Conference Pictures and Notes

I hope you've had a chance to go through the conference notes that have been posted on the Chinook Update. If you begin here and scroll down, you'll get most everything. So fun to catch up with old friends, Lois Brandt, Jeanie Mebane, and Allyson Shrier.

And it was great to meet the Blueboarders (sorry, no pictures) and see Diana Greenwood modelling her new book, Insight.

I also made a new friend -- Sabah. We had a great time relaxing during the wine and cheese reception and sharing stories about our families.

I do have some writerly thoughts to share :) I went to a nonfiction intensive led by Lionel Bender and Jim Whiting and although I've done a fair bit of work-for-hire, I didn't realize how many books are made by book packagers -- about 30% of the children's market, I believe. So, if you like to work on a team and write market-driven books (fast!) consider not only approaching publishers but also book packagers. Jim's notes are excellent and I enjoyed hearing how Lionel became a book packager.

Deborah Wiles spoke about writing from the head, the heart and the gut -- what you know, what you feel and what you can imagine (or cannot bear to imagine). I went to her workshop on revision and she pointed us to George Ella Lyon's Where am I From? Powerful stuff. Deborah said that when you are stuck, write your own poems like Lyon's because the better you know your own story, the better writer and reviser you will be. Here she is with Peggy (more about her later).

The two agent talks I went to -- Tina Wexler and Sarah Davies -- were both extremely organized and informative about the books they like, including the heart-stopping factor. Years ago Tina (then duBois) had contacted me after I won the YA writing contest, but I was not ready to even think about an agent. I was doing a lot of magazine and work-for-hire and my novels were unpolished. I'm glad I didn't send her anything then. Five years make a difference. And Sarah Davies ought to write a book on writing. She's a marvelous storyteller herself and I found myself thinking of Ian McEwan while she told her grandmother's story. Lucky for us, she keeps a blog where she shares her knowledge unstintingly.

I loved Holly Black's keynote on plotting. She was funny and I saw how useful it is to *talk* out a novel. I'd never done this until my recent one and it's the best one so far because my partner, Jen Heger, keeps me honest. "Nah," she'll say, "your character wouldn't do that." Holly also talked about weaving subplots and it was great fun to have a demo together with Holly and E. Lockhart on a dragon story. Good stuff.

Dan Santat was so honest and vulnerable. He made us all cry. I see so many parallels between him and my son, who loves art. And here I am, the typical immigrant parent, thinking, he needs to have something practical to fall back upon. I truly hope that I'm the kind of mother who will nurture his talents. My sister and I were talking about this very topic, and how both of us gravitated towards the arts, even though we were the practical sort (out of necessity, of course). Follow your heart, your calling.

I was beyond thrilled to see Peggy King Anderson recognized for her years and years of hard work and dedication and nurturing writers. She was my first writing teacher and she told me very early on that I was a novelist hiding behind the short story. She's right. There are some stories you simply cannot fit into the short form, and so I am learning to write bigger books. She has taught me so much and I will always be grateful for all she's done for me. It was lovely to go to Palm Sunday Mass with her right after the conference; the perfect way to end the conference, bringing the focus back to Jesus, His Passion and why I am here in the first place. I missed saying goodbye to many folks, but we really did have to shoot out of there after Holly's keynote.

I could write loads more; I have an entire notebook filled with my chicken scratch, but I'm sure you've had enough. I'm so blessed to be part of such a vibrant regional SCBWI chapter. Thank you all for your hard work in making the conference such a wonderful experience.

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Conference Notes

Our SCBWI chapter is so organized ... I was going to post a few things tonight but the Chinook Update is on top of everything. Read and enjoy. I'll be back later ... I'm so energized I have to write! It's been three days since I worked on my revision and I have several shiny tools in my writing shed I want to try out. Adios, friends. *

Exciting Weekend Ahead

Conference time! Our local SCBWI chapter rocks. So fun to meet with friends I've made on the Blueboard. We'll be meeting again: at Desert Fire 5:30 pm Friday. If you're in the area, feel free to join us. You don't need to be registered for the conference for this.

Here's my first writing teacher, Peggy King Anderson, and me. If you haven't taken a class from her, you're missing out. Check out her newly designed website. It's got bells and whistles and great writing tips.

