Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Road trip: Writers workshop

Rosie has another one of her  Great Ideas  this morning. it was for another road trip to a writers conference up in the north woods, to write and visit Reesie.

Unfortunately, the only time JC could take off was in the summer so they made it for July.  LoNoWriMo. the local novel writing month, challenge starts on July 1st at 12 am.   30 days of nothing but novel writing.  50,000 words minimum.   Amy put her son into a month long summer camp on Lake Peealotta. near the Canadian border, so it was convenient for her to come as well.  Reese fired up the rock star bus and brought her youngest daughter with her for some much needed fishing, swimming and R&R. 

Rosie knew the backwoods well and snagged some prime real estate on Lake FoggyOften.  Everyone had their own suite overlooking the lake and there was a floor to ceiling fireplace to gather and write around on the north side of the lodge. The east side was all glass, showcasing the Lake.  The North side was mason work of gorgeous Canadian granite and Pine cross beams.

Yeah something like that...

They planned to arrive for the night before July 1st. so they could stay up and drink wine and giggle around till Midnight to start their novels.   Reese had brought large white boards for outlining her novel.  JC had a bunch of yellow sheets of legal paper bound up in a folder, Rosie had it all in her head and Amy brought some doodles she had done of the different chapters in her book.

The lodge's large grandfather clock stood there ticking as it got closer to Midnight.  They had been laughing loud and long and finally quieted down as they looked expectantly to JC.

GOOOO! he said. with his best baritone vigor.


When suddenly there is a sound overheard of a twin engine sea plane skimming the roof.  They run to the windows and to the door in time to see the plane land deftly near the pier and a lone passenger pop out.

FLY!!  We didn't think he would make it, he said he couldn't come, but there he was!  Ready to write and draw and create chaos out of tranquility.

woo hoo. suddenly they were five strong.


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