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Monday, August 21, 2017

Eclipse - a short story


I was inspired by today's eclipse to write a short story. It's a little dark, pun intended, 
but I hope you like it. 
Disclaimer - I made my own cover with an image off the internet, I did not take that beautiful eclipse picture in the cover below. 
Here is the eclipse picture I took...





And now for my story...


Countdown: Two Days

The days leading up to the eclipse were buzzing with a frantic energy young Millie Pryce couldn’t comprehend. Her parents were only five, younger than Millie is now, when the shadow of darkness last crept through the small town of Stone Creek. According to the newspaper clippings she had found online, the eclipse came and went without much fanfare or interest. In fact, the only article Millie could find about the 1979 eclipse focused on a car that, in the total blackness, veered off the road and landed in the creek. But now, to Millie’s bewilderment, there were two days to go and all the adults in town were acting weird. 
People Millie had known her whole life were suddenly crazier than a cuckoo clock. Take old Mrs. Potts, for example. She had the best garden in town and was well known for winning baking contests. Her apple rhubarb pie was out of this world. However, Mrs. Potts was recently seen at the senior center wearing a foil hat. She claimed it’s to protect her from the UFO that’s going to block out the sun. Then there was Jim Stevens, who was a little odd to begin with, but was now mad as a hatter. He spent his days sitting on the bench outside the library, mumbling to himself. Once Millie had stopped to listen and thought she heard him say, “the darkness will bring the demons.” Millie laughed nervously but continued walking. Crazy nonsense, she thought. 
Millie sat in the car with her cheek pressed against the window, forced to accompany her parents on their latest crazed adventure. A cool breeze blew through the crack making the stifling heat inside the car bearable. Millie’s parents were inside the Shop ’N Save. They thought buying groceries was “too dangerous” for Millie and insisted she wait in the car. Everything had become “too dangerous” since the path of the eclipse had been announced. Stone Creek, population 1,238, was right in the center of that path. But as far as Millie knew, that wasn’t cause for alarm. Yes, they were directly in the path of totality, but it was just an eclipse, which happens about once every eighteen months. She’d googled it. 
She sat there in the car and flicked through her Facebook feed, laughing at each preposterous post. It seems that Millie’s friends were having their own bizarre adventures with their families. Lola’s parents were as paranoid as Millie’s. They’d dragged her on a three hour car ride to pick up her brother a week early from summer camp. “It would be safer for him,” they’d said. Jake spent his afternoon helping his grandmother polish and sharpen all the knives in the house. Callum had the weirdest afternoon of them all. His father made him string barbed wire through the trees along the edge of their property. The strangest part about all of this was that their parents wouldn’t tell them anything. No explanation at all for their unorthodox change in character. 
Finally her parents emerged from the store, weighed down with bags of canned goods and jugs of water. “Apparently my parents think the eclipse will bring famine and drought,” Millie grumbled. 
With a carefully planned eye roll and exasperated sigh, Millie stepped out of the car and opened the trunk.
“The eclipse is only going to last 2 minutes and 37 seconds. You didn’t need to shop for the apocalypse,” Millie said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s scheduled for the spring of 2032,” she added with a smirk. One last blow to show her parents how absurd this all was. 
“Millie, please. Just help us load the car. We don’t have time for this now.”
“Listen to your mother,” Dad chimed in. “When we get home we need to board up the windows and add these extra locks to the doors.” Dad pulled a package of shiny silver chain locks, the kind you’d find in a hotel room, out of the paper shopping bag he was carrying. 
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Millie protested. 
“Nope. This is very serious, honey. But I promise, we will explain everything. When the time is right.” Mom said as she placed the last bag into the trunk.

There’s no sane explanation in the world for this, Millie thought. 

