Maiden Voyage

The Edward Curtis photographic print that hangs above our claw foot tub always manages to cast  an inspirational spell over me every time I gaze at it. It's one of his most iconic images: a young Native American woman holding an oar in her right hand as she's standing along side her high walled canoe looking out at a body of water. That's the literal description anyway. For me, this historic photograph is a touchstone for the female lead character in my book, "The Imagination Warriors". I like to imbue the woman in the picture with a steely sense of courage and determination as she peers confidently into her future. She is on the precipice of a profound peregrination. The sense of adventure in the image is almost palpable to me. I want to pan Curtis's giant, heavy wooden camera to the left to see what the young woman is seeing. Is it an ocean or a lake? The vessel at her side will be her companion on her journey, just as she is a human vessel holding her precious wisdom, energy, youth and stamina.

I like beginnings. There is a fragile and excitable beauty in the newness of things. I envision Philomena, my nine year old girl character in my book, looking through the eyes of this young warrior woman, surveying the world of newness that awaits, pushing off into the vastness of the unknown.  


Here's the Enthusiastic, Thumbs Up from Kirkus Reviews

 In Romanelli’s debut children’s novel, a young New Yorker and a talking feline go on a spiritual adventure.

Daisy May is a special cat. Not only can she talk, but she also has the gift of precognition. But although she leads a comfortable life in New York City, she feels unfulfilled. When her owner’s
9-year-old granddaughter, Philomena, invites her to come to Lamy, New Mexico, to investigate a mystery, the cat decides to put her psychic powers to good use. Philomena is an adventurous, independent child whose paleontologist father is often away from home. She’s been keeping watch on a painting of a Native American man that hangs in a Lamy saloon, whose details—such as the number of teepees in the background—have been changing. She takes Daisy May to meet her artist friend, Noshi, whose latest work, an image of a Native American princess, has been similarly mutable. Daisy May, Philomena, and Noshi declare themselves to be “Imagination Warriors,” and they find that they’re able to use the power of thought to enter Noshi’s painting; inside, they find conduits to other pictures and paths to other places and times. But will they ever figure out what’s going on with the pictures, and make their way home? Romanelli portrays a world full of wonder and plays up the characters’ embrace of imagination. Daisy May and Philomena are full of inquisitiveness, not skepticism, which will appeal to a middle-grade audience. Romanelli effectively portrays imagination as a means for dealing with problems, such as loneliness or the feeling of being tied down by circumstance. By switching the narrative’s perspective to secondary characters—including Rama, a talking llama—the author shows how imagination can spread like ripples on a pond. The dialogue’s tone is formal, rather than naturalistic, but the story moves quickly as characters investigate the mystery, which is only partially resolved. Indeed, the book turns dark and ends rather chaotically, setting up a potential sequel. Even so, young readers will likely be happy to tag along. Sawyer’s (The Cupcake Book , 2014, etc.) full-color illustrations are suitably hazy and fantastical.

A curious, free-wheeling read for inquiring young minds.

Stellar Endorsements for "The Imagination Warriors"

“A delightful romp from the high-desert settings of Northern New Mexico across the limitless lands of imagination. Laws of discovery and wonder rule Romanelli’s captivating world of inspired nonconformity, where an unexpected assembly of characters finds courage, connection, and friendship in the forces of art and creativity. Together they bend space and time to break the bounds of ordinary and encounter the essence of imagination. Their adventures encourage us to tap in to the fierce warrior spirit required to be an artist, an authentic individual, or a talking cat, reminding us that magic lies in the theater of an open mind.”

—Carmella Padilla
Author of The Work of Art: Folk Artists in the Twenty-First Century and recipient of the 2009 New Mexico Governor’s Award for Excellence in the Literary Arts


“This first children’s book from Marc Romanelli—a beautifully told story with excellent illustrations—is a delightful treat for adults as well. Here, drawing on his creative abilities in photography, Romanelli has opened up an entirely new medium for his storytelling. Readers will love it!”

—Catherine Allen

Chairman and CEO, The Santa Fe Group and author of

The Retirement Boom, Reboot Your Life, and The Artist’s Way at Work


“Marc Romanelli weaves a magical, fur-tingling tale that travels through time, art, and love. Journey to unexpected lands to meet brave, bold, and sometimes belligerent characters who remind us that the power of imagination is a

gift and our most creative force. This is an enticing adventure for elementary children and an engaging read-aloud for families”

—Beth A. Clayton

Founder and director, Journey Montessori School


“In contemporary clinical psychoanalysis a goal is to contemplate, explore and engage multiple states of self-experience. With a gleeful wink and a reverent nod to Natsume Sōseki's once banned I Am a Cat, Marc Romanelli's adventure invites the reader—young and, alas, not so young—into a similar engagement. The ride is full of thrilling and unexpected twists and turns ‎that have me aching for whatever's next for the characters in this heart-thumping tale. In multiple self-experience, one hopes to hold together a balance, an integrity and consistency across and within a sometimes-vast array of difference, contrast and conflict. At the center of The Imagination Warriors, Romanelli holds together such a balance and harmony—between reader and read, character and context, storyteller and reader. Bravo!”

