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Well, it’s been awhile. This summer has been crazy busy, but also deliciously unscheduled for the most part. I’ve spent my warm Illinois summer days furiously typing away at book two in the romance series I’m writing and just finished it a few days ago. Before diving into revisions of book one and two, or even working on the upcoming school year, I have a bit more writing to do. I owe our indie bookstore owner a blog post for something fun in August and I need to write a post to run on my blog for the same day. 

While I sat down to write those posts, I got distracted, as usual. I’ve been rereading a book series over the past few days in anticipation of the release of the sixth and final book on July 24th. When I began reading book one, I found myself taking screenshots of pages to send my friend, Karen, who was going to reread them as well. I hadn’t remembered just how funny this series is. In case you are in the mood for a laugh out loud romance series set around a family living in small-town West Virginia, let me introduce you to Bootleg Springs.

This series is unlike anything I can remember that I’ve read. It is written by two of my favorite authors, Lucy Score and Claire Kingsley. They take turns, alternating books, which is a concept I'm absolutely going to talk to my students about in the fall. I think that would be a fun way for them to write with a friend. Sometimes they try to write in the same document at the same time, which just ends up being a mess.

In Bootleg Springs book one, Whiskey Chaser, we are introduced to Scarlett Bodine. Scarlett is the one girl in a crew of Bodine brothers. She is tough, no-nonsense, loyal, and hilarious. Scarlett’s world takes a new path when Devlin moves into his grandmother’s house next door. He’s hiding out from a bit of a political mess he’s found himself in as a State Senator.

What follows is a story filled with humor, quirky characters, everything good and bad that comes with small towns, and some steamy scenes. And that’s just the first book. In the next four (so far), I’ve fallen more and more in love with the Bodine family and their little town of Bootleg Springs. 
The other thing about this series that I’m fascinated by is that it doesn’t unfold like the majority of contemporary romance series. Like most series that I read, each book has another couple at the forefront, the other characters still in the background so that you don’t really let them go. Unlike anything else I read, there is another storyline that is told over the course of the series. 

Callie Kendall was a teen that visited Bootleg Springs in the summer with her family. Twelve years before the series begins, she turns up missing, never to be found again. Through the course of the first five books, more information comes to light about the circumstances around her disappearance. 

In just a few days with the release of Highball Rush we will finally know what happened to Callie and I cannot wait. I have so many theories of what happened to Callie, of what will happen in book six to Gibson, I wish I could speed up summer just for a moment. Then, of course, it needs to slow back down. Check out Bootleg Springs if you’re in the market for a fabulous read. Let me know what you think and regardless of what you pick up, happy reading. 

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Today is my twenty-sixth day of summer. Seems unreal that we've already been out of school for that long. For half of the time I've been out of school, my family has been traveling around Colorado. My oldest is still there training for Cross Country at an altitude that you can't come by in Illinois. My youngest has just headed with my mom to visit my sister and her family. Chris and I are home with the pups now. It is quiet. 

This morning as I ran one dog, then the other, my brain turned automatically to the next school year. Not that I want to rush it, please understand. There are forty-eight glorious days of summer ahead of me until my first inservice day and I plan on soaking up every last one of them. But it is during the summers that I plan and think of what I'd like to change for the following year. It's the only time I actually have the time to do that work, to mull it over without having to implement something right away. I can let ideas marinate before trying them out in the frantic pace, at times, of the school year. 

One thing I've been thinking about this summer is from the end-of-the-year reflections my students filled out just a few weeks ago. In regard to writing, their fiction pieces constantly rank as some of their favorite writing. When asked what they'd like different in our class, time and time again it came down to "more time to write fiction" and/or "longer to write my fiction stories." 

Sitting down today in a coffee shop to work on my own fiction story, I feel like a bit of a hypocrite. This one began on January 21st and I'm only halfway done. Some days I type furiously, words stacking upon each other and bringing me a total that makes me smile. Other days I surf Pinterest, looking for what I know in my heart the main character's house looks like, but I need a visual. Still other days I spend creating a timeline for the story. 

This is often not the way my students get to write fiction. 

We are tied to timelines, units, and quarters. At the end of the year I wondered how I could make it more authentic.