Countdown: One Day

There was a mandatory meeting at the church on Sunday. All residents of Stone Creek were required to attend. Millie arrived early with her parents. Even though they haven’t been acting like themselves lately they still viewed tardiness as a sign of weakness. The church was sectioned off. All children under the age of sixteen were instructed to sit up front while everyone else sat in the back. Babies and toddlers were allowed to stay with their parents. Millie stepped into an empty pew so she could save seats for Lola, Callum, and Jake. Everyone must have been eager to get to the meeting because a steady stream of people flooded through the doors. Millie waved her friends over and they slid into position next to her. 
“What is this all about?” Lola asked, with nervous fervor.
“Who knows? The whole town’s being super secretive.” Callum answered.
“It’s definitely weird.” Jake chimed in. “On the news this morning they showed clips from other towns in the path of totality and they have become tourist destinations! Their streets are flooded with visitors coming to see the eclipse. Everyone’s excited about it.”
“I just don’t get it.” Millie sighed. “It’s a scientifically explained natural event. Why is everyone freaking out?”
Pastor Briscoe stepped to the front of the room and the crowd immediately silenced. “Good morning, everyone,” the Pastor started. His eyes were bright and alive, but there was an edge to them that Millie had not seen before. The expression on Pastor Briscoe’s face remained warm and friendly, but the creases on his forehead and bags under his eyes suggested he had spent the past few nights awake with concern.  “Tomorrow the world around us prepares for one of nature’s most beautiful sights, a total solar eclipse. However here, in Stone Creek, we will not bask in its magnificence.” The smile splayed across the Pastor’s face slowly began to fade. “Here the eclipse signals something more foreboding.”
“Thirty-eight years ago a total solar eclipse passed through our town. We all gathered outside to watch,” the Pastor continued. “The air was abuzz with excitement. Children ran through the streets with sparklers while their parents sipped cocktails on their porches. Businesses shut down for the afternoon so the whole town could watch. It was as if time just stood still. And then it actually did.”
What? Millie couldn’t believe her ears. The madness afflicting this town had spread to the Pastor, one of Stone Creek’s most respected leaders. She glanced at her parents, sitting about a down rows behind her. Their heads were hung low and Millie thought she could see her mother’s shoulders shaking, the way they do when someone cries.
Pastor Briscoe’s voice turned solemn as he carried on. “As the blackness made its way through town, things started to change. Loved ones turned on each other, quarreling over petty issues, becoming violent. Cars stopped working, clocks stopped ticking, and the electricity went out. We were left alone and defenseless. It preyed on the weak first, feasting on the sick and elderly before coming after those who were stronger-willed. You see, the darkness covered more than the sun that day. It fell from the sky and poured into our souls, filling us with thoughts so evil and un-pure they must have come from the devil himself.” 
Millie became suddenly aware that she had been holding her breath and let it out in one incredulous sigh. What the Pastor was saying couldn’t possibly be true. But as she looked around Millie saw the clouded eyes of adults lost in thought, many with a silent tear running down their cheek. Ana Cleary, who was only seven, sat next to her and began to whimper. Millie put her hand on top of hers in reassurance. 
In the front of the church, Pastor Briscoe paused. He took a moment before speaking again, choosing his next words carefully. “The darkness consumed us, lasting for minutes that felt like eternity as chaos ensued. Families were driven to madness and literally tore each other apart. Pets who had been loyal to their owners for years suddenly turned savage. It was only someone with the purest of hearts who could save us.”
Unexpectedly, the voices of the adults joined in with the Pastor:
“A lone light will cut through darkness, 
carving paths for the brave to follow.
The purest heart will light the dark,
bringing back each living soul’s glow.”
The sound of the entire town speaking in unison startled Millie. A chill shuddered down her spine and she was unsure if it was from the sudden noise or their chilling words. 