I found the cutest website about Writers and Kitties. Check it out.

I'm all set for a weekend of inspiration and learning and getting together with old friends and new. See you there!

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Reading

We're halfway through Lent. I fail daily at keeping my resolutions, but I pick myself up and try harder again. Developing good habits takes time and I although I feel like this cat some days, most days, I am happy to spend greater time with our Blessed Lord. Today I am giving in to temptation so that I can share all the great books I've been reading.

I loved Home is with Our Family by Joyce Hansen because it so vividly portrays family life at a time that I don't know much about. My kids soaked up all the details of how school was conducted. And I thoroughly enjoyed reading a book about black Americans who were relatively well-off and who did not have a dysfunctional family. The illustrations by E.B. Lewis are gorgeous. It's a beautiful book to read.

Long after I closed this book, I wondered how Maria and her family fared in the Midwest, and whether Anna and Maria were able to keep in touch. Their homes, gone, replaced by Central Park. Hansen is unsentimental, letting us into the hearts of her characters.

I thoroughly enjoyed Moon Over Manifest by Claire Vanderpool, taking me into two times and places, and again, what it means to be a family. I loved the way Vanderpool peeled the layers of this onion to reveal the hearts of the characters, the mystery I never suspected.

Book of the Maidservant by Rebecca Barnhouse was sheer delight. It's based upon the pilgrimage of Margery Kempe from England to Rome, but from the viewpoint of her maidservant, who Margery described in her autobiography as disobedient. Again, the details of their lives on the road with their fellow-travelers created a picture for me that I will not forget soon.

As you can see, I enjoy historical fiction very much and I must admit that I've learned more history by reading historical fiction than dry history books. Oh, there are some exceptional authors I've read, like Steven Ambrose or David Halberstam, but I'm afraid the vast majority of history books do not appeal to me.

Other books I've enjoyed are the Latin-English Missal, since we try to go to High Mass at least once a month. There is so much Beauty and Sacred Tradition that I didn't know I was even missing. We will probably invest in the 1962 Daily Missal eventually.

In The Seven Capital Sins, Fulton Sheen reflects upon the seven Words of Christ and correlates them to the reparation of the seven sins. In our culture, the idea of sin has practically vanished in the name of tolerance, so this slim book is a must.

I've also been enjoying Word Work: Surviving and Thriving as a Writer by Bruce Holland Rogers. It is not a book about the craft of writing, but about becoming and staying a writer. I highly recommend it.

My reading pile is ever growing ... I can't wait to get my copy Between Shades of Gray by Ruta Sepetys and The End of the Line by Angela Cerritos. My own writing is going well too -- I'm now revising the second half of my book.

I hope you have all found something in here that piques your interest, and I hope you will continue to have a blessed Lent.

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The Universal Prayer

This is too beautiful not to share. I came across this on the ADW blog.
I shall be praying this with my family daily and ask that you join me.

God bless you this Lenten season.

Your sister in Christ, Vijaya.

THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER (attributed to Pope Clement XI)

Lord, I believe in you: increase my faith.

I trust in you: strengthen my trust.

I love you: let me love you more and more.

I am sorry for my sins: deepen my sorrow.

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I worship you as my first beginning,

I long for you as my last end,

I praise you as my constant helper,

And call on you as my loving protector.

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Guide me by your wisdom,

Correct me with your justice,

Comfort me with your mercy,

Protect me with your power.

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I offer you, Lord, my thoughts:

to be fixed on you;

My words: to have you for their theme;

My actions: to reflect my love for you;

My sufferings: to be endured for your greater glory.

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I want to do what you ask of me:

In the way you ask,

For as long as you ask,

Because you ask it.

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Lord, enlighten my understanding,

Strengthen my will,

Purify my heart,

and make me holy.

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Help me to repent of my past sins

And to resist temptation in the future.

Help me to rise above my human weaknesses

And to grow stronger as a Christian.

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Let me love you, my Lord and my God,

And see myself as I really am:

A pilgrim in this world,

A Christian called to respect and love

All whose lives I touch,

Those under my authority,

My friends and my enemies.

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Help me to conquer anger with gentleness,

Greed by generosity,Apathy by fervor.

Help me to forget myself

And reach out toward others.

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Make me prudent in planning,

Courageous in taking risks.