Since I'm in this new writing adventure, I now belong to Romance Writers of America, or RWA. RWA sends out a monthly journal called Romance Writers Report with articles from other romance writers and I was reading the June edition the other day. In it an author named Amanda Renee has an article called Story Bibles and Style Sheets. As I read the article, I was amazed. What Amanda terms her "story bible" is what I had created in Google Sheets to keep track of my books. As I read what Amanda uses her story bible and style sheet for, and I reflected on my own Google Sheet, I wondered why I hadn't shown this to my students. 

Real quick, in case you want to try a "story bible", mine looks like this. I have a Google Sheet document for my series with the following tabs:

  • Characters: The first tab is for the main characters of each book. Going across the columns I have their name, nicknames, age (birthday), pets, family, occupation, hair, eyes, height/weight, vehicles, styles, hobbies, slang, etc. 
  • Timeline: Second tab is the timeline for the story. For me, since it's a series, I have the timeline for the series and how it overlaps. I use an actual calendar for my books, so it says, "Chapter 1, Book 2 - April 15th" then a quick few lines about what the chapter is about. 
  • Setting: I have a tab with setting notes. Any locations in the book are detailed with description here.
  • Food notes: I mentioned a lot of food in my book. If/when I publish it, I'd either link to the recipes I mentioned on my website or share the recipes. I keep track of the meals here.
  • Media mentioned: I talk about a lot of songs, books, etc. I have a tab where I keep track of that. 
  • Threads to resolve: Things I need to tie up I list here. 
  • Ideas: I'm often flooded with ideas for future books or for later in my story. I make a note of it on this tab so I won't forget it, but can come back to it later. 
So, what am I thinking this means for my students in the future? I need some more walks/runs to solidify my idea, but right now I'm toying with the idea of an open-ended fiction assignment. I'm thinking at the start of the year I could show them how to create a story bible in Google Sheets. That maybe we have monthly "goals" like August, get an idea and set up your story bible. And have an expectation that they're writing every month, but nothing needs to be "finished" in a matter of weeks. Right now I can't decide if I'd want them to give me a finished piece during the school year, or just be able to show me their writing progress each quarter as a fiction writing grade. Meaning, I could sit with them towards the end of the quarter and we could have a conference where they share what worked for them that month in writing fiction, what didn't. 

That's where I'm beginning. I'm thinking of opening my room at lunch and maybe before school a few days a week for extra writing time. I'm thinking of quick lessons I could share that have helped me. But mostly, I'm trying to dream up ways to get time for kids to write stories they love for themselves. If you've done anything like this with your students, or if you have any suggestions, please share! I can't wait to think more about this in the coming weeks. 
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Today's post is about writing to reflect. Today on my fifth day of summer, I'm thinking back to my last days with my seventh graders this school year. My friend Colby isn't out yet for summer. I just saw a post from him somewhere on social media yesterday that his class looked the same during the school year as it did at the end of the school year. That really resonated with me.

My students in seventh grade know how school works. They wisely asked during the days leading up to the end of the school year when our grades were due. I was honest and said they were due Wednesday by noon. Our last day would be Friday. Someone smiled in first hour and asked if we'd be watching movies that entire last week then. I looked at them and smiled while the rest of the class laughed, including the kid that asked. Nope. We had days left together and I would be filling them up right until the end.

Last week wrapped up my 23rd year in education. In teaching kids from preschool through seventh grade I've figured a few things out. The more I stray from our typical schedule, the more poor behavior choices increase. The more I close down the classroom, the more the kids close down as well. As a result, I tend to teach right up until the end. Not with time fillers, but with lots of reflection. With the stuff we've done all year - time to read, time to write, time to share. 

We also have time to reflect. I asked each student to fill out a reflection of our class and our year. I break down the components of our workshop and ask them to tell me what they liked and disliked about all of it. I ask how they grew as readers, as writers. I ask what I could have done to make the year better for them? I ask how they felt about coming to our room each day.

