okay. If this is now Lilinoe as Snow White, that makes this Snow White story much higher stakes and a lot more interesting for me to write. But it canât be Merrie Monarch; Liliâs too young.
Loooong story short, I fell into a deep hole full of research about hula lore and protocols. I started thinking about where this story fit into the Lauele timeline and realized dance, poetry, and music would be the way Lili would deal with her grief and anger over Zaderâs death and Jayâs loss of his leg.
Liliâd be torn between wanting to be the dutiful daughter and listening to her newly discovered mother (whoâd keep butting in because to her itâs all about winning), listening to Liz (her adopted mother/bio-aunt) and others with more traditional hula views, and Liliâs own heartâs desire to dance as catharsis. Liz would also have a few choice things to say (and do!) about Nancy suddenly wanting to be the mother.
And what would Lilinoe dance? Not something typical. Of course! She and her kumu hula would create new hulaââauana and kahikoâplus mele and oli centered in Lauele that expressed herself.
Wait. NEW hula, mele, and oli?!!! All about Lauele, Zader, Jay, and âohana? That worked on at least two kaona levels? I think Iâm giving myself a heart attack.
We are now so far from Snow White, thereâs no going back.
Thereâs also no time. If I have to write poetry and beg someone to translate at least part of it into proper Hawaiian, thereâs no way Iâm hitting a mid-July completion for publication date.
This isnât novella length, either. It feels novel-ish.
Sigh.
But sometimes the muse rides hell for leather. Like an ocean wave, you have to go with the flow. This story is not going to be Snow White. Itâs not going to be One Dance, No Drum, either. Guess I need to sit my pants in my chair and let the words flow.
Iâm going to be as surprised as anyone to see Lilinoeâs story unfold.
But, really, telling your own story beats reworking a traditional story any day.
Hoâomakaukau.
PÄ!
by Lehua Parker | May 11, 2020 | Children's Literature, Pacific Literature
I donât know how I missed these books, but I am so glad I found them. Thanhha Laiâs writing is charming, funny, and oh, so real.
In Inside Out and Back Again, Thanhha pulls her readers into a fictional world based on her experiences as a child in Viet Nam, fleeting at the fall of Saigon, and emigrating to America.
In Listen, Slowly, Thanhha explores living in two worlds as a teen who has cultural and family roots in Viet Nam, but feels very American growing up in California.
Inside Out and Back Again went through many versions over many years as Thanhha experimented with different voices and styles. After starting with long, flowy passages that just didnât seem like a 10 year oldâs voice, and then moving to Hemmingway-ish close third-person, one day she started jotting down just how Ha, the 10 year old female protagonist, was feeling.
And that was powerful.
Told in free verse poetry, Inside Out and Back Again, shows the reader snapshots into the mind and heart of Ha during a single year, 1975-1976, a year where she and her family escape Viet Nam during the fall of Saigon, survive as boat people, and eventually settle in rural American. Through Haâs eyes, we experience random acts of kindness, prejudice, fear, hope, longing, acceptance, and despair. While told in English, the free verse poetry feels like lyrical, poetical forms of Vietnamese, blended with sucker punches of raw emotion. With Thanhhaâs prose stripped down to the bare essentials, readers find space to fill in the gaps with their own experiences. The good, the bad, and the ugly are pitch-perfect of that time and of fourth grade politics. Itâs a book that invites lots of discussion and deep thinking and, I hope, will inspire others to write their own tales. In the edition I read there was a lot of supplemental materials perfect for reading groups and the classroom.
Listen, Slowly, is about a second generation twelve year old Vietnamese girl growing up in California and reluctantly accompanying her grandmother back to Viet Nam one summer to learn more about what happened to her grandfather. Itâs a classic insider/outsider story. Mai starts her journey with the goal of returning to Cali as soon as she can, but learns to love and appreciate her Vietanmese-ness and finds space within herself to bridge both worlds. Materialism, family obligations, roles in society, and worldviews are big themes. I think upper MG and YA readers will relate to Mai, and that can spark a lot of conversations about privilege, race, and what is owed.
Both books are available on Amazon and other fine bookstores. Go read âem, go read âem, go.