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Instagram Mini-Fics"Why is the sky blue," she asked. "Do you want the scientific answer or the poetic one?" her partner responds. "Both." She smiles. "When you look up, the sun catches your eyes before all other things and scatters the light everywhere, sharing their brilliance for all the world to see." #writersofinstagram #bluesky"Those guides, though," he said, laughing, considering their recent hike through the mountains-nestled remains of Machu Picchu. "Right?" she agreed. "Oh look! This random piece of rock is SUPER important." "I wish we had heard why it was important." He leaned into her, casually, without any real intention. They sat closely and comfortably on the train already, but they'd long ago slipped into an easy physical connection. Close enough to say, "let's go on a big vacation together." "You know what's cool?" he said, "This vacation. I've really loved traveling with you." "Yeah, it's worked out really well." She almost joked about trying out for The Amazing Race, but she didn't want to hear him say that was crazy, that it would break them. She wasn't ready for them to be broken, yet. "My parents used to hike all over the place with me and my brother in backpacks," she said instead. "Can you imagine? Hauling us around everywhere like that?" "That would be amazing," he breathed out. "Really?" she asked, turning to him. "Definitely. We'd have the cutest half-American, half-Dutch babies. We'd show them the world," he smiled, without guile, without expectation, and she knew then, they would never be broken. #eavesdropping #writersofinstagramIt works out. Still, rejection stings. #6wordstory #writersofinstagram“Pops, pops! Do you see that one house with the big yard and the tree in the middle of it?” he asks his dad, his nose pressed up against the glass. His dad chuckles, unable to see much beyond the little head with big ideas that fills the squished in window on the plane. “Yeah,” he pretends, “I see it.” “Ima buy that house when I’m grown, then build a awesome tree house and that’s where Jamar and me are gon’ live.” “You won’t live in the big house?” “Naw. You and moms can live there. And Jamar’s parents. I can fix lots of stuff, but you can fix *everything*.” “How do you know Jamar will want to live there with you?” “Because we tight. And he told me about all the stuff we’re gon’ do with our kids. Teach ‘em stuff. See?” His dad smiles and leans in to share the window space with his son, their cheeks lined up, noses to the glass. “Yeah, I see. That’s a good plan.” #Future #writersofinstagram
Do you know what’s comforting?
To realize that sometimes, when you’re feeling sluggish and unaccomplished one month into a new year, it isn’t unusual. To discover that this is how you feel each and every year at around this time.
I was paging through old posts, knowing that some of what I was going to write about today I’ve touched upon before. And sure enough….
“It’s the third week of January. The year is still NEW and yet already feels like it’s been around forever, amirite?”
“So, January happened.”
I can relate to these memes:
There are a lot of things that made January feel like forever (and often the Minnesota cold is a big one – Polar Vortex anyone?), but finding the motivation to get back into writing was a big one. I tried to do NaNo last year and basically quit not much more than a week in, because I had too many other factors working against me. I gave myself permission to step back.
But man, I “stepped back” for waaayyy too long. I have a really good WIP started and waiting for me. I should be able to jump right back in, right?
Ugh. It isn’t as easy as it sounds. Sometimes I’ve sort of dismissed it when people say they are impressed with me having written entire novels; yet it is this part of the process that I should remember because yep, there’s work involved with writing and yep, pushing through and finishing the novels is a big deal.
And so, I am taking my deep breaths, joyfully saying goodbye to January, and sitting down to Do the Work. I’m going to do the things I know will help me… getting my daily swim in, listening to my music playlist for this project, making time, and I will persevere.
How does January treat you? How do you overcome the obstacle of getting back into your project, be it writing or otherwise?
I like OAR’s recent song, “I Go Through” for various reasons (and it’s on my WIP playlist), but these lyrics speak to me right now:
We go ’round and around it
We go over and under
We go through
If I were one to have a “number of books read” goal, 2018 probably would have been a banner year for me. I read 115 books!
Not like I have to qualify my reading or anything, but to make some people feel better, I read many children’s chapter books, which are 15-30 minute reads, so that helped pad my numbers.
More personally for me than setting a goal for number of books read was who and what I was reading.
