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Writing Marathon

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Yesterday we took our kid writers on a writing marathon, and it was so cool! Well, not literally. It was actually very hot, so we started early, sought shade, and ducked inside to air conditioned spaces a few times. Still, it was a great experience, and the kids came up with some interesting writing.

Our group toured the college campus where we meet, finding interesting spots to write. We looked around, found a spot, and got to work. The locations were used as inspiration, but didn’t dictate the writing. Our campus is pretty much a desert oasis, with scrubby brush, cactus, rocks, Palo Verde and Mesquite trees, and desert flowers. There are also grassy areas, and plenty of small animals. We spied white winged doves, quail, bees, ants, flies, sparrows, moths, butterflies, a hummingbird, and a jackrabbit. They’re always there, but sometimes we forget to look for them.

We found a hidden courtyard outside the library, and in the library a very cool collection of anatomy models. Heads, hearts, lungs, eyeballs, and more were available for us to explore. In summer the library isn’t very busy, and the librarians were happy to see us (and provide a band-aid for a skinned knee).

I’ve had the extreme pleasure of participating in a “real” writing marathon in New Orleans; one that took me around that remarkable city over the course of a few days. I learned that people are generous to writers. They give us space and time and sometimes wine and coffee. They are curious about our process and product. Rarely do we see writers up close, even though to a greater or lesser extent we’re all writers.

Taking these young writers on their first (or in some cases second) marathon was a way for me to share my love of writing and my fascination with our world with these young people. I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.

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These writers are from a previous marathon.


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All About the Story

Imagine you’re 15 and your undocumented immigrant mother has told you that the family is running away, again. You shove everything into a trash bag, and help your little sister do the same. At 3 am you arrive at the Sonoran Court Apartments, your new home. Your neighbor is a shadowy Sudanese immigrant. His ties with the supernatural world are terrifying, and he’s trying to convince you that you’re in danger. This is Daisy’s life.

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ca9f9d3cfbc6b803d582b2b79d50cb19_typingpal-computer-computer-typing-clipart_200-262.jpegI’m sitting in a workshop with Janet Reid, aka The Query Shark. I just have to say, she’s hilarious. This crowd doesn’t seem to completely realize this, but she is.
I’m glad I’m here. I’m glad I’m learning. And I’m glad that the main message, over and over, is, “it’s all about the story.”

So what that means, in short, is I have to get back to the story. Grrr. No, really, I love the story. I do. I just have to finish my revisions. You know, making the story better. The plot chasm I’ve been fretting over has a solution that I’ve been working on, so there’s that.

So now it’s time to get back to it. After the workshop, of course. I can do this, I know I can. Daisy needs me.


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NaNoWriMo Victory!

Yes! I did it. I completed my YA (young adult) novel today. It is just over 50,000 words, according to the verification software on the NaNoWriMo website. On my software it’s closer to 51,000, but hey, what’s a thousand words between friends, right?