Monthly Archives: March 2011

What Do You Think?

Yesterday’s post made people think.

Today’s writing exercise should make you think, too. And right along those controversial lines.

Answer these questions for yourself, share your answers if you’d like. Let’s think mostly young adult books when we answers these questions. Even if you’re a picture book writer, put your mind to the test and see what you think.


What is edgy writing to you?

Do you want to write edgy stuff?

Is that okay?

How far will you go in your writing?

Is there a place that is too far?

Just what is it you will not write?

Why not?

Can things be too happy?

Too simple?

Too preachy?

Are those things (too preachy, too simple, too happy) okay to put in a book?

Do you have a moral right to keep books from others?

What do you think about the banning of books?

Is censorship appropriate?


Morally, do you have an obligation to write different stories than what you are writing (whether they be lighter or darker)?

What is your ultimate goal when you sit down to write?

Is everyone really entitled to their own opinions?

Some people think we have too much dark in the world and that writers should not contribute to that. What do you think?




We’ve chosen a date for the marathon but Ann Dee’s gonna tell you ’cause I have to go get dressed. Have you started preparing for that three-day writing extravaganza?


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Room on the Shelf: Why Edgy Books BELONG in Young Adult Fiction by Guest blogger extraordinaire, Cherylynne Bago

Cher-y-lynne {sher-uhl-lin} –noun 1. One who formerly sold and recommended children’s books at a bookstore; a specialist in young adult, middle grade, and picture books. 2. A para-educator at a middle school. 3. A struggling young adult writer. 4. A lover of chocolate and popcorn. Archaic: An Audiology and Speech Language Pathology major at Brigham Young University.

I thought I’d talk about why teens should (not just “should be allowed to” but “should”) read edgy books.
Let’s face it, the teenage years are difficult. You feel like an adult, but adults treat you like a child. You’re supposed to make decisions that will affect the rest of your life before you’ve even figured out what kind of person you’re going to be. Peer pressure is a constant in your life, and everything that you either give into or walk away from determines your reputation, and your reputation is everything. Add to this the fact that your hormones are completely psychotic and over-the-top, and…well, let’s just say that you couldn’t pay me enough to relive those years. 

Now, I can see why parents don’t want their children reading certain books. They’re trying to protect them, keep them from learning about particular evils in the world, keept them as pure as possible for as long as possible.

I hate to break it to you, though, but teens have already been exposed. Unless your child never leaves the house, never speaks to peers, never watches TV or listens to music, they’ve been exposed. I was hearing explicit sex jokes in the third grade. Being fairly innocent, I didn’t know what they were, and just laughed along with everyone else in order to fit in…I didn’t actually understand those jokes until years later.

“Well, I can’t stop that kind of exposure, but books are something I can control, so I should control it.” I disagree. The difference between books and movies or lewd jokes is that books generally work themselves out. They take these issues and work through them. Edgy YA that is done well is a constructive way of working through these kinds of problems. Even if the character makes the wrong choices, we are able to watch it, from a safe distance, and point out exactly what they did wrong.

Now consider how much more likely a teen is to make the right decision when they’ve essentially “lived through” the wrong decision.

No matter how much we would like them to, teenagers are VERY unlikely to come to adults to figure out their problems. They want nothing to do with adults. How limited will they be if they only have the advice from their peers? I admit, edgy YA books are a hidden way of getting teens to take advice from adults. And as long as the moral isn’t heavy-handed or didactic, TEENS WILL LISTEN.

I really think we need to change our views on edgy young adult fiction. It’s not damaging our teens. It’s giving them an opportunity to work through bad decisions and difficult times without negatively affecting their lives.


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What to do on a research trip

“On my street” is not the greatest first line. I wish I could revise it now that Carol posted it. Sometime I wish I could revise both my published novels. Especially when I do readings and mid-sentence I realize how dumb I am sounding and why did I put that word there? And why do I keep repeating myself? But by then, it’s too late.

Hmm. That’s depressing. I think I could revise forever and I’d still feel like an idiot every time I did a reading.  Sometimes I feel like words are coming out of my mouth and people are sitting there but they have no idea what I’m saying or why I’m saying it or why someone decided to publish this book and I want to stop reading but I can’t because I have to fill up more time and then I start reading faster and then I see my husband give me the slow down signal and I’m like, you slow down. And he’s like I’m not up there reading from my book and I’m like so and he’s like slow down and I’m like oh yeah and  by that time I’m almost through twenty pages.