Sometimes their reflection is hard to take. However, when that's the case, I feel good that I have set up a situation where they feel like they can be honest with me. These forms aren't anonymous, but the kids are still truthful. Sometimes their reflection guts me. Like the note on the bottom of one from a kid who was far from easy, who I wondered if I connected with, and who wrote me a note so honest and heartfelt that I sat in my classroom and cried. I'm so grateful that I had the chance to teach him, to teach them all.

And that was what our last four days were filled with - Padlets to share our reading lives with each other, with you, and with my students next year. Reflection on the class, on ourselves. And all too soon, our last day was there. As I set the time for the last time of independent reading a kid shouted out that I was making him sad, I should say it was our last time. When we sat down to watch the amazing short documentary on Jason Reynolds (check it out HERE), kids laughed that I had two "Jasons" in my life - Jason Momoa and Reynolds, that maybe Chris would be jealous. Grinning, I told them that it was time to write. In each class heads bent over notebooks, over Chromebooks, and fingers flew. I sat in front of my empty notebook and filled the page, grateful for this job I get to have and certain that I wouldn't want to waste any bit of it at the end of the year.

In case you're interested, I've shared our Padlets for the last week below. The first one is the kids' Top Ten books of the year. The second is their Padlet about how much they read and what their favorite book was. Enjoy!



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In June of 2009 I attended a professional development session in my district. The presenters were talking about Twitter and how important it was for their teaching life. At the time all I knew about Twitter was that Ashton Kutcher had challenged either Larry King or CNN to see who would have more followers first. It didn’t seem like it was for me. These teachers, who I respected, went on about how important it was, so I joined.

I began poking around, finding other educators to follow, and that brought me to Kate Messner. Kate was teaching seventh grade and I loved what she was sharing from her classroom. After connecting a few times on Twitter, I remember reading a tweet that Kate was publishing a book, The Brilliant Fall of Gianna Z. Just a few months later in the fall, I went to my local bookstore and Kate’s book was on display. I tweeted it to her, so excited, and she said it was the first time she had seen her book “in the wild.” I was beyond thrilled for someone in my profession to be following her dream. I loved the book and we developed our family reading night around in that fall with Kate Skyping in. It was magical.

Over the years I’ve met Kate several times, had her Skype with my class more times than I remember, and seen her present all over the country. I’m thrilled to welcome her to my blog so she can share her writing life with us all. Welcome, Kate!


Talk to me about your writing life - what does it look like?

I tend to do my brainstorming, scribbling, and planning in a notebook (or on big sheets of paper, with colored pens) and then when it comes to actual drafting, I switch to my laptop and Scrivener software. I always do some kind of outline, but what it looks like depends on what the story needs. Sometimes it’s a traditional sort of outline, sometimes it’s more of an idea map or story web, and sometimes it’s something else entirely.

When I’m not traveling for school visits or research, I try to keep a pretty regular writing schedule. On a typical day, I get up at 6 or 7 and answer emails and do other work until my daughter leaves for school at 8. I write from 8-11:30 or so and then take a break to go to the gym until about 1 or 1:30. When I get home, I have lunch and visit with my husband for a while, and then I’ll get back to writing by 2:30 or 3 and write until it’s time to make dinner at 6 or so. The rest of the night is family time, and then I get up and start over.

Where do you get your inspiration?

Everywhere - and that’s why I’d be so lost without my writer’s notebook. I’m always collecting things - character traits, setting details, little bits of dialogue.

What was your journey into writing?

I absolutely loved writing as a kid, but I didn’t realize that being an author was an actual job you could choose. I grew up in a really small town, and no one I knew wrote books for a job. We never had an author visit our school, and we didn’t have Skype back then, so being an author just wasn’t on my radar as a possibility. I went to college for journalism and spent seven years as a TV news reporter before going back to get my teaching degree, and then I spent a wonderful fifteen years teaching 7th grade English. That’s when I really rediscovered how much I loved writing stories, when I was writing alongside my students, and my first six books were published while I was a full-time teacher.

Were you a writer in middle school? A reader?

I was both - and I went through phases in both reading and writing. For a while, I only wanted to read sad books, and then only poetry, and then only nature books. And I went through similar stages with my writing, so I got to experiment a lot. I still do that, really, which is one of the things I love most about my job. I can write about whatever I choose, and I never get bored.