Countdown: Two Hours, Eleven Minutes

The creek was the lifeblood of the small town of Stone Creek. Rich minerals along its banks provided luscious crops and much needed irrigation and fish in the creek were plentiful. However, on Monday morning when Millie and her friends arrived at their usual spot, the creek had changed. They gathered at the bend in the creek where the grove of trees stood in a near perfect circle. The first thing they noticed was the absence of fish. Usually the creek was teeming with fish this early in the morning. Callum walked up to the bank, bending close to the water with his ear, as if he was listening to gossip from a friend. “Odd,” he proclaimed. “The water doesn’t sound right. It’s not babbling over the stones like it usually does.”
Lola went over to investigate. “You’re right. The creek is silent.”
Silent, Millie thought. Like the whole town has been. Her parents were silent, too, the whole ride home from the church yesterday. No one wanted to speak about the events that unfolded nearly 40 years ago. Millie wasn’t even sure she understood what had happened. After everyone chanted that eerie rhyme, Pastor Briscoe continued his speech, “When the darkness passed, the town of Stone Creek woke up and if not for the loss of lives we would have thought it all a bad dream. We were caught off guard 38 years ago. But this time we are prepared. We know what is coming and we will fight the darkness.” 
At that, people started to collect their kids and quickly ushered them out of the church. Millie’s parents were not in a rush so she took the opportunity to go ask Pastor Briscoe a few questions. 
Pastor Briscoe had turned his back on the congregation and was almost to his office when Millie caught up to him. “Excuse me, Pastor?” Millie called out timidly. 
He turned on his heels, “Ah, Millie dear, how can I help you?”
“I just have a few questions, sir,” Millie took a deep breath, hoping it would help her drum up the courage she needed. “What exactly happened in 1979? In the darkness? You said that someone with a ‘pure heart will light up the dark’. What does that mean?”
“Perhaps these questions would be better suited for your parents, dear.”
“But I just want to know what happened!” Millie couldn’t help but raise her voice. She was tired of no one telling her what was a going on. She was 16 years old and hated being treated like a baby.
“Millie we are not trying to hide anything from you. We just want to protect you. You have no idea what this darkness is capable of. It will reach deep into your soul, prey on your darkest thoughts, and turn them into reality.” Pastor Briscoe became more and more agitated with each word, practically spitting out the last one. “I saw a man rip apart his entire family, limb by limb, because he was convinced it was the right thing to do. I saw a woman eaten alive by her own cats. And I watched the Culver family, as their little girl, driven to madness, ripped out every hair on their heads.”
Without realizing it, Pastor Briscoe’s voice had become loud enough for the remaining townsfolk to hear. A woman stood nearby, covering her young daughter’s ears as she cried into her shoulder. Millie’s parents charged over, their faces both red with rage and ashen with fear at the same time. 
Her mom spoke first, “I’m so sorry Pastor. I’m sure Millie didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s all right, Persephone. Just get her home and keep her safe.”
A flock of birds lifted off the bank, squawking as they did so, pulling Millie from her thoughts and bringing her attention back to her friends. Jake was taking something out of his backpack. It looked like an old newspaper clipping but it was very small with edges torn at extreme angles. “I found this in my grandmother’s basement. Dad had me looking down there for more barbed wire… Anyway, its from the Stone Creek newspaper a week after the 1979 eclipse.”
“What does it say?”
Jake read, “Solar Eclipse Triggers Mass Hysteria. For unknown reasons, last week’s solar eclipse caused moments of temporary insanity in the people of Stone Creek. People in town reported being overcome with feelings of rage and immense despair. The population of this normally peaceful town was cut in half due to…” His voice trailed off. 
“Keep going.” Lola pressed.
“That’s all she wrote,”Jake said. “The rest of the article is missing.”
“Something bad happened here,” Millie exclaimed. “And I don’t know if I believe the eclipse is to blame, but I do know that I don’t want to be here to find out. I say we get out of town as fast as possible.”
The others nodded their heads in agreement. Callum’s eyes grew bright. “I just got my license last week!”
“Congrats, bro, but I don’t see how that’s going to help.” Jake added sarcastically.
“I can borrow my mom’s van and we can get out of here. We’ll drive as fast as we can and keep going till the eclipse is over.” 
Millie and Lola nodded in unison. It was a good a plan as any and since no one had any other plans, this would have to do. The group parted ways, going back to their houses to grab a few things, snacks, flashlights, extra batteries, and maps, before they hit the road. They all agreed to meet back here, at the Bend, at 10:45 . That would give them a little over an hour to get out of town before the moon began to shadow the sun.

