Writing for children has been my lifelong dream.

The cover of Barbara Odanaka's book "Construction Cat"
My latest book, Construction Cat

As a youngster, I adored books, especially those by Dr. Seuss and Roald Dahl. I also loved creating stories and poems for my parents and siblings. These days, I consider it a great privilege to be able to create fun, playful books for all ages.

Like many writers, I've long been fascinated by words — just like my dear mother, Dorothy, who was the family whiz at Scrabble. I remember playing rhyming games with my mom during long car rides. Her love of words — along with my discovery of an old Royal typewriter deep in our garage — inspired my six-year-old self to write my very first book: The Happy Hamster, a one-paragraph ode, and a mess of misspellings and smudges.

As an author, I tell children that there is nothing so rewarding as a good tale told well. Whether you read it, or write it, a great book is a like a treasure chest that stays with you your whole life. And it all starts with one string of wonderful words!

In the days of yore, I was a reporter for the Los Angeles Times.

I left daily journalism to backpack around the world for a year, on $15 per day. A few weeks before I left the Times, an editor asked me, in a kind but curious way: Barb, what's up with all the rhyming?

I had not realized it, but I was writing bits of rhyme into my columns. That's when it hit me: perhaps it was time to embrace my dream of writing books for children.

I didn't give up journalism entirely, though. While traveling around the world in 1994, I wrote monthly dispatches for the Daily Pilot, a Times subsidiary that covers my hometown of Newport Beach. I did this mainly so my parents could keep up with my globetrotting and be assured that I had not fallen off a mountain or been devoured by a tiger.

This was , after all, when newspapers served as social media. I remember my tech-savvy brother pushing some newfangled thing called “e-mail” so I could relay news back home more quickly. I thought he was crazy. “That Internet is just a fad,” I told him. As it turned out, I composed most of my monthly dispatches on ancient, often decrepit typewriters rented from shopkeepers from Kuala Lumpur to Kathmandu. Halfway through the trip, I bought a small, portable typewriter and lugged it with me the rest of the way.

These days, I freelance for a number of publications, mainly the L.A. Times. Some of my published articles include an essay on skateboarding moms, a story on elder skatesmen, and a package of travel stories on skateboarding up and down the California coast. I also served as editor of the fabulous Skateboarder's Journal (now, alas, out of print). Sometimes, I actually write about topics other than skateboarding!

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