Tuesday, December 27, 2016

I'm Blogging for WOW!

I'm proud to announce that I'm one of Women On Writing's newest bloggers for The Muffin.  This is a blog I've followed religiously since they hosted my online book tour a few years ago.

I fully encourage you to follow them.  However, I'll include my posts on this site for you to check out as well.

My first was on NaNoWriMo.  (click to access)

Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year!

Beth - 1
The Muffin - 1
My pathetic attempts at NaNoWriMo - 0

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Wise Words from Stephen King, Lois Lowry, and Geraldine Brooks

This post is WAY overdue, but I wanted to share the wise words and advice from three authors I had the privilege to see at the National Book Festival in September.

First, I got to see Stephen King.  I.  Got.  To.  See.  Stephen.  King!!!

My love affair with his books began when I was sixteen years old.  Bored with government, I sat at the back of the class and read Needful Things, Carrie, and The Stand.  His complex characters, the horrific villains that both shocked and intrigued me, and the psychological weirdness which permeates his books, sucked me in and made me a life-long fan.

Therefore, my emotions as I waited for him to come on stage can only be compared to the excitement and delight of a child waiting in line to see the real Santa Claus, or maybe a Walking Dead fan at Comic Con hoping to catch a glimpse of Norman Reedus .

King was a fantastic speaker, using the same wit present in his books, but he also made a compelling plea for his listeners to encourage our youth to read.  He had some great quotations and advice for aspiring authors and readers alike, which I'd like to share today.

Best Lines and Advice from Stephen King

1.  "Real men read."
2.  "I read to my kids to keep them from ripping the God damn house apart."
3.  "As reading declines, analytical thought declines.  We end up with people who have no nose for
4.  "People who read on the toilet, as far as I'm concerned, are good people."
5.  "Authors are like secret agents - we are supposed to observe you, and you aren't supposed to
      observe us."
6.  "Writers are liars."

And my personal favorite:  "Non-readers live only one, single life."

King spoke for almost an hour, and I hung on his every word.  I highly recommend seeing him speak if you ever get the chance.


Geraldine Brooks talked about the importance of researching before writing, and said that she tries to find true stories that have been largely unexplored for her books.  She also said:

"Find the singular - find the truth of the world." 

And: "We are all holy and broken to a certain extent."


The Giver, and the books which follow it, have always been some of my favorites, so I was happy to hear Lois Lowry speak for a second time.  

Lowry surprised me by saying that she does not read science fiction or fantasy, and does not consider her dystopian novels to fall under those categories.  She also told a lovely story of receiving a letter from a little girl, who thanked Lowry for the beautiful imagery in her books.  The girl said that she could see the setting so clearly and wanted to know how Lowery accomplished this feat.  The girl also said she had entered a writing contest and hoped to win. 

Months later, the little girl wrote Lowry again, and included a clipping from her local newspaper to show she had won the contest.  The title was something like: Local Blind Girl Wins Writing Contest.  Lowry thought back to the first letter she received from the girl, and was touched beyond words.

These stories and quotations resonated with me, and inspired me to keep writing.  Hopefully you've found them useful as well.  And if you've never been to the National Book Festival, go next year!  It's a great place for readers and writers alike!

Beth - 1
National Book Festival - 1

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Summer School

On behalf of all the summer school teachers out there, I'm happy accept the supreme honor of being a summer school  survivor.

Being a  survivor didn't come easily.  I started the three weeks off in a complete state of shock, stunned by the long, six-hour days, which I spent with the same students, hour after grueling hour.  Each morning, my stomach sank the moment I pulled into the parking lot of the school, knowing I was in for a rough day.

And boy, were the days rough.  Being that summer school was free this year, my class was packed to the brim with 28 freshman who had failed ninth grade English for one reason or another.  Those reasons were soon apparent.  There was the skipper.  The lazy smart kid.  The kid who has no motivation whatsoever.  The kid who would rather play soccer on his phone, who sat next to the kid who would rather read than do anything else.  The kid with a massive chip on his shoulder, the kid who thinks teachers are stupid, the kid who lives with his grandparents because his parents are God-knows-where, and the kid who comes in high every day after smoking up with his gang. Let's not forget the kid who is low and needs a lot of extra attention, the kid with the most severe case of ADHD on the planet, the kid who who scares me, and the kid so quiet that he probably slipped in and out of class each day unnoticed.  I had every one of these kids in my class.  Every one.  All by myself for the first two weeks.