Eclipse: 11:52am

Her parents were furious by the time Millie got back to the house. They demanded to know where she had been and couldn’t believe she had left the house so close to the eclipse. Millie tried to explain but her parents were in no mood to listen. And she had to hurry if she was going to make it back to the Bend in time. The walk home had taken longer than usual since she was trying to avoid the curious eyes of neighbors. Everyone was holed up in their houses waiting for the “eclipse of doom” to arrive and someone strolling down the street would have certainly drawn attention.
“I can’t believe you left the house at such a dangerous time!” her mother shouted. 
“I just went for a walk to the Bend like I’ve done hundreds of times before.” She left out the part about meeting up with her friends and concocting a plan to get out of town. Millie didn’t know why she was lying. It just came so easily. And even though she now knew the reason behind their strange behavior, she still felt that they were holding something back from her. If they can have secrets then maybe I should too, Millie thought.  
“The eclipse will be starting soon,” Dad said. “And arguing won’t help. We need to work together if we are going to have any chance of surviving.”
“Your father is right. Now, help him with these boards. We need to close up the windows while we still have time.” Millie could tell by the tone of her mother’s voice that this was not up for debate. So, she reluctantly picked up the nearest board and followed her father into the living room. Board by board, nail by nail, Millie helped her father seal the house while the minutes on the clock ticked away. She needed to leave now if she was going to make it back to the Bend. Millie’s phone vibrated in her pocket as she received yet another text, no doubt from Lola, alerting her to this.
“Dad, it looks like we are going to need more boards. I can run out the shed and grab some for you.” If Millie could get out of the house and away from her parents’ watchful eyes, perhaps she could sneak off to the Bend.
“No, that’s ok, kiddo,” Dad said as he wiped sweat off his brow. “Mom’s going to get them. You need to stay in here where it is safe.”
“It seems to me we would be safer in another town!” Millie spat.
“Look, I know that this is hard to understand. But it is the way it has to be.” Dad stopped and placed a hand on Millie’s shoulder. “Everything will be ok. We’ve prepared this time.”
“Prepared for what!” Millie couldn’t hold back any longer. “You guys aren’t telling us anything! Are we really supposed to believe that some evil darkness is going to descend upon us during a common scientific event?”
“Millie,” her mother entered the room leisurely, carrying a board in one hand and tools from the shed in the other. Among those tools was a hammer that she tightened her grip on as she approached Millie. “Why don’t you go lie down upstairs. This seems to be much, too much for you to handle.”
Millie backed away slowly. She had never seen such a dark look in her mother’s eyes before. They looked bloodshot, but instead of being crisscrossed in lines of red, they were black as night. Even Millie’s father seemed taken aback.
“The time!” Dad screamed, realizing a minute too late that they had not been paying attention to the clock. Sure enough the partial eclipse was underway. Darkness had begun to creep in. It started slow and continued to grow, casting a black scar that stretched across town. You could feel it in their air, things had started to change. 
Millie peeked through the boards she helped her father nail into place over the window. Through the narrow slit she could see the house across the street, an edge of blackness caressing it’s front porch. It won’t be long before it swallows the house whole, Millie thought. She watched helplessly as the light slowly receded from both the world outside and her mother’s eyes.

Darkness: 1:21pm

Total darkness. 
Millie had researched total solar eclipses online, all the kids had once they learned Stone Creek was going to fall in the path of totality, but nothing could have prepared her for this. It was an eclipse unlike anything she was expecting. The air felt thick and velvety against Millie’s skin. Everything she’d heard about other senses becoming heightened when one was taken away was a lie. She could not see her hand in front of her face. She also couldn’t hear her father’s voice next to her, or even feel the floor beneath her feet. The darkness had permeated her senses, making her numb to the world around her, and left her defenseless. Millie felt herself slipping, as though her body was sinking into the floor. Her thoughts drifted to the rhyme. 
“A lone light will cut through darkness, 
carving a path for the brave to follow…” 
What the hell does that mean, Millie wondered. But she didn’t have much time to think. While the darkness dulled Millie’s senses it seemed to enhance her mother’s. Millie’s vision was reduced to nothing more than shapes in the dark and she could see one coming towards her. The shape spoke as it neared. 
“We just want to protect you, Millie,” Mom said “We want to keep you safe from the darkness.”
With a sickening thud, her mother brought the hammer down straight on top of Millie’s head. Blinding pain radiated across her skull and, despite the darkness, bright lights flashed before her eyes. Millie fell into a heap on the floor and shielded herself with her arms as her mother rained down blow after blow. She called out to her father who stood as still as a statue in the center of the room. “Please, help me!”
The sound of Millie’s voice snapped her father to attention and he tackled her mother in one swift movement. They tumbled to the ground, each struggling to gain purchase on the handle of the hammer. Millie’s vision slowly returned as her eyes adjusted to the dark and she could see her parents wrestling on the floor. She began to inch away from them but the floorboards creaked beneath her and their heads snapped in Millie’s direction. Her parents eyes were a black abyss that took her breath away as she looked into them. It was at that moment that things started to make sense. Her parents were prisoners, consumed by a wickedness Millie could never defeat. A wickedness that would consume Millie as well either at the hands of her parents or the mercy of the darkness. Tears flowed freely from Millie’s eyes. She understood the rhyme. 
“A lone light will cut through darkness, 
carving paths for the brave to follow.
The purest heart will light the dark,
bringing back each living soul’s glow.”
There is no heart more pure than one that sacrifices itself to protect the ones it loves. Millie fumbled around in her father’s toolbox for his lighter and dragged her ragged body towards the gas stove. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “It’s the only way to free you, to free us. I must bring light into the darkness.” She turned the knobs of the stove on high, letting the room gradually fill with gas. Her parents scurried towards her with murderous rage, but it was too soon to flick the lighter. Millie needed more time. She grabbed one of the boards off the floor and stood. With all her might she swung it out in front of her, knocking her parents over and into the next room. In the few moments it took them to recover the level of gas in the air had reached saturation. “I love you,” Millie whispered through her tears as she ignited the gas that surrounded her.