Hmmm. So last weekend Cameron and I took a research trip for my upcoming book. This is our second trip scouting the area and I realized, mid-trip, that I was making some of the same mistakes I made the trip before. This is no good. Especially if you have limited time and a weekend babysitter. You have to plan and you have to be wise. Even it’s not your personality. Next time I am going to be much better prepared. Here are a few things I learned:

1. Go with a list. I hate lists. But go with a list. The first time we went, I hadn’t written the book. I had written some of it but not a lot and it was more of an inspiration trip if anything. As we drove into the town, I kept seeing fascinating details in the landscape, the setting. I was in awe of the desolation and the beauty and the eeriness of the place. After awhile (duh) I realized I should be writing down what I was seeing. So I grabbed a pen and started writing on a scrap of paper that was in the car. Then I lost the paper.

As I write this, I realize this might not be a helpful post because I am seeing how I am sort of a grade a moron. Like isn’t it common sense to take notes? To be the slightest bit prepared? To maybe err, you know, have some kind of system before you go? A notebook? Something that’s not going to fly out the door when you stop for cheetos?  If you feel sad for me, please come organize my closet.

Anyway, I was doing the same thing again this weekend when I realized that I needed a formal list. Something that categorized all the things I wanted to know, all the things I wanted to see and remember. What was it like driving into town? How did I feel this time as opposed to last time (different time of year, different landscape (completely) and that makes a difference if your book takes place over a year or so). What are the names of things? I want to get it right. What is the name of the gas station, the general store, the cafe where we ate? How do the people look? How do they treat me when I ask stupid tourist questions? How does the landscape fit the town and vice versa? What makes this town different? In the case of this novel, the setting is extremely important. I want it to feel real and true to my characters and how they would react in this town. I should have come with these questions all ready to go.

2. Check the weather. I wanted to go down this second time because the end of the book happens right at this time of year. I wanted a feel for it. I wanted to see if the MC could actually physically do the things that I had her doing. I knew it would be cold down there but I didn’t realize how cold. We were ummm, a little unprepared. Especially since part of the research involved hiking and a tiny bit of climbing (I made Cam do that).

At the beginning of one of our hikes, it felt like we were going to be fine. There was a little snow, some mud here and there, but all in all, no problem. We’d done the same hike last summer and I felt confident it wouldn’t be a problem.  Ha ha hardy ha ha. About ten minutes into it, the snow got deeper. And in some places deep deeper. This would have been fine if we’d had snow shoes (which we own but didn’t bring). So my foot kept breaking through the snow and I’d be almost hip deep. This was NOT FUN. At all. I almost cried. Cam pulled me up and then we’d both go back in. This was discouraging. Enlightening, but discouraging. It added a whole layer to the story I thought I was getting right but clearly, if the snow pack was standard for that time of year, was wrong. So check the weather and be prepared.

3. Don’t be pregnant. Just kidding. You should be pregnant if you want but you don’t have to.


What I’m trying to say is, give yourself a break. I kept getting discouraged because I wanted to go faster and get things figured out better but then it was taking more time. And things weren’t where they were supposed to be.  And I had to keep taking rests. And my pants were too tight. You know, that sort of thing. All of this is good. Very good. But I needed to be realistic about what could and couldn’t be accomplished on the trip given the time and physical contraints.

4. Remember it’s fiction. Cam had to keep reminding me of that. Again, I’ve never written a book where setting is so important. Because of that I felt like I had to know everything. Make sure it all fit. As we drove around the town I was trying to find a house that would be a good fit for my MC (the locals liked it when we drove slowly back and forth in front of their house).  None of the houses matched what I’d seen in my head. What am I going to do? I said–in a frenzied panic as usual.

Umm, he said, make it up?

Make it up?

That’s what you do, right? Make things up.

Make things up. Can I do that with a real town? I found out that, oh yeah, I can.

It’s important to get things right as much as you can but more important is to tell an honest story. A story that matters.