What was your publishing journey like?

Long? I spent seven years querying for my first book and collecting rejections before it was finally published by a tiny regional press. Later on, my first nationally published book, THE BRILLIANT FALL OF GIANNA Z, was rejected 26 times before I found a wonderful agent and editor.

What is the best writing advice you’ve received?

The best writing advice I’ve ever received actually came from a surly anchorman, when I was a nineteen-year-old aspiring news reporter. I was interning at his tv station and had just submitted a news story to him for review. He pointed to one of the lines -- one that I thought sounded especially journalistic -- and asked, “Why’d you write it like this? Why not just say what happened?” I told him the truth -- that I’d been trying to sound like Sheryl Nathans, an investigative reporter at a competing station whose work I admired. He nodded and said, “Oh! There’s your problem. The job of being Sheryl Nathans is taken. By Sheryl Nathans. You’re going to have to figure out how to say things your own way.”

He was talking, of course, about voice. And his advice has followed me from my career as a journalist, through my life as an educator and into my world as a creator of children’s books. Our voices really do define us.

What is some writing advice you’d like to give either to my students or to other aspiring writers?

Carry a notebook! It’s not only great for collecting ideas; it teaches you how to see the world like a writer. You end up noticing things that other people miss, and in addition to being great for writing, that’s a lovely way to live.

Best thing about being a writer?

My favorite things about being a writer are research (because I love spending my days learning and exploring) and connecting with young readers (because they’re the reason I do what I do).
Hardest part of being a writer?

The middle. Every time I write a new book, I hit that place in the middle where it’s still a crummy draft, and the shine of the new idea has worn off, and all I can do is slog through those in-between chapters. I always have to remind myself that when I finish, I’ll be able to revise and really make it shine. But middles are so tough.

What do you do when you’re stuck?

Go for a walk or run. It shakes ideas loose.

Do you have an “inner editor” voice that is unkind?

I do - but I’ve also learned to turn it off so that I can draft. Otherwise, I’d never get past the first page of anything.

What are you reading now that you’re loving?

I just finished a second read of Laurie Halse Anderson’s SHOUT, which is so powerful it felt like it might catch fire in my hands.

Finally, do you want to share the inspiration for your most recent project?

I just finished work on a my newest novel for kids, CHIRP. It’s a mystery set on a cricket farm as well as a coming of age story about family, entrepreneurship, power, and secrets. The cricket-farm element was inspired by a real cricket farm I got to visit in Vermont as well as by this 2013 report from the United Nations Food & Agriculture Committee, suggesting that eating insects might be one way to solve our food crisis and minimize global warming. http://www.fao.org/3/i3253e/i3253e.pdf

Thanks again to the amazing Kate Messner for giving of her time to share her thoughts with us. If you'd like to find Kate online, here are some links. And, side note, I’ve read an early draft of CHIRP. It is amazing and a book to put on your radar for certain.



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Over my lunch hour today I watched a video from John Green:


An Open Letter to Professional YouTubers - YouTube


While I thought the video was great overall, there was a part at the end that really made me stop and think. 

John says his brother Hank talks about the need to diversify your identity. In this case, meaning that John isn't only a YouTuber, he's a husband, dad, writer, etc. That if you don't look at the bigger picture, everything can become about work. John says that no career can healthfully support all of our identity.

I feel I was in danger of this trap several years ago. I taught and, as is the case for most teachers, I was always working more than eight hours a day. When I wasn't teaching, I was writing about teaching, presenting about teaching, or reading books to share with my students. My brain was constantly working on how I could become a better educator. 

It was too much.

Teaching will always be a job bigger than the time we have to complete it. There is never a day I look around my classroom and think that I'm all caught up. I'm always analyzing what I did in a day, what worked, and what could have gone better. 

I never stop thinking about the kids.

What's changed is that I've added in time for myself. I prioritize my family. While I still read books for my students - my latest favorite is The Mighty Heart of Sunny St. James by Ashley Herring Blake - the majority of my reading is for me. I write still for reflection on the classroom here, but most of the time I write it is on the romance series I'm creating.

Teaching is not my sole identity. 