Light: 2:47pm

Little Ana Cleary blinked as she stepped out into the sun. The light was blinding after what felt like a lifetime in the dark. Tentatively, she walked out into the street, towards the blaze that had shone through darkness and pushed the shadows away. Ana was the only one to emerge from her house, her dress stained with blood and dirt, eyes searching for survivors in every direction. Two teenagers were coming up the street. Their appearances as disheveled as Ana’s, but their expressions were blank. One teenager, a boy, threw his hands into the air hopelessly ferreting around for what to do next. Ana started to move towards them, but paused briefly in front of the flaming house. She knew what needed to be done for the darkness had told her. When it poured its way inside Ana the darkness liked what it had found. It clung to her insides like oil, coating her soul in an inky blackness. The purest heart did light up the dark, Ana chuckled to herself as she grabbed a flaming branch off a tree in Millie’s front yard. But my heart’s pure too, and now I am going to make everyone’s soul glow…



Friday, March 10, 2017

Back in the saddle again!

Writing while working a full time job and being a mommy of three is tough. Very tough. But, tonight a sudden burst of inspiration has kicked in (with a little help from several cups of vanilla chai tea) and I think I've finally nailed the rewrite of the beginning! There is still some tweaking to do, but I finally feel that I am on the right track.


And to keep me on track I've found this nifty website to plan my daily writing. Since I've been working on the same piece for the last year I'm starting off at 21% instead of 0. Feeling like a winner already ;-)


Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Currently December

Apparently the only time I blog anymore is for Farely's Currently... (blogger fail)


The life of a working teacher/mother/wife/aspiring writer is busy, so blogging has taken a backseat. However I do have something exciting to share...

My 6th graders complete NaNoWriMo this week and were all WINNERS!


NaNoWriMo = National Novel Writing Month, which takes place every November.

My students met their lofty word count goals and have completed rough drafts of their first novels! Now begins the long tedious process of editing and revising as we get our novels ready for printing in January. Fast Pencil (a sponsor of NaNoWriMo) is professionally printing paperback novels for students who met their word count goal! My students can't wait to see their stories in print!

And, just to brag a little, I've peeked at their writing... It's pretty darn good!

Check out this passage:
Autumn couldn’t distinguish how long it was before she had woken up. Thinking she should just sit and wait for death to come, but then she realized Summer was still in danger. Trying to crawl out of the car she sees Adrianna lying there. DEAD.
“ADRIANNA NO YOU ARE NOT DYING TODAY.”  Autumn yells, holding Adrianna in her arms, now covered in her best friend’s blood. She places her face against her chest, crying, hoping her tears would bring her back to life just like in the movies. After a few more minutes Autumn crawls out of the car and whispers “Goodbye Adrianna.” With tears still dripping down her face, Autumn starts to run as fast as her injured leg will allow.

And this one:
You know that feeling when someone’s watching you, studying your movement and your breathing? Well, I’m feeling that right now, and I’m not appreciating it waking me up at one o’clock in the morning. Now I’m wide awake and there is no way I’m falling back asleep without doing a little investigating first. On my way out my bedroom door, I see them. Green, glowing eyes right there across the room.
I took part in NaNoWriMo with my students too! Here's something from my work in progress:

The sound of trees rustling in the breeze drifts through my window. It’s as if the trees are whispering secrets to be carried on by the wind. The way school children play telephone. Each tree changes the secret slightly, adding the arrangement of their leaves and branches to the cacophony of nighttime sounds. Their secret ends with me, drifting into my window, gently tickling my ear, and lulling me to sleep. Their soft breath wraps around me like a blanket and carries me into morning.
I am so glad that I decided to embark on this journey with my students. I was hesitant to at first, convinced that writing nonstop for a month would create anarchy in my classroom and start the Great Language Arts Rebellion of 2015.

