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Category: childhood
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How to Write Realist YA: Part 1
I am joined today by a guest blogger, a friend who was good enough to allow me to publish some of his musings on Young Adult Lit, and what the deep problems are in the genre, and why. He has asked me to withhold his name as he is concerned, perhaps rightly, about backlash from his views…
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Beautiful America: Growing Up Outside
One of the ways I have been blessed is to have spent an inordinate amount of my childhood running wild in the out of doors. My children, for over a decade, grew up on a small farm in New Hampshire, and I was able to capture some great memories for posterity with my camera. Kids…
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Free Story by Pam Uphoff!
It’s not mine, but I have talked a good bit about YA reads that are good, clean books. This fits the bill, and it has AI’s, sentient pets, a T-Rex, and lots of action. All that, and it’s free today, this week, so go scoop it up and enjoy, or give to your kids to…
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Young Science Fiction
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I’m working on a short story today, about a boy and his dog… and the boy’s spaceship. Then Dave Freer posted this: Zamzummims, where he laments the loss of Science Fiction Giants in the world of the young. We need writers who can give our children wonder, adventure, and a solid science in their fiction.…
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Sheer Twaddle
When I first started writing stories for my children, my ex-husband looked at them and said “you’re using too many big words, you know.” Well, since I was told in highschool by my English teacher to stop using so many big words, this stung, and I started looking into how to write for children. After…
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Inspiring Children
I was invited to guest-blog over at Greta Burrough’s blog today, and I wrote a piece for her movement to inspire children to read, one book at a time. If you’re looking for ideas on how to get your children, or library patrons, or your students, to read more, head on over, and make sure…
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Book Hunting
One of the reasons I write is that I love to read. My Mom tells me I learned how to read at four, but I honestly don’t remember a time when I couldn’t read. Mom may have regretted teaching me, because what I do remember is her trying to slow me down or keep me…
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