I'm trying hard to put myself first, though I fail at that each time. But now, my family is typically in first and I'm second or third, depending on the day.

It's a work in progress.

So I just wanted to draft this post as I sit in my classroom at lunchtime with eleven days left in the school year. You teachers that are dragging to the end of the school year, I see you. Take time for yourself this summer. And remember to strive for a diversified identity as we move forward. 

You deserve it. We all do.
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This weekend I had what I term a crisis in writing. I hadn’t written much last week and I was already stressed about that. Lately I’ve been able to finish two, maybe three, chapters a week, or around 6,000 words. Last week I hit maybe 1,000. It had been Easter and Liam’s birthday during my prime writing time and I just couldn’t do it. This past weekend I was certain I would make up for it.

Saturday morning I headed to Starbucks, ready to write. I know what the current chapter needs to be about. I know where I need to take it. I sat down, the beginning was in Sully’s perspective, then it would switch to Maggie, then back to Sully. I had it, but then I didn’t.

When I began writing this series I chose to write the heroine in first person, the hero in third. I have no idea why, other than the book I just finished did that. I liked the alternating point of view (POV). I liked that the idea that one was 1st, one 3rd, because it made me a little closer to the heroine. It is tricky, sometimes, to switch back and forth, but I soldiered on.

This Saturday I hit a wall. When I switched to Sully’s POV, I wrote it in first. Realizing my mistake, I went back and changed several paragraphs. Then I had my crisis of faith. Should both POVs have been first all along? Did I need to go rewrite the entire first book, and the 50,000 words I’d written so far to make that happen? What the hell was I doing?

I left Starbucks and sent Voxer messages to my two friends who had read my book already. They both told me to calm down, take a step back. I took Sunday off and thought about it.

Today I’m supposed to be driving about an hour each way for my writing group that meets once a month. I went for the first time in March, but had to miss in April. I need to be there, to talk to other writers, but I simply can’t. Too many track meets, too much going on, and I am completely exhausted. I cannot drive safely there and back when I’m this tired, so I have to skip. All day I thought about how much I wanted to go, how much I needed to talk to other people about writing, how much I wish it was closer. I felt stuck.

And yet, I left school feeling ok about my writing. I think I will leave the POV switch after all because of the reasons I wrote it that way in the first place. I sat today, surrounded by student writers, and was reminded of the fun of creating a story. My seventh graders are writing some short fiction over the next few days. During my last period of the day, I watched as they settled around the room on couches and chairs, keys clicking away as they wrote. Kids would whisper, “Mrs. S, come here,” and then tell me about their story. The room was filled with a hum of energy and I caught it, ready to return to the world of Sully and Maggie, to watch their story unfold however it is meant to. As has happened in the past, my students gave me just the push I needed. Writing crisis averted.

Now I just need to get some words out. Wish me luck.
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For the past five years I've been cognizant of the fact that giving my students an audience creates a different level of engagement than if their audience is only me. Moving to middle school from teaching elementary only made that notion even more obvious.

These kids want to be heard.

Last week we looked at three poems I wrote about my age over the past three years. You can find my post about that HERE. Over the week, the students brainstormed in their notebooks what it was like to be the age they were. I told them that once they were done, I would share their writing here.

To me, this writing is important for teachers to read. I'm forty-five. As close as I am to my students, it has been over thirty years since I was their age. I need to see how they are feeling. I need to remember what it's like to live at an age filled with so much emotion.

I need to honor their voices.

So, for Writing Wednesday on my blog this week, my students have the floor. There are a lot of poems here, but they are all beautiful. Some are so real and heartfelt that they moved me to tears. Some are powerful. Some are funny.

These kids are the light that fills me up every day.

You can find the link HERE if the embedded Padlet doesn't work below. Thanks for reading. We are honored to share these with you.

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I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the type of feedback we give writers lately. I think, if I’m being honest, at the start of my teaching career, I did a crap job of it. Twenty plus years ago, I probably had my students write a rough draft, edit for grammar and mechanics, turn in a final draft, and I likely write a word or two on the top with their grade.

I wasn’t a writer.