However, I read this book over the summer Teach Like a Pirate, by Dave Burgess. In it he said that teachers need to be passionate. Burgess wrote "It doesn't matter what subject you teach. You can become totally engaging to your audience if they can feel your passion and love for what you are doing. You will draw students in as if by some magnetic force." By participating in NaNoWriMo along with my students I let them be a part of something that I am very passionate about. They mirrored my enthusiasm for writing and were eager to start typing each day.

Every Friday during NaNoWriMo we had "Proud Paragraph Parties" where students shared their favorite paragraph they had written during the week. I shared what I was working on as well and in doing so I became one of them. We were equals, all working and collaborating together. It was such a rewarding experience!

Happy Holidays Everyone!

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Currently November

I can't believe it's November already!! Time to link up with Farley for this month's currently:


Fall is my FAVORITE season of all time! I love the colors, the smells, and snuggling up with loved ones on cool autumn nights. However this fall I have a whole new reason to be excited... NaNoWriMo (aka - National Novel Writing Month)!!

I stumbled across this over the summer as I embarked on my own writing adventure. Essentially it is the idea that if you write 1,666 words per day for the month of November you will have a 50,000 word novel at the end of the month. Sounds like a neat idea, but requires a whole lot of commitment and self-discipline!

My 6th grade Language Arts class got excited about a journal prompt one day and asked if they could turn it into a longer writing piece (most asked to write novels!) So I went to the NaNoWriMo site and found that they have a whole Young Writers Program!

They have a whole curriculum with lesson plans and FREE workbooks for all grade levels (elementary, middle, and high school). I printed them out and bound them for my class and they were super excited. Here's the final product:


The best part, the whole workbook is written in language a middle schooler would use! My reluctant-to-do-anything 6th graders devoured this and actually read ahead!!


I also scored a NaNoWriMo classroom kit! It included a poster for tracking progress, stickers, buttons, and a deck of writers block cards:


I am so excited to begin writing with them tomorrow!! We've been working on the prep activities in the workbook and they have some pretty creative and unique story ideas. I've reserved the laptop cart for the whole month so we can write every day! My plan is to try a flipped classroom strategy where students watch video lessons at home for homework and then complete the actual work in class. Nothing but writing for our whole 45 minute block!!

If this sounds like something your students might be interested in, head on over to NaNoWriMo's Young Writers Program.

Don't forget to head back to Farley's page for more great Currently posts!


Tuesday, October 13, 2015

NaNoWriMo :)

I had a breakthrough last Friday with my 6th grade Language Arts class!

They loved Friday's journal prompt so much that they asked if they could turn them into short stories or novels. I had planned to have students choose a journal entry to develop into a larger writing piece later on in the school year. However, their enthusiasm convinced me to embark on the adventure now!

The biggest question was how to structure novel writing for my 6th grade students whom I only see for 45 minutes a day?

During the launch of my own novel writing adventure this summer, I discovered NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). It's a great website designed to get you writing and keep you motivated. I remembered that November is NaNoWriMo (the timing couldn't be more perfect)! I checked out their site and found that they have a Young Writers Program geared towards educators and classrooms.

Best of all... they have FREE workbooks you can download for your students! Click on the logo to the right to visit their site and check out their free resources for educators. I will be binding workbooks together for my students tomorrow morning :)

I used NaNoWriMo's middle school workbook to plan out the remaining weeks till writing begins in November. The workbook includes everything students will need to plan their stories, including content vocabulary definitions. I'm going to try to FLIP my classroom, having students complete the lessons and do most of the reading at home so we can focus on writing in the classroom. Here's my rough outline:

Check out NaNoWriMo's free notebooks {HERE}. They have one for elementary, middle, and secondary grade levels! It is an amazing resource. I can't believe it's FREE!!


