Where Do Writers Go?

Where do writer's go? Many have crossed this bridge to sharpen their skills...in a redwood forest.



















Writer's go to conferences! (When they can afford them.) One of the most exciting conferences is the Mt. Hermon Christian Writers Conference near San Jose, California. Both beginning and professional writers come to hone their skills and make connections with editors, under the guidance of professional writers. Three women from our Writer's Critique group will be attending this spring. The dates are March 30th through April 3. The conference always spans Palm Sunday weekend. Several hundred writers will attend, many of them from out of state.




I attended last year. In the background, is the dining hall. The food is great! I especially enjoyed not cooking for 5 days!




Here is a picture of us at our cabin. I roomed with 2 women from my critique group, and two new friends, one from California and one from Canada!

More about conferences next week!

This has to be a lean post. Life is sweeping me away.

Actually my husband is sweeping me away. We're going to a seminar near the coast. We have to leave before the traffic gets thick. Although it's not the dream Valentine date, I'm looking forward to being together for the afternoon and evening. We are so busy in our lives, we don't spend time together like we should. Have a Happy Valentines Day!

Church

Hang on! This post is not about a rectangular building called church. But it’s about the amazing way God works in the lives of our loved ones, even when we’re not aware of it.

Tom and I are in the “lifestyles” class at church. There are about 20 of us from about 45 to 65 years of age. It’s a great class for prayer support and discussing the scriptures and how they apply to our lives. While we are there, Dylan meets with fellow high school students. Afterwards, a few hundred people break from their smaller groups and attend our main church service.

Tom and Dylan usually skip the larger event and come home, and I often stay. But today I came home—because I felt restless. Last night Cody called from his place—still fighting fever and the shakes. So I brought him some things to drink…I walked up the driveway in the dark. I had never been inside his place before. He rents a room in a small house that has been renovated into 3 or 4 bedrooms, one shared bath and a shared kitchen. (No living room). There are other male tenants of multiple ages—all older than Cody.

The property manager is a very strict middle-aged woman who likes everything extremely neat. There are signs everywhere with instructions like “Do not leave water drops in the sink or around the sink.” and “Wash and put away your dishes—if they are left out, they’ll be removed.” “Don’t leave the heat on or you’ll be charged for it.” “Only put magazines in this trash can—no other trash!” She comes by everyday to inspect the kitchen, bath, and yard.

It was 6:30 p.m. and dark when I walked down the driveway, stepped over the “no trespassing” chain, walked under the property manager’s video surveillance camera and turned the handle on the back door. It was open. I stepped into the kitchen. I saw Corey’s bedroom door was partially ajar and he was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands.

His room looked like a hurricane had swept through it. A storm of empty soda cans, food wrappers, clothing and papers. I showed him the juice and medicine, and put a few things in the refrigerator. I asked if he wanted to come home for a night. He said he wasn’t sure. We decided I would call and check on him later. Before leaving, I managed to scoop some of the trash into a shopping bag. As I walked down the driveway I saw several trash cans. As I was wondering which can to throw the trash into, a pleasant looking African American man came up the driveway.
“Hi, I’m Cody’s mom,” I said. “Do you know where I can throw this trash?”
He grinned widely. “You’re Cody’s mom? I’ve been praying for Cody!”
“You have?”
“Yes, I’m a pastor.”
He showed me where to put the trash and we talked for a few minutes.
He also mentioned that he gave Cody a book..something to do with people skills.

As I drove home, I had a feeling of wonder in my heart. There are so many things we do not know. God is working behind the scenes, even when we don’t see him. It gave me hope.

Also, when I mentioned to my Lifestyles class, this morning, about how unreasonable Cody’s property manager was. One woman piped up, “Sometimes when our kids have to deal with unreasonable people, it helps them to better deal with reasonable people.”

How true!

Have a wonderful Sunday! It’s beautiful here…it rained all night, and it’s showering on and off today. Dylan and I went jogging together under a white, grey and blue sky.

