Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving, friends!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
IT'S APPLE CUP WEEKEND!!!!
Thursday, November 20, 2008
First Crazy: I'm going to bore you tears with this one...today's another day of 5000 words. Or at least I hope it is. But when a whip is cracked (I keep thinking of it as a licorice rope for some reason) by THIS ONE I can't resist. I think it's the throw down of the challenge. A sort of, I'm doing it...can you? And now I know I can so how can I say no? Right? As soon I finish this post, the thousand-count sticky notes will be made and stuck to the side of my computer once again.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Each time I finished I removed the sticky, wrote down the time and the word count I stopped on. Here's how it went.
I started around noon. Sticky one came off at 12:52 with 13,616 words.
Sticky three was ripped off at 2:20 with 15,653 words.
I believe there was more coffee and another caramel Kiss (for moi).
After the fourth sticky came off at 3:03 with 16,575 words, I have to admit I was feeling a bit weak and needed something to get me through. I barely had the chance to get a picture of it. But there it is (below) an almost completely devoured chocolate chip, macadamia nut, and coconut cookie. And it worked!
See...no more stickies...no more cookie.
Sticky number five disappeared at 3:52 with 17,636 words. That's 5,141 words. Yipee!
Oh, did it feel good to removed those little, green stickies over and over.
But what really helped was the back and forth I had with Holly all afternoon. We didn't plan to write at the same time, but it ended up that we did. And throughout the afternoon we checked in with each other on our word counts. Somehow, it was a friendly back and forth that kept us both moving ahead.
And now Holly (crazy girl that she is) has suggested we do it again on Thursday!
Cross your fingers for me. I hope you'll check back later to see if I made it!
Let's hear it! "On your mark...get set...GO!" Jolie's fingers flying....
Friday, November 14, 2008
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
It’s not sleeping because it’s the middle of the day.
This is a very nice spot to write. I'm sitting on a cushy window seat, drinking Orange Spice White Tea, while looking out at Puget Sound. Ahhhh!
We just wrapped up the SCBWI Western Washington Fall 2008 Retreat. It was a Weekend on the Water. It was also a weekend in the rain, because, holy raindrops from the sky, did we get dumped on.
The focus of the weekend retreat was voice. You know, that thing that editors say they are looking for, that thing they say they “know when they see.”
So a group of about fifty writers spent the weekend, tucked into the beautiful Alderbrook Resort, playing with voice: trying to define it, discover it, and hone it with the help of Patricia Lee Gauch and Darcy Pattison. A pure treat is what it was!
Some brief highlights follow, in pictures and words:
Yes, that's the rain. But nature also showed off in other ways that I couldn't photograph, like salmon swimming up stream and harbor seals just off shore. Lovely!
Then there was this cool creature:
That's Brook, a resident cat with the most amazing eyes.
In a brief moment of dryness (very brief), Patti and I posed for a picture on our way to lunch. Not many minutes later, our waterfront tent had a small river running through it (no Brad Pitt in this show) as the rain came down in sheets.
Here's an exercise Darcy gave us. While writing, try getting your body in different positions, or a different spot in the room. Use a different instrument; put away your laptop and use a pencil or vice-versa, or how about using different sized paper. There was one attendee who wrote in a spiral (just for five minutes) and she remarked about how it forced her to turn off her internal editor because it was too hard to go back and revise. She could only keep go in and in and in.
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Proof that I did finish the revision.
So, I’m leaving The Vault the other day, heading on my way out to get my kids from school. I walk out a door which is next to a table of four teen girls, probably 14 or 15 years old. It all happened very fast (because I squeezed out ever last second I could in order to increase my NaNo word count). As I’m pushing open the door, practically halfway out, one of them says, “Bye.” As the door closes, I can hear them giggling and I realize that bye was meant for me; a silly, teen girl farewell just for me. I should have realized, because I hear through the closed door (we all know how the teen voice carries), “I can’t believe she doesn’t know you…” followed by a comment about how often she’s there, in that spot, her spot. I really wanted to stop and eavesdrop outside the door, but I did have kids waiting on me, so I chuckled to myself on my way to the car. I LOVE reminders of how teens act in public. To them, that table, that place is theirs (and I should have known).
BACK SCRATCHIN’ WITH A MESSAGE
My kids taught me a cool, new trick last night. They think it’s fun to draw or write words on people's backs (did we do this as kids?). So, as I did my usual bedtime reading, my six-year-old girlie wrote me messages—on my back. This is nice! Like getting your back scratched. Unfortunately, the first message she wrote on me was “the poop.” Okay, that wasn’t very nice, but if you switch the "p" word with the other another four letter word that sort of means the same thing, well…then it’s was a compliment. Right? I made her erase it. Good move on my part, because erasing is great for a tired mama's back, too.
But I have to tell you, her last message was lovely. She wrote, “To Mommy, Peace to the World. Love, S_!” Great message, sweet girl! Great message!
Monday, November 3, 2008
There’s tense excitement swirling in autumn air. The kind that every person experiences during times in their life while waiting for a big event to arrive—graduation, a new baby, a big test, that call from someone who wants to buy the book (had to add that one for all the writers out there), the list goes on and on. The difference? In this moment, our entire country is experiencing the waiting and anticipating together. And the world is watching.
Election Day is upon us, and as citizens of the United States of America, it’s our right and our responsibility to VOTE.
I hope, with every ounce of my Polly-Positive nature, that each and every registered voter—age 18 to 108—will get to the polls and make their choice.
As a writer of young adult novels, I can’t help thinking about new voters, those who turned 18 just in time to register and go to the polls. Are they as excited as they were the day they turned sixteen and could get a driver's license? Will they be as excited as the day they turn twenty-one and can finally consume their first legal drink? I believe, more than ever before, they are.
This is exciting, America!
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