Olive's OceanWhile I work on writing my own middle grade fiction book, I have a chance to review some of my favorites in the same category.

Olive’s Ocean by Kevin Henkes is one of my favorites.  I love the cover, particularly the colors, and I love the story.

I look forward to reading it again.

 

Of course, I should be writing right now, but I consider reading as necessary research.

On Friday (15 March) evening I attended a class at the Provo library called “Critique 101.”  It helped aspiring writers learn how to conduct, and comport themselves at, a critique session.  (I used the words “comport themselves” because it came up at church today and the lady who mentioned it [read it from the manual] didn’t seem to know what it meant.)

I may speak more about the class, but I want to address a statement I heard the teacher, Carol Lynch Williams, make.  Keep in mind that I was taking notes and there was a lot going on around me, so I didn’t quite catch everything she said and may have misunderstood what I did hear.

Sometimes writers have the impression that their work was sent to them from God.  They may feel inspired to write exactly what they wrote, then feel reluctant to change any of it because they don’t wish to offend their divine source, or they feel it arrived in perfect condition and they must not mess with it.

Here’s what I think Carol Lynch Williams said about that, “God doesn’t write that badly.”

I’ve been pondering that idea for a few days.

I do believe we are inspired to write things.  I’ve felt so myself.  But I think that because we are not writing scripture, God, in effect, gives us some raw material and expects us to improve it.  In the parable of the talents, in the book of Luke, each servant is given one talent.  Most of them improve their talent, but the one who doesn’t gets in big trouble.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day.

Sue, wearing green.

Sue, wearing green.

You know what?  Most of my shirts are green.  I’m not Irish nor a fan of the holiday, but it’s OK to like green shirts, isn’t it?

 

Off topic–I’m looking at the photo archives and seeing a lot of my artwork (most of the photos are posted on my FaceBook page already) and I’m thinking, “I should be doing art . . .”

Sigh.

I should be writing too.  It has not been a good week for getting much done. 

But I really should do some art.  It’s a great way to deal with grief.  In the past, I’ve done a couple of pieces for friends who have lost dogs.  Maybe I should do one for myself.

Maybe I just will.