Stephani is a former English teacher with an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from Vermont College of Fine Arts, where she earned the Candlewick Picture Book Award and the Marion Dane Bauer Award for middle-grade fiction. She is an active member of NCTE, AWP, and SCBWI. As the managing editor for Cynthia Leitich Smith’s blog, Cynsations, Stephani promotes and lifts up voices in the children’s-YA book community.

Stephani in front of Vermont College of Fine Arts (VCFA)


Stephani Martinell Eaton grew up in the suburbs of Washington, D.C. where she spent most of her time thinking up stories and writing family newsletters to her out-of-town grandparents. Grandparents are a fantastic audience.

Before turning to writing full-time, Stephani taught English, first in middle school and later in high school and college. She has an MS in Teacher Leadership from Johns Hopkins University. She also holds an MFA in Writing for Children & Young Adults from Vermont College of Fine Arts where she won the Candlewick Picture Book Award and the Marion Dane Bauer Award for middle grade fiction. The highlight of the MFA experience was spending a week in the UK with one of her literary heroes, Katherine Paterson, and her future agent, Lori Steel.

When she’s not writing, Stephani might be gardening, reading, or planning a travel adventure. She lives in North Carolina with her husband, their two children, and two lively and affectionate Shelties.

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When I was in second grade, I wrote a poem about an impending storm that pleased my dad so much that he hung it in his office. It stayed there for years. I recently asked if he remembered what it said, and he rattled off: “This dark and rainy noon will soon pass the sunset of time.”

I had to laugh at the melodrama of my seven-year-old self. “What on earth does that mean?” I asked my dad.

He defended my first “serious” writing attempt as the start of my writing journey. Second grade was a pivotal year, one in which words came alive for me. I remember bringing a story to Mrs. Giannone’s desk, and in the middle of reading it, she put her head on her desk and fell asleep! Well, she didn’t really fall asleep, but I had used the word “nice,” and she was showing me how boring that was for a reader. Her reaction amused me. It lit up my brain and made me want to write, write, write. I was determined she’d stay awake the next time she read my work!

Young Stephani busy at work
Stephani's 2nd Grade Glass

Yet, I learned later that too much pizazz in writing just gets in the way of meaning. My dad would harp on me to “say what I mean” and not embellish too much. In a book report on Ivanhoe, I had cooked up some flowery sentences. He asked what they meant, and I couldn’t tell him because I didn’t know. Finally, after much back and forth and lots of frustration, I said that I was trying to say that the book made me think.

“Say that!” he said.

He taught me not only the importance of clarity but precision. That’s what you get when your dad has a Ph.D. in biochemistry but loves to read literature and history. The copy he gave me of Ernest Hemingway’s On Writing is still on my shelf.

In sixth grade, Mrs. Siltman told me I was good at reading and writing only after telling me I needed to stay in for recess because I talked too much. This is probably the year that I discovered Katherine Paterson’s Bridge to Terabithia and Gilly Hopkins. And it was one year before I met Anne of Green Gables.

I wore those books out.

Stephani Begins 7th Grade
Stephani's AP English Class

All the while, I was writing, writing, writing at home. We had gotten a new Apple IIc computer, and it had Print Shop software on it. I obsessively made newspapers filled with stories of our family life to send to my out-of-state-grandparents. Grandparents are the best audience.

In high school, the boy who sat in front of me in AP English frustrated me to no end. He aced all the timed writings, and our teacher frequently used his work as the model to which to aspire. I was a good student, but no standout.

In undergrad, I earned a BA in English and secondary education with a concentration in journalism. After graduation, I taught middle school and loved it. I had a whole crop of kids to introduce to books and writing. An added bonus, I got to teach my beloved Gilly Hopkins by Paterson.

I needed to get a Master’s degree to continue teaching, so I decided to pursue my first love and what I felt I never had time for in undergrad: creative writing. I worked and worked on a manuscript.

I had no idea what I was doing.

I was promptly rejected. Several years and two babies later, I sat back down to write. It felt familiar. It felt right. But it was hard. I quickly realized that I needed and wanted to learn more. I wanted to take all those creative writing courses that I never took in undergrad. 

So, I applied to four MFA writing programs.

I was promptly rejected. It would have been wise for me to remember what I knew as a second-grader: “This dark and rainy noon will soon pass the sunset of time.”

I boxed up the seventeen drafts that weren’t getting me into school.

And I started over.

Stephani Starts her VCFA Journey!
Stephani with Eleni Kavros DeGraw and Melanie Hooyenga at SCBWI NYC

I did what I could. I joined a critique group, went to some conferences, and listened to webinars. I read writing blogs. I read craft books such as A Sense of Wonder by Paterson, which fueled my purpose to write. 

About eighteen months later, I had something that looked more like a story. A friend invited me to go with her to an SCBWI conference in New York. By chance, we met some VCFA alumni, who were gracious when I confessed I had been rejected from their program. Later, one of them came to find me and introduced me to VCFA’s recruiter. They both sincerely encouraged me to apply again.

I texted my husband in a flurry of eagerness.

Seconds later, he texted, “Do it!”

I did.

Even though I didn’t get in on the first try, when I did get to VCFA, it provided me with everything my seven-year-old self could have dreamed of: encouraging mentors, a community of writers, a place to grow and experiment. I added to the champions in my corner a hundredfold. I even traveled for a week with Katherine Paterson (the author of those books I wore out) during a VCFA writing residency in Bath. But most importantly, VCFA gave me an excuse and a reason to don my favorite hoodie and sit down at the keyboard and write.

Stephani teaches middle school English
Stephani with author Katherine Paterson

Writing has become a family activity. My husband loves to write. My kids write. We share our writing with each other. We go on research trips together. It has become part of the fabric of our family life.

The writing life is full of refusals, rejections, and revisions. No writer’s life is free of those storms, those “dark and rainy noons.” But those pass.

And even amidst those storms, there is joy. Joy in creation, joy in community, joy in those moments alone with the blank page, and the promise of what’s possible.

Oh, and that boy who frustrated me to no end in AP English?

Reader, I married him.

Stephani and family visit Bodie Island