Represented by Tim Travaglini of the Jill Corcoran Literary Agency
The Short & Sweet Version
Kate Barsotti is a writer and artist whose expressive work, whether on drawn on paper or stitched with handspun yarn, evokes childhood memories and the stories upon which such stories are built. Ms. Barsotti is a member of the Kansas City Fiber Guild and the Missouri Fiber Guild, as well as the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. She lives and works in downtown Kansas City, Missouri.
Sort of What Happened With Many Bits Left Out
Mom: "Kate, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
Me, at most any age: "An artist."
"That's a hobby. You can't make money doing that."
Me, in the throes of a panic attack, left eye twitching: "Oh. Um. I guess I'll be a writer." (I said "lawyer," once, for about a month, and "librarian" until my great aunt scoffed and said I may as well be a police officer. She was a card, Aunt Maude was.)
I was born in California, spent a few years in South Carolina, then ended up in the Kansas City area, where I now reside downtown, in a place with immigrants, African Americans, and whites of Italian and other heritages--which sounds "diverse," but the truth is, it's like a layer cake here, each layer separate and only touching the other.
Each childhood move made its mark. I wonder about the places, friends, and mysteries left behind. I carry a sense of lost territory, especially for the forbidden woods behind our Clemson house and my initial stomping grounds in Kansas, in a simpler, less affluent neighborhood than the one we ended up in for most of my childhood. It never felt right there, a new suburb next to soybean fields, modernity gobbling up the countryside. People had money and opportunity, but they had secrets, too.
My favorite book in all the world is Wigger, the only children's book written by William Goldman, who wrote The Princess Bride and many other works. It breaks all the "rules" of narrative we are taught today, and, illustrated by the gifted Errol LeCain. Wigger is the world I can disappear into as I did in childhood, forgetting myself, forgetting reality, sunk into the story of a girl dying of grief due to the loss of her sarcastic and worn pink blanket. Love may be the protagonist in this case. It's hilarious when you aren't weeping.