Monday, August 29, 2011
I thought many of you would be interested in joining this campaign. Get started now. There's only a couple of days left.
Must finish my ice cream now.
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Sunday, August 28, 2011
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Saturday, August 27, 2011
There's a hurricane coming? And it's going to hit Maine?
But I just got here!
So being from Idaho, what does a country girl do in a hurricane? I'm high up in a hotel with a great big window. Is that safe? :)
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011
I was expecting much worse. Am I speaking to soon?
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Saturday, August 20, 2011
Tomorrow. My husband and I, along with our kids ( they didn't sell with the rest of our furniture :) ), will make the long trek back to the Maine coast - 2600 miles away. Despite the fact that we are moving into a home a third of the size of our current one, I am very excited. I love adventures. And I love the unknown.
I will miss my amazing friends and family. I have been truly blessed by their kindness and generosity the last several weeks. So a big shout out to the them!
And to all my writing peeps, I fully expect to hear a good report when I check in next. Let's make a goal...5000 words by the time I get to Maine. That's nine days.
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
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Monday, August 15, 2011
And now for the randomly selected 25 entries:
Gateway to Glory
The Peanut Butter and Jelly Friendship
Down Chinaberry Road
Elemental Humans: Water
You, Me, and the Fireflies
Breaking Up the Girl
Daze and Knights
Absinthe and Lepreachauns
The Grave Winner
The Black Ankh
The Underground Gift
The Girl with Brown Eyes
A New Day
Lauren will announce the first and second place winner within four weeks. In the meantime, please feel free to enjoy and comment on other entries.
I have a couple of questions for you guys. I know there are a lot of resources out there like Query Tracker, Absolute Write Water Cooler, and others. Do you take advantage of these websites when it comes to showing your work? If not, why? Or do you rely heavily on critique partners? Finally, do you like posting your work on other's blog to receive feedback? Do you find it beneficial?
Thanks guys! And good luck to the 25 entries!
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Friday, August 12, 2011
First and foremost, I want to thank Lauren for judging this contest. It's an amazing opportunity, and we deeply appreciate it.
Second, if anyone submitted over the last seven days and still do not see your entry, send your submission again. On Monday I will randomly select 25. Until then, please continue to post comments on other entries. As any writer will tell you, they are invaluable.
After the 25 entries have been posted, Lauren will begin the judging process. She will announce the winner within four weeks.
Any questions, comments, tickly tid bits you'd like to share?
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Today as the mother of a teenage daughter, she views the world with the eyes of an adult. She looks back and clearly sees how different she viewed life back then - so childishly irresponsible. Her family stood behind her during those difficult times but she did not truly appreciate their support. Recalling her rebellious years, she hopes Janie will not follow in her footsteps.
A strange combination of sadness and joy overcome her when she turns back the clock. Names and faces float through her mind like ghosts that still haunted her but as always, a smile forms on her face and she remembers only love.
Her name is
Marie thought it might be her granddaughter arriving home from school.
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Thursday, August 11, 2011
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The world laughed at him. It always had. Even alone in his car, it found a way to crush any hope for a day free of ridicule.
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The satin feels like water under my hands. It is blue, bluer than blue. It is blue fire in a sea of other, paler colors. No one has a dress like mine. I feel vibrant and sensuous and new like I’ve never felt before. My grandmother wore this dress to her Receiving, and my mother to hers. Tonight is a night of honor, respect, beauty, and legacy.
I look around at all the others with me in the banquet hall. We are a garden of silk flowers, and the men are dressed in solidifying black; the soil to our petals. We are the future. We are all seventeen, and in under an hour my life, our lives, are going to change. We are going to Receive it.
It is not an object. It is not a word. It is that one thing that we will seek to fulfill our entire lives. It defines us, drives us, is the one steadfast thing when everything else may be raining from the sky.
I feel my heart beating in my throat, and my stomach drops in a familiar free fall. I look at my friends, and wonder what their Vitas will be. We all have some kind of idea—the aptitude tests last week told us our three most likely marks—except me. I pinch the blue satin between my fingers to keep from running my fingers over my empty collarbone for the hundredth time. I have no idea what the Consilium will choose for me. After my aptitude test, the results cam back without a color. The technician had smiled and said, "Don’t worry, these things happen sometimes," but I saw the lie in her eyes. Tests that came back without color were Blank.
Please, don’t let me be that.
I grasp at my senses to calm me down. There’s a constant, raucous tinkle of cutlery on china. A hubbub of voices in the crowded room echoing up and back from the vaults in the ceiling. I inhale the spices from our meal, sorting out the ones that indicated the different courses: clove, oregano, cinnamon. I force my heart to slow with each breath, force a smile, force eye contact with my friends.
We are the Six from Yarmouth: Jewla, Dalion, Romana, Corone, Kalor, and me—Calista. They are laughing about something that happened last year in class. A bird from the science aviary got loose and ended up ruining many people’s clothes. You can hardly blame it with how scared it was. I let the memory wash over me and find myself laughing right along with them, until I see Kalor.
He is laughing just as heartily as everyone else, but he wasn’t there. Kalor was absent on what the Consilium called a ‘gifted retreat’ all of the last school year. It happened when we were twelve too. What really happened to him during those years? We’ve never had the chance to talk about it. We never seem to get the chance to be alone, though it seems we both try… What if he is Blank?
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