I think that’s all for now. We had a great adventure, I’ll tell you and it was well worth the soggy socks and aching legs. If you ever have a chance to go on a research book trip, I highly recommend it.


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Great First Lines

Okay, so here’s the contest I mentioned last week.

Have you all entered this first line contest? Even thought about it?

Well, I’ve decided to try right here. Right now, off the top of my head. Giving myself five minutes, I’m going to write as many first lines as I can.

1. Jimmy Frombey carried the hand axe as a concealed weapon.

2. Before the car had completely stopped, I saw the passenger door open and a girl, a young girl, fell to the pavement.

3. “You owe me lunch money,” Daddy said.

(Think of something happy. Think of something happy.)

4. Carolina stood at the top of the hill and looked down at her destination–the softball diamond.

5. All my life I knew something wasn’t right just because of his stories.

6. “Bring the hamster,” Ralphie said.

7.  I pried off the belly button of the piggy bank and poured a pile of change and wrinkled dollar bills onto the bedspread.

8. If your sister tells you shouldn’t, she might just be right.

9. I’d never realized just how heavy a gun is.

10. I stood on the window ledge, wondering if the wings would hold me.

Okay–so there. I thought that I would just be able to throw words together but I found, knowing that these were all going to be first lines, that I needed to think about this.

That was an interesting exercise. You should all try that. Yes. Now. Five minutes.


Please send in your results.

Anyway, I could see writing first lines as an exercise for a few minutes each day and maybe getting good at it.

So last week, at some point, somewhere (it might have been here), I talked about how I know an editor who set a novel aside after reading just one sentence. One. One! I had a lot of respect for that editor. She worked at a house where strong writing was important. It’s  something that’s stuck in the back of my brain for many years. Especially when I couple that talk to one I heard from Richard Peck who said, “You are no better than your first line.” He then gave a marvelous, marvelous speech about writing well and talked about ways to not start your story, including never with description. That editor I just mentioned, she said to never start with a dream. And yes, I’ve started books both ways and I still agree with Richard and the editor.

What I know about first lines is that if I don’t find a good one when I open a book, and if the next paragraph doesn’t pick up, and then when I turn to the middle of the novel if the writing doesn’t prove pretty darn good (according to my standards), I’m done. Our first line is sort of a promise of things to come for the book.

Here are some great first lines (and everyone should be able to guess what my first terrific line will be!):

“We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck.” FEED by MT Anderson

“I was born with a light covering of fur.” LIAR by Justine Larbalestier

“On my street.” EVERYTHING IS FINE by Ann Dee Ellis

“I wake up barefoot, standing on cold slate tiles.” WHITE CAT by Holly Black

“Milo wasn’t the first boy to kiss me but he was the first one to bite me.” A DANCE FOR THREE by Louise Plummer

“I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.” One of my favorite editors  worked on this book, SHIVER, by Maggie Stiefvater.

“They say that just before you die your whole life flashes before your eyes, but that’s not how it happened to me.” BEFORE I FALL by Lauren Oliver

“Sometimes magic turns up in unexpected places.” ONE SQUARE INCH by Claudia Mills.

There’s a question raised by each sentence. You wonder ‘why’ or ‘what’ or ‘are you kidding me’ or you think ‘I don’t get it.’ Good writing makes us wonder.

So I used to read like crazy and now I feel like I work like crazy and I’m too tired to read like I used to. A fine first line makes me believe the time I will spend with the book will be worth it.

Okay, so here are the first three lines to my last three novels:

“If I was going to kill the prophet,” I say, not even keeping my voice low, “I’d do it in Africa.” THE CHOSEN ONE

“In one moment it is over.” GLIMPSE

“There are mice.” MILES FROM ORDINARY

Another thing. At the book signing on Saturday when the very nice man named Mark asked me what my main character’s last name was in MILES FROM ORDINARY, I couldn’t remember. “I’m working on two other novels right now,” I told him. “I’ve already forgotten.”

It’s kind of like, when I finish a book I don’t want to look back a lot. I so love (and hate) the writing process, and it feels so right (or horrible) when the words are going down on the page. But when I look at what I’ve written I feel a bit uncomfortable. Like, I could have done better.


So go start your own first lines.


I mean it.


Why are you still reading??????


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