This is my city. It's titled: Look Up!

Sweet Stress

This has been quite a day. It started off with a trip to my 19-year-old son’s place at 7:00 a.m. A few days ago his car got a flat tire and another tire had a slow leak. He managed to park it in front of his place and its been sitting there to the dismay of his “landlady” who is very strict about how the place looks. Then he became sick with the flu. After a couple days of being sick, he became even more sick. So he called me. He could barely talk.

So I went up to get him, but when I got there he told me that the “landlady” had informed him that if he didn’t move his car today, she would have it impounded. I don’t want to go into a lot of detail, but the car had to be towed, and another thing that happened was…Cody locked his car keys in his room, along with his house keys. In all the excitement I forgot to call into work to tell them why I didn’t show up to teach 5th grade spelling.

So now Cody is here, and spending the night. His car, with 2 flat tires is here too. He’s feeling a little better already and it’s rather nice to have the whole family together under our roof, even if it is under these circumstances.

Have a nice night.

Submitting to a Publisher

Jasper says "keep writing".
Jasper was our beloved family dog who lived with us for 14 years.







Welcome to Writing Club!

Today’s topic is: Query Letters. I hope the post is helpful to you!

Starting next Wednesday, there will be a change. Instead of “informational” posts, I’m just going to share with you about my own personal writing experiences…and I may include those of my writing friends. We can all learn form each other! I’m also planning to include a picture of where writers like to go in the Spring.

Okay…Class…It’s time for this weeks lesson:

How do you present your article to a magazine? Most of the time magazines want a “query letter”.

Family Circle says, “Query letters should be concise and to the point.”
Here is an example of how a query letter might look:

Family Circle
1200 Sky Drive
New York, NY 10765

Subject: “Shining a Light on Halloween
First Rights: (This means the article has not been published by anyone else)*
Word Count: 1200

Dear Family Circle,

(Grab their attention right away! They may only have time to read two lines!)
Have you ever wondered how Halloween came about? Why do we wear masks and allow our children to roam the streets in search of candy? In the article, “Shining a Light on Halloween” readers will not only learn about the history of this fascinating holiday, but will benefit from tips on how to keep their children safe—and having fun—both at the same time!

(Now add a sentence or two about yourself. If possible, add some credentials for writing the article) I enjoy researching and writing about the history of our holidays…and thinking of creative ways to convey the information to my students. I’m a special education teacher for grades K thru 6th.

Thank you for considering my piece.

(Again…keep the Query Letter short! Magazine publishers receive thousands of queries and they read through the stack quickly! Grab them on the first line!)

Sincerely,

Louisa May Alcott
email: lma@lilacs.net
address
phone

Not all magazines require query letters. Some of the smaller magazines don’t mind if you send in your complete manuscript for consideration. Read the publisher’s Writer’s Guidelines in order to find out how to submit. If you submit the wrong way, you may be rejected.

Other Notes on Submitting Articles

Be sure to check if the publisher wants you to email your submission or do they prefer you send it via snail mail.

Whether or not you send your manuscript by email or traditional mail, always include a cover letter. It helps to introduce yourself and your manuscript. But again, KEEP IT SHORT AND EXCITING. The query letter example above could also serve as a cover letter.

Here are some terms you should know:

*First Rights: The editor buys the right to publish your piece for the first time.
(as opposed to Reprint Rights)

Reprint Rights: Selling the right to reprint an article that has already been published.

Can you submit to more than one publisher at the same time? Check the Writer’s Guidelines. Many magazines (usually the larger ones) want to have an exclusive look at your article. They do not want you submitting to other publishers at the same time. Their guidelines will say, “no simultaneous submissions”. However, many magazines don’t mind and their guidelines will say, “accepts simultaneous submissions”.

Don’t let all these rules intimidate you. (I also would like to add that there are many ways and many styles of doing query letters). The most important thing is to give the publisher the vital information about your article—and capture their interest. If you grab their attention…you’ll hear from them.

