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Memories

No one sent any of their writing exercises in, so there is no need to share.

I wonder, should we even try these anymore?

(Shrug)

 

I happened upon a very interesting thing as I wrote my speech for the Outstanding Achievement Award that was given to me by LDS Storymakers.

(By the way, this honor blew my mind. I never expected it. There are many, many people who could win this. Many great people who have won–like Rick Walton–last year.)

So, while I was writing what I would say (because you know in advance about this) I figured out why I write for kids.

The truth is, I have a very 12-yr-old voice.

I remember parts of when I was twelve.

And, while I won’t share it here, when I was writing this acceptance speech I knew the MOMENT I became twelve forever.

 

How the world was upside down because two important people in my life  were both so ill. Both in hospitals. One in Orlando. One in Daytona. We lived in Longwood, right in the middle between these two hospitals that were more than 56 miles apart.

My family and I would drive back and forth, after I got out of school, nearly every day to see these loved ones.

 

I must have been tired.

Because one day my best friend Vickie Finlay said, “You shouldn’t be going every day. This isn’t something a kid should be doing.”

I can’t remember what classroom we were sitting in. But she turned around in her seat to tell me that. “Carol. Only your mom should be doing that.”

 

Have any of you ever felt like writing a memoir?

I know my dear friend Claudia Mills has. In fact she has an amazing first line that makes you laugh and feel sorrow at the same time. She is a terrific writer.

Anyway, some days, I think, ‘Should I tell my story? Do I make it official? Do I have enough memories? Do I want those memories coming back?’

I’m not sure.

Plus, there is this fact: I know my truth seeps out and into my writing.

Do I need anything more?

 

Here’s another thing: The Olivers–that line Nanny came from–could hold a grudge forever.

I have tried to not do that because I mostly love people, but there have been a few individuals, a handful, that I have gotten angry with and kept the fury-flame a-burning because that person–who probably never thinks about me–deserves my fury. For example, the woman who has caused me so much grief these past two months.

I should be angry with her!

I have no place to live!

And she’s the kind of person who would walk around Macey’s grocery store in her wedding dress and not buy anything. (I know this for a fact.)

(PS I have decided to stay angry a little longer. I will let this go when I am no longer panicked about  where we will go. I will stop my Southern Turnip Curse when all my stuff has been safely placed in my forever home. I will quit telling others what I hope happens to this woman once we move to a good place. I promise!)

 

That said

these grudges aren’t so great.

One of my family members hasn’t spoken to me–really spoken to me–in more than sixteen years.

And now her children, who meant the world to me–haven’t spoken to me in several years. Not one of them.

I am missing out on their lives.

Yes, this story, bits of it will wind up in books.

But.

 

I think of how Ann Dee adores her mom.

That’s the way life should be.

 

I guess what I am saying is, even more important than all the books I have published or all the awards–and I have been very, very proud of these things–is who I am on the inside and my children. In the end, no books will circle my deathbed. Only my children and their families will. The Chosen One will not kiss me goodbye. Carolina Autumn will not hold my hand. Waiting will not tell me to “Go toward the light.”

Only my girls will.

Plus maybe my best friends (I have a few).

This will be my reward.

 

So I must do better. At all of it.

(Except the couple of grudge holding bits)

 

 

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How Did You Do?

I hope the two week writing marathon was fun for you and you accomplished your goals. I didn’t get everything done. But during the writing, I saw  my book had a flaw, and when I went back through it in my mind I realized exactly where I went wrong.

A shift here, a shift there and the book goes into my agent.

So far we have six people planning on coming to the reading/dinner. For those of you who have food allergies, there is no set plan on the menu. You may choose what you want to eat.

If this is successful, I think this might be a fun place to gather and be writers and do readings and talk books.

So mark your calendars: April 8, 7:00 pm, Station 22.

(Ann Dee, is that right? It may be 7:30. It’s whatever time I told you before!)

FYI–a note about Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers (www.wifyr.com). Steve Fraser is one of the agents returning to the conference. For attendees only–there is the chance to win a Chat about Your Career with him.

Also, the WIFYR writing contest with a $1000 prize–there’s something new. The winner will be considered for publication by Familius. Cheri Pray Earl and I have a series coming out with them, starting this year. We’re excited about the possibilities with this new publishing company.

Don’t forget to mark your calendars for the Writing for Charity event (April 27, at UVU) and for LDS Storymakers conference (in May).

Plus–we’re thinking of having a charity event, too. This will be several hours of writing and will end with a dance. As details unfold, we’ll let you know.

Now, I am off to court with Kyra.

And then back to pack and finish up my novel.

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