Last year, I said this:
“I am most disappointed with my #ownvoices statistics. 20% is a really poor showing, especially from someone who claims to be an advocate. Obviously this doesn’t mean I’m not an advocate, but it really highlights how much further I have to go in putting my money where my mouth is.”
And so, my goal this year was to make a much more conscious effort to increase this percentage.
Here is something that I did: like many big readers, I have a crazy long “To Be Read” list. In fact, I think it was last year that I switched over from using Evernote to One Note and now I have a TBR list in Evernote, a new one in One Note, the ones I marked in Goodreads, the bookmarked booklists in my browser, the favorited tweets, and of course, the random emails and slips of paper. (It’s totally under control.) What I used to do was simply add to my list when I read or heard of a great book and here and there I would reserve from the library one those listed books. This year, however, whenever the book was by an #ownvoices author, I immediately placed it on my holds list at the library (if available) instead of just writing it down.
And while sometimes that put my reading schedule on the crazy side (8 books on hold all coming in at once, anyone?), it also meant I had a continual feed of really great books.
55% of the books I read in 2018 were by #ownvoices authors. Way better than 2017. And still further to go for 2019.
A couple of other miscellaneous stats:
I enjoy this kind of tracking. I think it’s useful to get a true analysis of what and who I am reading. For example, when I say I read widely, am I telling the truth? Or is it just what I like to say to make me sound interesting? Looking at the chart below, sure, 48% of my reading material is contemporary, but the rest is made up of a lot of other things, so yeah, I’m giving myself permission to keep saying I read all kinds of things.
If you’d like to track your reading in the same way I have, here is a copy of my log template, which is adapted from BookRiot’s Rachel Manwill.
And here, also, are a few of my top 2018 recs – in no particular order and not all-inclusive because honestly, I read a ton of really stand-out books this past year:
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe – Benjamin Alire Saénz (YA)
The Girl Who Drank the Moon – Kelly Barnhill (MG) ß especially good in audiobook, btw
The Poet X – Elizabeth Acevedo (YA)
Half a Yellow Sun – Chimamanda Ngozie Adichie (A)
An American Marriage – Tayari Jones (A)
The Great Passage – Shion Miura (A)
Echo – Pam Muñoz Ryan (MG)
The Hating Game – Sally Thorne (A)
The Rosie Project – Graeme Simsion (A)
Alvin Ho: Allergic to Girls, School, and Other Scary Things – Lenore Look (MG)
The Calculating Stars – Mary Robinette Kowal (A)
The Way to Bea – Kate Yeh (MG)
And to start out 2019:
Currently reading (print): Bridge of Clay – Markus Zusak (YA)
Currently reading (audio): How Hard Can It Be? – Allison Pearson (A)
What were some of your top 2018 reads? What should I add immediately?
(Tell the world about the [books we’ve read]…)
I debated holding onto my 2018 One Word Resolution of BELIEVE because, to be frank, or frances, the whole “Believe” thing didn’t go so well last year. I’m not saying 2018 was a bad year; it was actually a pretty great year in many areas. Professionally, personally – there’s a lot I can celebrate. A lot where Believe succeeded.
When it comes down to it, Believe broke down when applied to my journey to publication. Following that dream is NOT for the impatient, the insecure, the self-righteous, or the weak-hearted. And I don’t mean you can be one of those things for awhile and not the others. It feels like you simply can’t be ANY of them at any time at all.
You can see where I struggled. Still struggle.
Where Believe came into play was in my writing. I had to remember that the writing was the important thing. Not the other stuff. The other stuff can’t ever be more than the writing itself.
So I’m now deciding Believe worked. It’s an accomplishment. I started a new writing project and you know what? I definitely believe in it (even if I haven’t worked on it for the past 6 weeks. SHHHHHHHH.) Believe is not finished (just as Invest and Commit have not been abandoned), but I’m ready to move on for 2019.
“Continue in a course of action even in the face of difficulty or with little or no prospect of success.” (New Oxford American Dictionary)
That sort of sounds like stubborn or pig-headed…. But CONNOTATION MATTERS. It does! I swear! Although, who cares – in this case, if it means I keep writing and trying to publish, then connote whatever you like. If it means keeping at the things that propel my professional life, then persistent I shall be. If it means devoting the necessary time and resources for my personal goals, then stubborn, it is.
