Dear Friends,
I haven't written in a very long time because Christmas and New Year came and went, followed by Lauren McKnight from Australia, and several other small adventures, like catching a cold and watching embarassing amounts of Charles in Charge and writing in coffee shops. My computer has died now, unceremoniously--as previously mentioned, the b and v buttons gave out, then the spacebar expire, and now the drive has ceased to function. I need to find a repairman fluent in Swedish, as my language settings are currently set to my native language with little hope of change.
As for school, my newspaper crew has doubled, and I am currently teaching three novels in two different classes. How do I manage, you ask? I had given out the copies of Lois Lowry's The Giver to my first seventh grade but when I got there, the cupboard was bare, and so my poor second seventh grade had none. Instead they received Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. That is all well and good, except I am starting to get them confused and I does perturb me slightly that I haven't the faintest idea how to teach a novel.
The one thing that pleases me most at the moment is my netbook, on which I have written a great deal. For the past few days I have worked on my story and even managed a few details on a short story idea, and you know how I struggle with short stories.
Mainly, I have been focusing on using description to further the plot, as every element must play a part and turn back to the cohesive whole.
I haven't written in a very long time because Christmas and New Year came and went, followed by Lauren McKnight from Australia, and several other small adventures, like catching a cold and watching embarassing amounts of Charles in Charge and writing in coffee shops. My computer has died now, unceremoniously--as previously mentioned, the b and v buttons gave out, then the spacebar expire, and now the drive has ceased to function. I need to find a repairman fluent in Swedish, as my language settings are currently set to my native language with little hope of change.
As for school, my newspaper crew has doubled, and I am currently teaching three novels in two different classes. How do I manage, you ask? I had given out the copies of Lois Lowry's The Giver to my first seventh grade but when I got there, the cupboard was bare, and so my poor second seventh grade had none. Instead they received Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time. That is all well and good, except I am starting to get them confused and I does perturb me slightly that I haven't the faintest idea how to teach a novel.
The one thing that pleases me most at the moment is my netbook, on which I have written a great deal. For the past few days I have worked on my story and even managed a few details on a short story idea, and you know how I struggle with short stories.
Mainly, I have been focusing on using description to further the plot, as every element must play a part and turn back to the cohesive whole.
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