Today, if you were in my class, there still isn’t a ton written on the final version of a written piece. However, if it’s a big project, we’ve met and talked about your writing several times over the course of the assignment. I’ve given you feedback on either what I love, what I think you need to fix, and what I feel like you could do to take your writing up a level. Sometimes, I might tell you something in regard to all three.

I first hear Donalyn Miller talk about writing feedback to our students in terms of bless, press, and address years ago when she was writing Reading in the Wild. I believe Donalyn mentioned she heard it from Penny Kittle. I know I’ve read about it from materials the National Writing Project puts out. Where ever it came from, I’m beyond grateful for the concept.

See, as a person who writes now, I know these types of feedback are vital, and they are each important to me at different times.

Right now, as we all know, I’m trying to write a romance book. It’s hard. I lose faith in myself on a regular basis. This is not something I’ve mastered in any shape or form just yet. So when I first shared it with my two friends who agreed to read it, I was a mess. Luckily, they were big on blessing my writing giving me a few things to address. They also pressed me to keep going.

I was relieved and got back to it.

One of those friends said she’d be willing to read book two as I wrote, chapter by chapter. Twelve chapters in, she’s still reading and sending me feedback each week. The other day she apologized, saying she knew she was just praising my writing and it probably wasn’t helpful feedback at all.

I laughed as I listened to her Voxer message and immediately sent one back. I told her about the concept of bless, press, and address as writing feedback. I talked about how isolated and unsure I can feel and that her feedback helps me to keep writing. Without it I am certain I would have given up.

Which, in turn, takes me back to my students. I wonder sometimes about those kids who are only told what they are doing wrong. Who only get feedback on what to address, but aren’t blessed on what has been done right. Or aren’t pressed to take their writing to a level just a bit above where they are now? I wouldn’t want to write anymore, I don’t know why they would.

Or yesterday, when I saw that one of my favorite romance writers, Penny Kittle, shared this post on Facebook, I gasped out loud at my computer:


Now, the post is longer than that, but for the sake of this conversation, that’s what you need. I’m specifically looking at the paragraph that begins, “Second…”. Because, I mean, what the heck? People have asked me before why I don’t write anything negative about a book online. Honestly, the comment has puzzled me. I mean, a book might not be a good fit for me, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a good fit for anyone else. And the thought of actually writing an author to tell them you don’t like what they wrote?

I have no words.

That’s not true, I totally have words. I’m filled to the brim with words that I won’t type out here on my public blog, but if you were reading my romance book right now, there would be a lot of cursing, because that’s what is happening in my head.

I’m trying to decide when we have become a society that emails people to tell them they are doing what, in our opinion, amounts to a crappy job. When we have become a society that will take to social media to say a business or teacher or restaurant has done something we don’t like. And, if we’re doing that, how often are we doing the opposite? Are we going online to praise when everything goes well?
Not often.

I don’t get it.

And that takes me back to my students. Today I sat with the majority of them, going over a book they’ve created to hand to the kindergarten buddies in a few weeks’ time. With each kid, no matter where they are in their writing journey, you can bet I found a lot to bless. We laughed. We talked about what poems they liked. We looked at how to make the assignment just a bit better.

I could have looked over their slides in Google Classroom and told them to print them. I could have left them typed comments. Instead, I met with each kid at my little round desk in the front of the room. I spent only about five minutes with each, and I will finish up tomorrow, while the rest of the group worked on three poetry assignments we have coming up.

I think that in person meeting is important. See, I think people are emailing amazing authors like Penny and saying crappy comments, or hopping on Facebook whenever they’re irritated, because we’ve forgotten the human on the other side of the screen. I don’t want to do that when I look at their writing. Because if I just look at my student’s poem and see that once again, she isn’t done with her work, I will get irritated. But, if I sit with her for study hall, if I talk to her and bless what she has written, she might confess she’s confused and didn’t know what to say. We might work together for twenty minutes to the point where she says, “Mrs.S, I’ve got this. I’ll finish tonight.” She might leave study hall and come back to whisper, “Thank you,” before running down the hall to lunch.