If it means continual work at the previous years’ one-word resolutions, I will STICK IT OUT.
And you? What is your one word, one phrase, one theme, one whatever for 2019?
Jordin Sparks gets it. She’s telling me yes, keep at it, one step at a time:
One step at a time / There’s no need to rush
It’s like learning to fly / Or falling in love
It’s gonna happen and it’s / Supposed to happen that we
Find the reasons why /One step at a time
You know how you put a bunch of books on hold at the library, and they ALL come in at once? If you think that is overwhelming, imagine this person:
Sound off in the comments your ideas on why that person put so many different books on hold (varying publishing dates, authors, etc). Are they going up to a secluded cabin and want to bring a mini-library with them? Are they feeling the pressure of their Goodreads reading challenge and don’t want to waste time coming back to the library?
A recent reason to smile: an elementary school colleague reminding a 10-year old boy not to run and he converts his run into a skip. One can’t possibly argue with that cheerful response.
A friend shared this post about putting in the practice to achieve creative goals in one of my FB writing groups recently and I love the universal nature of it. He talks about how he spend a year learning guitar and lists some simple steps he took to do it. Here was what he said about his daily practice goal:
I created a simple rule to define my year of guitar playing: I must practice each and ever day for at least one minute.
The one minute rule was meant to make it ridiculously easy for me to find success. There isn’t a single day where I couldn’t justify picking up the guitar and strumming a G chord for 60 seconds. Some days, that is honestly all I did.
Earlier in the year, I realized I was having a hard time doing the “write every day” thing. And even though I don’t think that is any kind of hard and fast rule (do what works for you), I knew I needed something to help me regain some momentum. I read about a “write 100 words for 100 days”. And like the “practice each day for 1 minute”, some days I literally wrote exactly 100 words. But 100 words isn’t that hard overall, and it worked. It got me back into my creative space.
Along those same lines of inspiration: I got to see author Louise Penny speak in Nashville a couple of weeks ago (which also provided an exciting opportunity to meet an online friend from England at the same time- YAY!) and she was great to listen to. So much resonated with me – her age and late start to writing novels, the long road to publication, and along that road she had encountered a major writer’s block. Too much of her brain space had been taken up with the idea of publishing until she had her aha moment: she needed to write that first book for herself. And while I did not have the same kind of block when I wrote my first novel, it flowed from the same feeling: I wrote it for myself. I wrote it for the joy of it. That is what I always go back to when I get mired in the slog of not kicking down the door of publication: write for the personal joy of it.
Currently Reading (print): Unbroken: 13 Stories Starring Disabled Teens – ed. Marieke Nijkamp
Currently Reading (audio): How Hard Can It Be? – Allison Pearson
Song of the Week:
My partner (Andy Rundquist) plays with the Hamline University Jazz Ensemble and has had great fun arranging new songs for them. I enjoy these songs from the concerts because they’re always just a step out of the norm for that group, which makes them that much better. Last night’s arrangement: “Horizon Line” by Red Baraat.
One my favorite wedding stories to tell people is about our gift registry.
A little over 25 years ago, my partner and I argued over whether or not we should create a gift registry. Some of your are already thinking, “duh”. Bear in mind that 25 years ago, this idea was still pretty new. He didn’t like the idea of “telling” people what to get us. I told him that we weren’t doing that; we were helping them with what we need because we were young – fresh out of college and a lot of our invited friends were the same. They had no idea what they should get us. Laundry detergent! Chips! Toilet paper! I mean, yeah, but when you’re 21/22, it’s sometimes difficult to fathom that we might need actual dishes, towels, and small appliances to live on our own, too, without a university all-you-can eat cafeteria on hand.
Plus, I added, it’s not like we have to specify certain brands of things we needed. We need a mixer, but it doesn’t have to be Cuisinart or Kitchen Aid. It can be whatever is on the cheap from K-Mart or Target.
He thought it over, and nodded. “Yeah, okay. That makes sense.”
