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Zany Orange Puffles and social networking sites for children (ZERO MOMENT blog tour #1)

Rumours of the Zany Orange Puffle have been around for about a year. Small children would argue with you about whether the sightings (posted on YouTube) of this rare Puffle are genuine or fake. A certain small child has been begging me to let her get an Orange Puffle since their official release in the online world of Club Penguin in February.

I don’t know if she means a real three dimensional object or a virtual pet. Probably both.

If none of this means anything to you, if Club Penguin, Moshi Monsters, Webkinz, Neopets and even Habbo Hotel are just strange names then you might want to wake up and join the 21st century.

While adults exchange quips, moans and snippets of news on FaceBook while playing Farmville and poker, kids are having way more fun than us, as always, in the virtual world of kid’s social networking.

These worlds have complex rules, games, social aspects, teamwork etc. There are virtual parties, games, product launches even. In lieu of doing a survey myself (I have to stay away from these places. I learnt years ago that I have a tendency to become addicted), I asked my 8-year old for the low-down. This is her personal ranking of sites:

1. Club Penguin. Owned by Disney, backed up with real-life products like plush toys, backpacks, sticker books etc. Hardly a day goes by that she doesn’t beg for a subscription.

2. WebKinz. One plush-toy company that missed out on collectible Beanie mania realised the opportunity of linking real-life plush toys to a virtual pet. Each toy comes with a unique ID that buys the child another pet in the virtual world of Webkinz.

3. Moshi Monsters, Neopets. Neopets is quite ‘old’ now, in that it’s been around for almost 10 years.

I’m probably the wrong person to write a hand-wringing article about the dangers of letting kids spend too much time online or looking at screens. After all – Joshua Files itself includes a big online component – an Alternate Reality Game for teenagers, which takes them from video blogs to Twitter to chat with mysterious bots and hunt for clues in Habbo Hotel.

I’d have been utterly hooked as a kid to a site like Club Penguin, so I can fully understand why children love them. The graphics and special effects, compared to computers games like Xbox, PS3 and even Wii, are cartoon-like in their simplicity. But they are far more compelling. A 7-year old can have many hours of fun designing rooms for their avatars, playing games to earn points (the games might even be educational, who knows?). The points are traded for virtual stuff, including, at Club Penguin, the Puffles, most recently the Zany Orange variety. (It dances with a hula hoop)

How can sticking pasta shapes and good clean fun with paint compete with that? It can’t. Reading books probably can’t compete either. No wonder authors are having to make stories better, faster and more action-packed to engage young readers! With our own daughter it’s certainly a battle.

I remember my suburban childhood as a constant battle with boredom. We definitely had to become inventive to think of ways around the boredom. That inventiveness was probably a good thing, sure. You hear a lot of angst now that ‘kids today’ are ruined by the fact that they are never bored – robbed of a chance to invent imaginary games and run around keeping fit etc. How all the kids today are unfit and glued to the screen.

Hmmm. But then I watch my own daughter. She seems to be having bags of fun. All self-taught too – by reading instructions. It gives her ideas for offline play too. With WebKinz and Puffles, you continue into role-play with your friends. Lots of kids make videos of their Webkinz singing, dancing, acting out movie scenes and upload them to YouTube.

So kids like these don’t know what it means to be bored. Wherever they turn there is creative distraction, entertainment. Is that really so bad?

I can’t join the handwringers, I’m afraid. I can only remember how the hours stretched painfully in the school holidays of my youth, and watch with vicarious enjoyment as my own kids play on Club Penguin and Habbo Hotel. Because I suspect that social networking sites like these are saving kids from some of the worst of the boredom and loneliness of childhood in the past.

Next on the ZERO MOMENT blog tourElektra Assassin – the baddest comic book grrl ever at bookzone4boys.blogspot.com (31 March)<–>

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The ZERO MOMENT blog tour

Here is the list of articles in the ZERO MOMENT blog tour which ran throughout May 2010, along with the kind blogs run by friends of mine who have kindly agreed to host a rant, ramble, book review or intelexshull think-piece.

Z is for Zany Orange Puffles and social networking sites for children here at mgharris.net

E is for Elektra Assassin – the baddest comic book grrl ever at bookzone4boys.blogspot.com

R is for Richmal Crompton and the genius of Just William at bartsbookshelf.co.uk

O is for Om nom nom – the nommity meme at chicklish.co.uk

M is for Mayan myths in popular culture (2012 and all that) at scribblecitycentral.blogspot.com

O is for One Hundred Years Of Solitude – a bluffers guide at viewfromheremagazine.co

M is for Motivating your characters – the secret to success? here at mgharris.net

E is for Everything I Know About Plotting I Learned From Aristotle at myfavouritebooks.blogspot.co

N is for Numbers in the Dark by Italo Calvino – a short story collection review at nextread.co.u

T is for Ten Things That Helped me Get Published at howpublishingreallyworks.com

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World Book Week Diary

Meeting the boys of Simon Langton Grammar, Canterbury
Meeting the boys of Simon Langton Grammar, Canterbury

Last year, we launched ICE SHOCK on World Book Day, at St Gregory the Great School in Oxford. This year I set off to do a mini-tour of schools in the South of England.

World Book Day is the one thing guaranteed to get us lazy authors out of bed early. Even Robert Muchamore tweeted in (mock) anguish “School event in High Wycombe tomorrow. I’ve got to get up at 7am. The HORROR!”

Started off at D’Overbroecks College in Oxford, speaking to the sixth-form English Lit and Communication& Culture students. After spending the afternoon tailoring my author presentation to their sophisticated 6th form ears, I accidentally ran the normal Powerpoint. Somehow we still ended up talking about Aristotle.

Oxford authors Tim Pears and Colin Dexter at the LANDED book launch
Oxford authors Tim Pears and Colin Dexter at the LANDED book launch

The next day, a launch party at Blackwell’s Oxford for my friend Tim Pears’s new novel, Landed, which has already had bags of terrific reviews.

For the last part of the week it was on to Canterbury and then Worcester to visit two more schools. Lots of fun at Simon Langton Grammar in Canterbury talking to hundreds of boys about Joshua Files. And a special privilege of spending time with the school’s writer’s group, including three young men who’ve written a 108,000 word dark fantasy novel. Very impressive INDEED.

At Christopher Whitehead Language College in Worcester I hung out over lunch with the student librarians and we talked about how to construct a story. Brilliant suggestions from the kids who created a thrilling storyline for a supernatural adventure about a girl who has to rescue her mother…from Hell!

Posing for the press at Christopher Whitehead Language College
Posing for the press at Christopher Whitehead Language College

A special thanks to the kids who patiently posed with me for the photographer from the Worcester Gazette!

And to the wonderful librarians Teresa (Simon Langton Grammar, Canterbury) and Liane and Clare (Christopher Whitehead, Worcester) for all their work to encourage and develop readers and for inviting me to your schools!

Finally, a big thanks to the lovely Punjabi students that I met on the train to Canterbury. I left my coat-belt on the train, after enjoying a nice chat with the boys. On the train back to London at the end of the day, the guys were there again. When they heard I’d lost my belt, one of them insisted on giving me his. Then spent the rest of the trip determinedly making a hole in the thick leather so that it would fit me. Thank goodness for the belt or I’d have frozen solid on the walk home!

Best question of the week: Is fiction getting too ‘fast’ and are we losing something valuable in the drive to make story openings vault us directly into action.