Of the 30 students on my roster, two never showed up.  Eight dropped out before the two weeks were over.  One came every day except the last day, when the final project was due, and failed.  To say I will never understand most of them is a gross understatement.

I couldn't have survived summer school, however, without the incredible support of my co-worker Danielle, who shared her lesson plans with me to make the work-load more bearable, and of my friend Margot, who co-taught with me after she was done with her assignment and helped me laugh when I wanted to explode or cry.  I'd also like to thank my husband, kids, and parents, who put up with my whining and crying the whole time, because I know it was annoying.

And lastly, I'd like to thank my summer school students for making me appreciate all the grading and planning that goes into teaching my junior AP Language and Composition students.  I'll never take them for granted again.

Beth - 1
Summer School - KO

Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Adulting is Hard

Being an adult is hard.  Really hard.  Like so hard that I don't have the heart to tell my senior students that it's hard.  They'll figure it out eventually, and then the joke is on them.

You know how it goes, right?  You have to make an adult decision, you do a bunch of research to make sure you're making the right decision, and then you follow through with the decision.  And then you realize you made the wrong decision.  Pretty textbook.

I did this recently.  I was feeling pretty adult about my major decision, until I found a piece of information that slipped my attention during the "research" phase.  Then I did the adult thing by breaking down, sobbing to my husband that I'd made the wrong choice, and begging him to help me back out of it.  You know.  Adult.

The worst part is that sometimes backing out of adult decisions is expensive.  This one sure was.

Anyhoo, this brings me back to my main point, which is that being an adult is really hard.  And not fun.  And stressful.  But it does make you realize that making it through adulthood is okay as long as you have awesome people to support you.  My family has been incredibly supportive of my major adult blunder, assuring me that everyone makes mistakes.  Maybe they do, and maybe they don't, but I know I feel less crappy because of the people who love me.

So I may not be moving out of my parent's house as soon as I thought, but I know I've learned from this mistake, and I suppose that's an important part of adulting, too.

Also, wine helps.  And beer.

Just saying.

Beth - 0
Adulting - 0
Learning Experience - 1  

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Moving is Exciting and Expensive

We did it.  We moved.

Sure, my husband, two kids and I are temporarily shacking up with my parents, and the bedroom where I once spent my high-school years is now the room I share with my hubby, but we finally ditched the townhouse and are on our way to saving money for bigger and better things.

Moving is funny, really.  For instance, we lived in the townhouse for almost ten years, and simply put up with (ignored) light fixtures which needed replacing, crappy carpet that looked like it had gone twenty rounds with forty-two filthy cows, and a toilet paper holder that refused to stay on the wall.  Stains on the ceiling?  We didn't care.  Weeds taking over the backyard?  Psh.  We could live with it.  In fact, we could live with everything, until we had to sell it.

Turns out our house cleans up very nicely.  It's actually classy now that we've moved out.

Unfortunately, the amount of money we've spent to purge ourselves of this unwanted townhouse is obscene.  Everything needed to fix up the house, to get it cleaned by maids, and to hire movers, far exceeded my expectations.  I cry every time I look at my empty savings account.

But deep down, I think it's worth it.  We'll get a fresh start in a new, single-family home, away from the congestion of Centreville.  Hopefully it will be somewhere that, when I look up at the sky, I can see a dark night full of stars, and the sounds I hear won't be the rush of cars on Rte 66, but instead the rustling of trees or hooting of owls.  Okay, that's cheesy and cliche, but you get the idea.

See-ya Centreville.  It's been real.

Beth - 1
Dumpy townhouse we couldn't be happier to get rid of - 0
Maids, Movers and Repair-men - $1,000,000,000