As soon as the magic scanning gun was in his hands, however, everything changed. THIS, he exclaimed, scanning in the $200 set of salt and pepper shakers that weighed five pounds each. They’re solid and a great color. WE NEED THEM. And this $600 blender. And these $80 placemats. And this $300 eight-slice Krups toaster.
We had to pause and I said, “remember what we just talked about?”
He laughed. “Yeah.”
This story makes me think of the school supply list problem that creeps up every year. My social media timelines get filled with pleas for compassion for teachers and school supplies vs frustrated parents whose blood pressure skyrockets as they try to find All The Items.
Look, I LOVE school and office supplies. A lot. I love brand new, Papermate brand wooden pencils with their soft #2 lead, Pilot brand pens, Sharpies, brightly colored 3M Post-It brand sticky notes, and Mead college-ruled notebooks.
Yes, I prefer Papermate brand pencils over Ticonderogas. I like Sharpie brand permanent markers over any other.
But let’s be honest. Are those brands going to help me teach any better than the other random brands? I sure hope not.
As a kid, I loved when school supply lists came out because it was fun to not only get all the fresh items, but I kind of dug the scavenger hunt nature of it all, too.
As a parent, I came to dread the lists.
I GET that schools don’t/can’t supply all this stuff for students. And I GET IT that in many schools, they have budgets for nothing like this at all, even for teacher supplies and so those teachers are relying on parents to help provide these things.
I have taught in many different schools and districts and have 3 kiddos of my own who have been going through the system and it is like we’ve given the gift registry scanner wand to some of these schools.
CRAYOLA only brand crayons or markers
ELMER’S glue (and not just any kind of Elmer’s, but the DISAPPEARING PURPLE kind)
A gajillion notebooks – one lavendar, one ecru, one cyan, one midnight blue, one eggshell…
+ 20 more line items
You guys. No. Just, stop.
Some of you think I’m exaggerating with what I listed above. And while I made up the fancy colors, I just looked at this year’s supply lists for my kids’ former elementary school and seriously, one grade level literally had a name brand specified for every item. Another grade level had 22 line items. This is a Title I school, y’all.
They’ve gone off the rails.
I recognize that having color-coded notebooks and folders is useful, but when I have to go to three different stores in order to fulfill that request, my smile and love for school and office supplies disappears. Especially when I get to child #3, knowing that over 50% of those notebooks and folders will not even be used.
Youngest Child’s middle school parent organization offers the EduKit, which has all the stuff in a single order delivered to your home. Easy, right?
*pulls out hair*
We are a middle class family. We can afford $99 (x 3). We can even afford the time to go to different stores to get everything if we have to. We can get all the preferred name brands.
But what about the lower-income families? I don’t care how nicely you word it on the list (ie: “preferred”), if Crayola is specified at all, families are going to feel like that’s what they must get or if they don’t (because Crayola is way more expensive than the generic alternatives), kids know it. They may not complain, but they know.
What about the lower-income families or single-parent families who just don’t have the time to find all of these specific items (or the money to dump into the pre-fab kits)?
What about the non-English speaking families who are barely navigating getting their students enrolled and catching the right bus let alone the full sheet, single-spaced list of supplies that is offered in English and Spanish (which is great), but not Hmong? I mean, what does it even mean to get “classic” colors for markers?
As an educator myself, I have fallen under the spell of wanting my students to have certain things. And I have also learned that kids not having dividers for their binders isn’t a learning stoppage.
Sometimes, when I read one of those articles that chastises parents for complaining about the supply lists, I think maybe, just maybe, that parent is someone who is low on sleep, low on energy, low on funds, or just low on emotional resources to handle One More Thing. They know school’s important. They are doing their best.
Maybe we can help them out?
Review our lists. Laugh. Adjust. We’ll do better.
Kudos to this list from a Minneapolis school for keeping the lists short… and for organizing it so that for parents who can do more will find the section on how they can give a little extra.
If you have great examples from schools of pared down, manageable lists, show us in the comments!
