Howdy, Campers!
Happy Poetry Friday! My poem and the link to today's host are at the bottom.
Before we begin, I wanted to let you know about our 30-Day Boost Your Productivity Challenge, which starts on Monday, February 1st. Read all about it here....and then join us!
Today I'm kicking off our series, Something I Love About Writing. Our series could also be called These are a Few of My Favorite Things...
So--what is Something I Love About Writing? ...Surprise! It's you guys! People I meet through this blog, classes, conferences, critique groups...the entire Kidlitosphere.
You're my Writerly Peeps. You're one of my favorite things about writing. Here's an example of how you duck tape me together when I'm falling apart...
I am mucking through the thick mud of fear again surrounding my verse novel.
I will finish my book, bundle it up, give it a lunch pail and send it out into the world. Then I will have my coffee and not worry about how it is doing out there. That's none of my business.
A poem about my fear, of course.
This one is so powerful. It really is terrific.
Well done.
I will be at the top cheering for you.
The other night I emailed a picture book to Barbara's group thinking it was pretty good, almost there...and they came back saying,"a mess...not working...unclear...possibilities..." The truly remarkable part of all this is that I could HEAR the rest of the comments. In the past, I would have heard "A mess..." and shut down in fear and shock, taking it as a confirmation that I am [doo-doo].
And here's my poem (first you must sing the Oscar Hammerstein and Richard Rodgers lyrics to Favorite Things)
(Note that the box mentioned in the first verse was actually just delivered by UPS about 30 minutes ago. I got ten copies of New Year at the Pier and a nice note from my publisher saying that it's going OP. It'll stay in print on Kindle, of course, but bye-bye hardcover copies...*sigh*)
by April Halprin Wayland
...with apologies to Hammerstein and Rodgers
Note: you must SING this. Out loud...I'll give you this hint:
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...
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I hear a box landing out on the pavement.
Is it a box full of butterscotch mints?
No—it's my book that's just gone out of print.
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writing a book that I know I will cash in.
Next night my teacher says, "This is a mess."
All of the heads of her workshop shake...yes.
When I feel like [doo-doo]
I simply remember my writerly peeps
And put off the urge...to quit.
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poem and drawing copyright (c) 2016
by April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved.
posted with love and a little too much coffee by April Halprin Wayland