And then I’ll sit at lunch and listen to my friend Karen give me feedback on chapters eleven and twelve, and I’ll beam. Because she reminds me, my students will remind me, that connection is vital. Blessing each other is critical. And I’ll leave the day wanting to sit down and write just a bit more because they have given me the confidence to do just that.
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A side benefit of being a reader is that you can become a more empathetic person, correct? There is the whole books as windows, mirrors, and doors conversation, thanks to Rudine Sims Bishop. (Read more HERE.) However, I think writing can help us develop empathy in a variety of ways. Today in my classroom I got to see one of them.


Each day during the first half of Language Arts class we do several activities. We read independently, I confer with kids. There is a book talk by a student. We share a picture book for Classroom Book-A-Day. And finally, we have a quick write. I’ve written about the power of quick writes many times. I think that through quick writes I can show my students who live in this tiny rural town the bigger world. We use images, pieces of texts, and videos to inspire our quick writes. Hands down, the students' favorite quick writes are from videos.


This year’s class is unique in that they’ve begun sending me things they want to write from for our quick writes. Last week  a student sent this video to me and asked if we could use it.

YOUR VALUE - Powerful Motivational Speech - YouTube



We did on Monday.


I can’t explain why that it was a big deal for that student to send me that video, but suffice to say, I was beyond moved that he did.


Last night I came across this video put out by Budweiser.

Budweiser | This Bud’s For 3 | Dwyane Wade - YouTube



I knew I would be using it for a quick write.


Today I shared it with three classrooms of seventh graders. Each time I shared it, I teared up, as did many students. We talked about how it inspired us to think of our legacy. Many studnets wrote about how it reminded them of Monday’s video. That Dwyane Wade had to value himself before he was able to succeed and pay his good fortune forward.


My favorite conversations called back to this video from Hank Green at the start of the year.

We're all Scared - YouTube




From that video I always pull the quote from Green of, “You make you.” Today I reminded each class of that. I pointed out Wayne’s legacy. I asked them what they thought their legacy would be. I asked them to write about if they were happy with what people would have to say about them if they were on a video like this. I asked them if they wanted to change anything. And I reminded them that if they did, they were the ones that had the power to change it.


Writing in our class each day allows each student the chance to reflect about themselves or those around us. It is powerful. It makes us better people. While I love writing in the fiction worlds that I’m currently creating in this series, the power of daily writing, journaling in a way, is something I am drawn back to again and again.

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I’ve been doing this teaching gig for awhile now. Over twenty-two years and eight grade levels, I’ve met all kinds of readers. This past week while standing in line at the grocery store, thirty miles from home, I was surprised to find a former student’s mom behind me. Actually, former students’ mom, seeing as I’ve taught three of her kids. Overhearing our conversation, the checker and bagger of our lane learned that I was a middle school teacher. While we all had a fascinating conversation about the importance of recess, the conversation turned as it often does, to my reputation as a teacher and how I get kids to love books.

I never know what to say.

See, I truly don’t think it is any magic skill. I respect kids. I build relationships with kids. I surround them with books. And, important for the topic of this post, I don’t judge what they read.

Do you want to read Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone for the seventh time? Awesome. Are you devouring graphic novels like I devour chocolate chip cookies? More power to you. I want kids to read. I want kids to love what they read. And, quite frankly, who am I to judge?

Judgement is a funny thing. Many teachers I know are with me in this. We battle back the folks that say graphic novels aren’t “real reading”. We stock our classroom libraries with these books, typically by purchasing them with our own money. And yet, when I have proclaimed loud and proud that I’m addicted to reading romance books, I’ve gotten one of three reactions, often from the same people who are helping me fight the good fight in our classrooms. These responses include:

A high five from a fellow romance reader who also waves her romance flag high. We exchange the names of favorite authors and begin to text recommendations to each other on a regular basis. These are my people.

A whispered confession that they read romance too, as they look over their shoulder to ensure no one is overhearing them.  I want to hug these people, to empower them.

A derisive laugh and a label of these books as “fluff” and a comment that they only read “real books.” My reaction here is unprintable.

I’ve now crossed over into attempting to write romance books. This is scary territory for me. One, this is not a genre I’m feeling like I’m comfortable writing in yet. I doubt myself. A lot. I’ve written about my inner editor, Helga. She is always present. But after a book and a half drafted, 145,000 words waiting to be edited and crafted into something better, I’ve learned that romance writers are dismissed as swiftly as romance readers.

