field notes (12.25.15)

Merry Christmas!

I was reminded of something important this week: I must be mindful of whom I ask for feedback on my writing, particularly when I’m trying out an idea in a rough draft

Reading: MEDITATIONS by Marcus Aurelius (translated by Gregory Hays), THE LIARS’ CLUB by Mary Karr and THE ART OF MEMOIR by Mary Karr

Polishing my next column and really enjoying the almost-daily honing

Finalizing my 2016 writing goals

Compiling my 2016 reading lists for both craft books and YA novels; trying to be intentional with my reading (hmmm…maybe I’ll share that list here)

Trying a new practice of copying a poem by hand daily, before my regular prose writing, to let those words get under my skin and to slow myself down a bit – so far, so good; I like this practice

field notes (12.18.15)

My first column, FROM BEMIDJI, WITH LOVE, for the Bemidji Pioneer newspaper was published this week. Take a read!

I’m reflecting on the role of social media in sharing my work. I got some kind feedback on my first column, but pushing the “post” button on FB was REALLY hard because it felt completely arrogant and also there was the fear that perhaps I am completely delusional and the column I wrote and am now sharing is utter trash, completely stupid and a waste of time. Sigh.

I’ve been gathering my thoughts and myself for the next column; definitely have winter and cold on the brain.

Reading STORM by Donna Jo Napoli and THIS ONE SUMMER by Jillian & Mariko Tamaki.

Considering attending the Hubbs Children’s Literature Conference.

I’m working on my 2016 Writing Goals. But, trying to keep it a bit more mellow than capital G, Goals. It’s more like, I’m thinking about stuff I want to do this year as a writer. (This is more fun than I thought it would be. Turns out, I have some pretty wild dreams & ideas I want to pursue.)

Putting together a pitch for an article I want to write. Taking my time with this one. Planning, letting my mind wander, doodling ideas.

field notes (12.11.15)

Only when I’m mountain biking or trail running can I imagine the boldest, bravest, truest version of myself. It’s  as if someone is pulling back a heavy, red, velvet curtain to give me a glimpse of my future self. These sightings fill me with hope.

I’m paying reeeeeally close attention and doing close reading, to determine how characters change their minds in a novel. I am learning so much.

I’m cutting and cutting and cutting words from my latest picture book manuscript. It’s thrilling to watch the words fall and have a stronger, not weaker, story for it.

Reading BIG MAGIC by Elizabeth Gilbert, TERRIBLE TYPHOID MARY by Susan Campbell Bartoletti, THE LIAR’S CLUB: A MEMOIR by Mary Karr and DON’T LET’S GO TO THE DOGS TONIGHT by Alexandra Fuller

Filling the well this week with visits to: The Minneapolis Institute of Art to see the Delacroix exhibit, REI for shopping!, The Loft Literary Center, Wild Rumpus, Magers & Quinn, the Children’s Theatre Company to watch THE JUNGLE BOOK, watch an Omni movie about humpback whales at the Science Museum of Minnesota.