Howdy, Campers ~ and Happy Poetry Friday! (Link to PF is at the end)
Look what I found in the depths of my closet:
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Bobbi wrote a post titled What Comes Next?, Zeena posted Congratulations on 15 years!!! Here's to 15 more!!! Mary Ann posted 15 Years? No!!! Esther posted Happy15th Book and Gift Card Giveaway! and Carmela, our Mother Board Blogger, posted 15th TA Blogiversary and Book and Gift Card Giveaway!
Let me be upfront with you. In my very first post, I wrote, "I learned that in teaching, as in poetry, less is more." So here's the truth: this post is too long and I'm tired because I'm a puppy mom. I'm sure one day I'll get more sleep, but for now, I'm going to honor my tiredness and turn off my laptop without spending hours making it perfect.
Because we all know there is no such thing as perfect.
Over the years...
By the time I wrote my first TeachingAuthors post on May 8, 2009, I'd taught workshops in schools across the globe. But--whoa!--now the head of the UCLA Extension Writers' Program was on the phone, asking me to teach...TALL people?
In that first post, I blogged about how scared I was to teach adults:
"I practiced...by teaching teens at my home. The most important thing I learned from that was not to throw every single solitary thing I’d ever learned at them (those poor overwhelmed kids!)."
Over the years, as a teacher, I have learned to say less (except today on this post...forgive me).
I've also learned to be more authentic. More human. More me.
Here's an example:
This morning, my critique group of incredible, smart writers met. We meet every other Thursday at a deli in mid-town Los Angeles. We order breakfast, talk about our joys, our struggles, our kids and/or animals...and when we've finished eating, we get down to business.
I was feeling weird and less-then last night because I had nothing for them to critique.
It's dang hard to be honest, but today, when it was my turn, I told them that I was not nearly as brave as they are (believe me: they are seriously brave). When my manuscripts are rejected, or an agent asks for a revision, it takes me forever to send my revised story back. I'm timid when it comes to submitting and submitting and submitting. I'm sure my stories will never be good enough.
How did it feel to be that honest with them? Good.
Great, actually. I got support, practical advice and lots of love.
I did bring three picture books published in 2024--I love sharing them and hearing my group's reaction to the work of other authors and illustrators. That was really, really fun. We were all in it
together, asking questions like, Did anyone edit this
book? and Is this poetry or simply lyrical writing? and OMG I love this book!
I left feeling uplifted.
I've learned (am still learning) to trust that "still, small voice within."
Here's what I tell myself...and my students:
>There is no "right way" to write a book, train a dog or live your life.
>Ya gotta be honest. Telling the truth is hard. It's also what reaches a reader.
> Listen to that still, small voice within. (Mary Ann's still, small voice has told her to write the book she must write before she dies. Not mine. Mine says to write the book that plops on my head unexpectedly and drips all over my t-shirt.)
>It's up to you to figure out what your fingerprint is...
...whose advice to take, when to leave a critique group, a conference, an agent (and when to let that manuscript rest for awhile.)
What's your fingerprint?
TeachingAuthors.com turns 2!
by April Halprin Wayland
we aim to help, support and cheer
TeachingAuthors.com turns 4!
Sheaves of paper, leaves of prose
Typing wobbly rocky rows
Planting tender inkling seeds
Sowing words on glowing screens
Underground the spark is struck
Growing with some care and luck
First a shoot, then a sprout
Weeding all the adverbs out
Seedlings reaching toward the sun
Readers, writers we are one
Blooming in the blogisphere
Post by post, year by year
poem © 2013 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved
TeachingAuthors.com turns 1!
BLOG-I-VERSE-A-TREE
by April Halprin Wayland
How does it feel to cross over this creek,
to fly from tree to tree to you?
To find, in the midst of the jungle a few
readers discerning, kind and true?
How does it feel, week after week,
to water a seed, now one year old?
To watch its young, green leaves unfold
as it gives me back a thousand fold?
I feel I’m Bird, just opening her beak,
at the top of a tree, on the first day of Spring,
easily found on Google or Bing,
joining five friends to Tweet, to sing!
© 2010 April Halprin Wayland. All rights reserved
I’ve taught in the UCLA Extension Writers’ Program for 10 years now [Update: this year marks my 25th year of teaching in UCLA's Writers' Program] and this year:
I feel incredibly lucky to be part of TEACHING AUTHORS, and look forward to more of this great adventure of camaraderie and discovery and learning from you.
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