So far the responses to the notion that I’m writing a romance book have included:

A high five and a plea to read it ASAP. Once again, my people.

Awe that I would even attempt it along with a confession, along with flushed cheeks, that they read “those books.” Again, I cheer these folks on, telling them to own the books they love.

Incredulity that I’d write a book with romance and, gasp of outrage, possible sex scenes if I teach kids. Surely I won’t write this under my own name. Note, you all know I am using a pseudonym, but my picture is with it. As much as I love my given name, it doesn’t scream romance writer to me. These people irritate me.

And then there are the comments that continue about the content about the books - that it is porn (nope), romance writers aren’t real writers because they often publish the books themselves, how can you be a feminist (or Christian) and read/write these books,  etc., etc.

To be honest, I’m struggling with this. A lot. It isn’t that the reactions make me want to stop reading and/or writing romance books. The reaction baffles me. How is it that a genre largely written by and for women is being disparaged in this way by women as well? (Not to disparage the fabulous guys reading and writing romance. I see you all too.) It truly puzzles me and makes me think of one of my favorite t-shirts


Because to me, romance books are empowering. They celebrate women. They celebrate relationships. Yes, they are about love between a couple, but often also are about love in a family and among friends. My favorite romance books make me see everyone around me in a better light. They fill me with happiness. How is this a genre to dismiss - in regard to readers, but also writers?

Today as I sat down at Starbucks to sit and write for a few hours, I saw a Tweet from one of my favorite romance writers. I’ve included the screenshot below.


I’m sorry, what on earth makes anyone think that’s ok? Victoria has published ten amazing romance books and I’ve loved Every. Single. One. My only complaint is that I’d love more books from her. I wish she was the only author I’d seen this type of comment directed at, but sadly that is not the case.

Here’s my thing, friends. Then I promise I’ll step off the soapbox. This world is pretty ugly at times. We need more people putting art into it. We need more people trying to change it in a positive way. And if their way isn’t your way? If it isn’t something you’re “into?” One, make sure you know what you are dismissing. In the case of this genre of books, try some. Or, two, maybe just don’t be ugly? We don’t all have to like the same things. Just because you love one thing doesn’t mean I have to, and vice versa. But I won’t belittle your interests or, more importantly, I won’t belittle you. Maybe we can all do the same?

I should note, this is not directed at any of my blog readers. You all have been the best cheerleading team as I’ve gone on this journey. Hugs, high fives, and love going out to all of you. I appreciate you more than you know.

After seeing Victoria’s tweet this morning, I had to address it. I’m firm in my belief that if we judged less and talked more, we’d be happier as a result. It reminds me of sitting in my class last week. I was stretched out on an armchair next to one of my students for a reading conference. I asked what he was reading and he held up Diary of a Wimpy Kid, book one. This would make the fourth time he had started, and finished, the entire series this year. As I’ve mentioned above, I’m all for everyone reading (and rereading!) whatever they want. But I was curious. I nodded, recording his title on my iPad, then said, “So, do you mind telling me why you’re starting the series again? I mean, I am a huge fan of rereading, so you’re welcome to read it. I just wondered…”

He looked at me, then shrugged, “I guess I’m scared to start a new series. This is the only one I’ve ever liked.”

I nodded, thinking about the kid and what I knew about him. “Well, I’m fine with you reading this, but I also can recommend a book if you’d like.”

He messed with his hair, paused, then said, “Yeah, I was going to ask you, but I also thought about trying one I know you like.”

Now I was super excited. “Which book?”
“The Lightning Thief?”

I have to admit, I sprung up, raced across the back of the room to get one, and then proceeded to sit back down and read the first page to him because, I mean, Percy. Sigh

Yeah, my convo with that kid, my glimpse of Twitter this morning, some discussions I had over the past week about writing, and I’m more firm than ever in my resolve that relationships, books, and writing can change the world. We just need to get away from judging others. Instead we could find a way to celebrate and connect with them instead.

Happy Sunday, friends.

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