                                                                                    Mark B. Borg Jr., PhD

Clinical/Community psychologist, psychoanalyst, and author of Irrelationship and
Relationship Sanity

You Have To See With Goodly Eyes

My 4 year old son just said this to me and it reminded me that I really need to write this stuff down before life's frenetic pace overwhelms everything truly important. "You Have to See With Goodly Eyes, Daddy", he said. I was struck by the absolute purity of it. Yes, of course you need "goodly eyes". Now having goodly eyes in a China classroom might get to sent to the head of school for a flagrant violation of school policy. You see, in some Chinese elementary schools that have been equipped with AI enabled surveillance, cameras are observing students expressions and if your face is doing something other than buried in the book da jour or some other accepted activity you're on notice to stop your antisocial behavior. Imagine if you are a 9 year old Chinese student and for a short period of time...and this doesn't take long, your mind wanders and contemplates something more that either the mandatory book you must read or the electro-luminescent tablet hard-wired to your brain and you get that , "goodly eyes" look on your face.

This student may be having an extraordinary epiphany. This student may be having a transcendent experience that is beyond the boundaries of sheep school under the all watching AI surveillance. China will eclipse the United States in rapid, breathless fashion, but they will kill something of essential, crucial importance. Keep those "goodly eyes" trained on the prize...and damn those AI surveillance cameras that don't have a clue about what's truly important.

The Deer and Receptive Creativity

I've begun to write Book Two of "The Imagination Warriors" and yet again the process is the "gift".

What do I mean?  I started writing about a Japanese grandfather named Soichiro (I've taken the name of the esteemed founder of the Honda Motor Company, now deceased). In Book Two, he and his granddaughter Ayami are traveling a winding and foggy mountain road outside of Hiroshima, Japan.

I felt that I needed an element...some kind of entity that would move the story in strange and unexpected ways right there on that foggy damp mountain road I'd envisioned them driving on. I stayed open and receptive to my immediate surroundings and eventually the answer came.  I know this sounds rather pseudo spiritual and maybe disingenuous, but seriously, two beautiful, elegant and ghostly deer wandered quietly into our large gravel parking lot at sunrise.  I had my element.  I stayed open to the world as it gifted me with an elegant solution.  Sometimes I feel that there are "talismans" everywhere pointing the way for us and we are just to damn dense to see them and then acknowledge them for what they really are.  Let's call it, "Receptive Creativity."  I know it sounds a little precious, but that's really what it is: an ability to be receptive creatively to your world and what enters it.  If indeed we are all organic hard drives of the highest order, with the quantum ability to  move beyond predictable 1's and 0's, why can't we assimilate non-linear data...or as I like to call it, simply "Imagination."

The ghostly deer stood statue still in the middle of the fog bound mountain road and did not  move at all as Ayami approached it.  It seemed to disappear in and out of the fog.  The deer speaks to the young Japanese girl about what is to come on their journey into the Bamboo Forest.  The arrival of the deer propelled my story, which is still being formed, in magical ways.

Here's to Receptive Creativity.

A Sense of Place

I've been fortunate to have traveled to some far flung locations in the pursuit of my photography.  Having read quite a number of Robert Heinlein's science fiction books, I've come to know and love the feeling of being a  "Stranger in a Strange Land," Heinlein's seminal book about the first born human on Mars who returns to Earth and creates his own religion based on "water sharing."  The specific feeling that I craved when I traveled was to feel as though I was an astronaut, awestruck in witness of an exceptionally foreign and exotic landscape that necessarily reordered your sense of scale and personal perspective.  One of the places that fired that feeling for me in real life was The Pinnacles of Western Australia outside of Perth. These stark limestone spires randomly thrust out of the desert sands, so close to the Indian Ocean, like alien sentinels awaiting human contact.  The combination of the arid desert, the kangaroos bounding about, and those silent and craggy monolithic spires created a theatrical sense of place for me that inspired me visually but also inspired my time-released interest in  the artfully written word and its descriptive power.  Another such place that affected me deeply was Uluru or as it was once known as, Ayer's Rock in the Red Center of The Australian Outback.  A towering mountain of red rock that glows fire engine red at sunset, but at other times during the day would change chameleon-like with the prevailing meteorologic conditions. I stood spellbound by the image of clouds racing across its massive corrugated surface.  I had the opportunity both times I visited this hunk of sacred rock to climb it to the top.  I was a much younger man on both occasions and the climbs seemed relatively easy.  Although it may not now be possible, I think I would value even more fully a climb to the top now at age 62 with all it's bittersweet implications.  The sensation remembered then was that of being on a giant sailing ship overseeing an ocean of desert 1500 hundred feet below.  These experiences have informed me and are signposts and touchstones that show the way to other extraordinary life experiences.  They have also informed my writing.