I can't wait to set out on this adventure with my class! I think we are going to learn a lot from each other! I will post updates along the way :)


Thursday, July 16, 2015

Writing Update... My favorite character

Writing a novel is tough. I feel like one of my students; complaining that I have all these ideas in my head but can't seem to get them out onto the "digital" page.

I'm moving along and making progress:

8767 / 80000 words. 11% done!

But it is slow going with three active boys running around. I thought summer vacation was supposed to be relaxing!

I just finished writing a new scene and I'm loving the way a secondary character is coming to life!

“I’m a coming! Be right with you.” came a low, gravely voice from the back of the store. His hair entered the room before he did; like a dandelion circling his head, jet-black except for a small white streak slightly off center. “What can I do you for today?”

The gruffness of the man’s voice did not match his friendly face. Two shining eyes made contact with me from behind his glasses. He gasped as if in recognition and his feet faltered slightly as he stepped out from behind the counter. I quickly looked at the agents around me to confirm what I had just seen, but they were too busy taking in the shoddy state of the shop. Their mouths hung open in an obvious sign of disgust.

“Wh-Why hello agents.” The man said, his eyes finally registering the presence of the three agents in the room.

There was something familiar about this man. I had never been to see a Tech Mechanic before, and I am sure that I had never seen this man before either hair like his was something one would take notice of. 

“So how can I help you today?” the man asked, looking from the agents back to me. I continued to study his face to see if it would trigger any sense of remembrance. There were small lines in the dark skin around his eyes, evidence that this man smiled often. His hands looked weathered and worn after a life of hard work. Eyebrows like woolly caterpillars crept along the thick frames of his glasses. He wore a dark blue work shirt with the name Abbit sewn neatly onto a patch on the left pocket. The man’s look was unique and worthy of remembering yet I still had no memory to attach to him. 
I just couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow I knew him.
I have this great mental image of Abbit and he has such an important role in the story. He's not the protagonist, but he is one of my favorites!

Your thoughts? Is Abbit a character you would like to know more about? 


Monday, July 6, 2015

My first page - a work in progress...

I woke up with butterflies in my stomach this morning!

In my quest to make this the "summer of writing", I sent the first page of the novel I am working on to published author Dianne K. Salerni (She's the amazing author of the middle grades Eighth Day series). I stumbled across Dianne's blog last week and submitted my first page to her "First Impressions" posts. She posts an unpublished author's first page on her blog, offering up her valuable wisdom and expertise to help the writer make it the best opening page it can be.

So, this morning my first page went up on her blog (cue queasy stomach)! I knew it was far from perfect and I'm so grateful to get feedback from published authors and Dianne's fans. I've got some issues with tense to fix and a little plot editing to do, but nothing I can't handle.

I want to thank Dianne and the other authors on her team (Krystalyn and Marcy) for providing the opportunity for me to grow as a writer.

Stop by her blog to check it out and let me know what you think!

I've read the Eight Day (loved it!) and now I'm on Inquisitor's Mark!

Progress update... : )

6172 / 80000 words. 8% done!

Thanks for your continued support!

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Currently July... Working on a Dream

July is here which means that it is time to link up again with Farley for her amazing Currently Party!


I've decided that this summer I will start working on a dream that has been nagging in the back of my mind for a long time now... I'm going to write a novel. YIKES!
I've always enjoyed writing and telling stories. There are tons of ideas floating around in my head, just never enough time to put them down on paper.
But this summer there are no more excuses! I am making sure I set aside time to write.

I'm off to a decent start...

4487 / 80000 words. 6% done!

I've joined in on this 1,000 words per day challenge. Hope I can keep up! Check out my new {WRITING} page for weekly updates.

The hard part comes next... sharing my writing with others. So here goes nothing! This is the paragraph I just wrote (literally 5 minutes ago):

Gram handed me the bacon and toast, neatly wrapped in a pocket of white linen. My breath caught in the back of my throat as I realized that I’d seen this cloth before. My fingers instinctively traced the edge of the fabric till they found the small embroidery along the edge. Feeling each stitch, afraid that I might miss one, I let the name “Grace Elizabeth Maple” pass slowly underneath my fingertips. “My little GEM” Dad had always called her. The pain their absence caused was boundless, but just holding this handkerchief in my hands brought back warm memories and the strength to continue on. 
Once I have more I'll be looking for some readers. Any takers?!

Happy July :)