And, because yes, school supplies ARE still fun, here’s a little throwback Principal Gerry Brooks video for you on the must-have smarkers:
Several years ago, a small, drive-through only coffee and ice cream cone shop opened in my neighborhood. It was just before drive-through windows were common for places like Starbucks and Caribou. Coffee for the parents and ice cream for the kids (and parents)? Easy drive-through service for both? It seemed like it would have a lot of potential for success.
Unfortunately, it didn’t last very long.
A year or two after it closed, I was out of town with my kiddos and we stopped at a Dairy Queen for lunch. An older couple sat near us and we struck up a conversation. As small world situations would have it, it came out that it was their son-in-law who had opened a coffee shop in my neighborhood.
“Oh! That one across from ––, on the corner, and was drive-through only for coffee and ice cream?”
“Yes, that’s the one,” she replied.
“I was sorry to see it close. It had a lot of potential,” I said.
“My son-in-law had received an inheritance,” she said, her tone not yet quite readable, “and he put it all into that shop. He said he’d always wanted to own his own business.”
If you know me at all, you might anticipate my reaction. “Wow, that’s a total shame that it didn’t work out, but so great that he gave it a go!”
And then I discovered that was the wrong response. WHOOPS.
“All of the inheritance. They have two young children and my daughter stays home with the children. They don’t have very much money.”
But, you know, in for a dime, in for a dollar. I invested. “He has a job now?”
“Yes.” By now she’s not exactly glaring at me, but there’s definitely disapproval.
“That’s good,” I forge right on ahead. “I mean, it’s a scary risk to put so much time and money into an unknown business, but how great to have had the opportunity to follow that dream so early!”
She didn’t, um, agree.
In my defense, I really think the mother was simply feeling protective of her daughter (totally understandable) and I also don’t think they were bordering on being truly poor. Let’s just say we transitioned away from that topic after it clearly wasn’t going the way either of us thought. Heh.
It is being said in a lot of places right now that “follow your dreams” is not really the best advice to give young people anymore and I get what those people are saying. We can’t all be famous or make the most money or get the very best job right out of school. Most will never have that. But I don’t ever want us to ditch the idea altogether. The core of “follow your dreams” can be more like “keep your dreams, but also be pragmatic”, right?
Without our dreams, we lose our hope and our passions. Without our dreams, the whole “growth mindset” movement fizzles out. Without our dreams, we lose innovation, invention, advancement, and great art.
A friend of mine posted the following in our writers’ group this past week:
“Writers, stop what you’re doing and go to Netflix and watch Off Camera, season 3, episode 2 with Ethan Hawke. Even if it’s just the first ten minutes of it. I guarantee you will enter your weekend more confident and more determined to write your book.”
Naturally, I followed her directive. Hawke talks of mixing his acting fame with his first time writing a novel. He faced a lot of criticism and mockery, but you know, he just kept at it. And one of the things he said during the interview was “The attempt is all.” He hadn’t expected to face such ridicule for following a passion – a dream – of writing a novel, but didn’t let it stop him, in spite of it.
I’ve had my fair share of dreams that seem to circle on down the drain. But at age 46, I still hang on to them. I don’t regret any of my choices to do different things that were more practical. Things that fortunately, were still within my wide range of interests, even if I was never The Best at those things. I’ve received rejection after rejection after rejection, and yet, The Dream – the one about being published – still exists. The journey towards that dream is important.
Oldest Child graduated last night, and I think to what is in their future. They have a big music audition in November and their plans for this next year kind of hinges on being successful with that audition. It’s a risk. But it’s also a dream that they can’t – or at least shouldn’t – pass up right now. Should it not pan out… The Dream, perhaps in a slightly different form, should still exist.
Middle Child has taken to heart my advice to him at the beginning of the year: you get out what you put in. This has not always equaled getting what he wanted out of it all, but each ounce of effort has led to growth and effort towards dreams. The Dreams still exist.
When we keep our dreams alive, we look at failure as obstacles, not barriers. Sure, maybe the “follow your dreams” is folly when paired with nothing else. But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t still KEEP our dreams because the journey surrounding those dreams teaches us so much.
The attempt is all. No regrets.
Do you remember “Mr. Holland’s Opus”? I love the duo-reference of the word “opus” and what a great example of keeping a dream and seeing it come to fruition in ways not expected.