Recently I sent a query email letter to a magazine. A few days later I received an email back. I was so excited to see the email sitting in my box. Wow! I thought. That’s the fastest response I’ve ever gotten. I clicked on the big bold letters. The message read , “If you’d like the editor to respond, please include your address.” I can’t believe I forgot to type my address on the query letter!

And that ends Writing Club for today!
(They are still considering the article…and I’m waiting with bated breath.)

See you next week! Feel free to leave a note if you have any questions or comments!

Camellias and Good Things

Yesterday at 9:00 p.m. I received a phone call. It was Jean, my eighty-something- year-old neighbor. She said my refrigerator door was open. Now those of you who read my January post "Flying Oranges" will remember Jean. I trotted into the kitchen and sure enough, the door was wide open and no one was in sight. I had no idea Jean could see our refrigerator from her back porch...but good thing she can!

It seems like the men in this house are going through a stage where they don't want to close anything. They leave the cupboards open, the cookies open, the dresser drawers open and sometimes even the bathroom door open. (while occupied)

Back to the subject of Jean. Here is a shot of her Camellia bush. Our whole city is blooming with Camellias!



This evening, while I was making dinner, I had the sudden urge to go outside before it became completely dark. I turned the sauteing onions to low and headed toward our back yard. I stood for a few minutes in the last glow of light. A pink stripe threaded along the western sky. I thanked God for the day. I tried to remember some good things that happened today. Just little things here and there. Like the smiles on my first grade students' faces as they made Valentine cards for their moms.

Another nice thing is my husband. He keeps interrupting me and asking me to come out and hear what he is writing. He's a composer and is working on some music for a DVD. It's kind of classical/olympic music. It's beautiful.

So if this post is a little disjointed I'll blame it on him. Have a great evening. Don't go to bed at night without thinking of some good things about the day---no matter how small!

Cody Lost His New Job

On the 4th day of Cody's new job he sold a motorcycle! We were proud of him. On the fifth day (today) he called in sick. He was sick. But he should have gone in sick. Because his boss fired him. I will mention that he was out for one afternoon because he had to go to court. Sigh. I do suppose that asking off twice in 4 days might not be the right thing for a one's first week on the job.

I'm still in shock. I had such high hopes.

My Secret Son

I have a secret son. Not many people know about him. He lives in Mexico and he is 5 years old. I “adopted” him through an organization called Compassion International. For a small monthly fee on my part, Javier is provided with food, clothing, and school. He is also learning that he is not alone in the world. There is a God who loves him. And so do I.

I had such a hectic week. Finally things slowed down tonight. I decided to relax for a little while and do something enjoyable…like read a blog or two. But as I slid into my chair and rolled up to my desk, I noticed the corner of a letter buried under some papers. I pulled out the contents and discovered it was a note from my "adopted" son. It had been sitting on my desk for three weeks. The letter was from Javier's teacher. (Javier is still learning to write.) She said that Javier wanted me to know that he liked school and had two cats.

Now even though Javier is adorable, I still wanted to read and relax. But something in my heart said, “Some things are more important than YOU." It takes a long time for our letters to reach one another, and if I don’t write for awhile, Javier has to wait about 6 months to get a letter. So I spent the evening with Javier. Just as I finished jotting down the last few words, Dylan walked by and said, “I’m going to bed…will you come in and say goodnight?”

So I gathered up my letter and Javier’s teacher’s letter and brought them in to Dylan’s room. I shared what I was doing and Dylan listened. (I haven’t been very good at including my son’s in this project). Dylan was interested in some of the Spanish sentences, because he is studying Spanish in school. When Dylan finished looking at the letters, he slipped under his covers. Then he prayed a little prayer and asked God to be with Javier.

I guess I spent the evening doing the right thing. Sometimes making a small choice (to think about someone else instead of my own problems) can bring an unexpected blessing. Now, as I write these words my heart is peaceful. Dylan is asleep. And far away in Mexico, Javier sleeps… surrounded by a little prayer.

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