Make me patient in suffering,

unassuming in prosperity.

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Keep me, Lord, attentive at prayer,

Temperate in food and drink,

Diligent in my work,

Firm in my good intentions.

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Let my conscience be clear,

My conduct without fault,

My speech blameless,

My life well-ordered.

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Put me on guard against my human weaknesses.

Let me cherish your love for me,

Keep your law,

And come at last to your salvation.

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Teach me to realize that this world is passing,

That my true future is the happiness of heaven,

That life on earth is short,

And the life to come eternal.

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Help me to prepare for death

With a proper fear of judgment,

But a greater trust in your goodness.

Lead me safely through death

To the endless joy of heaven.

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Grant this through Christ our Lord.

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Amen.

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Death

I have not wanted to write about this. In the past three months four people we know have died. Two were older, two younger. We have been praying for them, and we pray for them still, and their families who grieve. It is a sad time to say goodbye to loved ones.

But it's also a wake up call. Am I living as I should? Am I looking to the eternal consequences of my actions? Or am I concerned with things that will not last? Because in the end, the only thing we can take to the next life is our character.

The Lenten season is approaching and we've been reading the Sermon on the Mount these past few weeks in Church. What Jesus talks about is difficult, but it is the path to holiness, to being a light.

Here's a link to the best version of This Little Light of Mine:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qlqlZ1Y8ONQ&feature=player_embedded#at=11

Enjoy.
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Carpe Diem

This month is coming to an end, and so are the mid-winter breaks for the children. Baseball season is starting up, which means lots of running about not only for the kids, but for us. But we've had snow and presents in the mail. I won Marcia Hoehne's book giveaway (Moon over Manifest by Clare Vanderpool) and wouldn't you know it, my son nabbed it right away ... I let him because I had lessons to correct, but it's all mine now!

Enjoy these snippets of winter fun from this weekend at the grandparents' home. They hardly ever get snow like this, so this was a treat for the whole family, including the dog.

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Here's a video clip. I love my wee little camera that can do all this and still fit in my pocket.

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I hope you are all enjoying yourselves, whatever the weather is. As for me, it's time to buckle down and work until Spring Break.

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Snow Days!

These pictures are a couple of years old, but it's looking a lot like this right now (though not as cold). It couldn't be better timing since the kids have midwinter break. The snow is melting fast, but another wave is beginning as I write this post. I love this time of the year because the tree frogs begin to sing and the hyacinths poke their heads out of the ground, and I always remember how it was twelve years ago, waiting for my first baby to be born. Time flies ...

Don't you love my crooked filbert? It always fascinates me how the branches curl -- this plant really comes into its full glory once the leaves fall off.

The kids are busy playing outside, I'm deep in revisionland, the progress slow and steady. A lamb stew is simmering in my crock pot. My health is incredibly good, just in time for baseball season to begin. I'm full of thanks and praise to God.

Have a beautiful day today.
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ETA -- My husband just came back from work and says our hill is the only one with snow. Strange how localized the weather can be.

On Children

Below is my favorite poem about children from "The Prophet" by Khalil Gibran. I didn't understand it until my children were baptized ... there they are with their father (also newly baptized), their sponsors, the priest, the choir in the back, and all the faithful gathered at Easter vigil 2009.



And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said,

Speak to us of Children.

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you, but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies, but not souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,

Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The Archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

for even as He loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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Gifts

Two unexpected gifts arrived from two different friends. The Christmas blessings overflow. Of course, my kids get first dibs!

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I did get to peek inside Home is with our Family by Joyce Hansen and it is beautifully illustrated by E. B. Lewis. My knowledge of American history is very poor and what better way to learn than by reading gripping historical fiction? It's one of my favorite genres because it brings dry facts to life. This book is inspired by the history of Seneca Village.

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The other book that arrived in my mailbox was The Land Between: Finding God in Difficult Transitions by Jeff Manion. Last year was a tough year for us, the future uncertain. Fear can grip me at times. I'm learning to replace it with faith. This is a welcome book.

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My friend also recommended the book: If You Want to Walk on Water, You've to Get Out of the Boat by John Ortberg. Don't you just love the title? I'll be picking that up too.

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I am so blessed to have my faith journey supported by friends who pray for me and find just the right books to sustain me. Thank you!

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