A 21-pen salute to Michael Hyatt for this link: 
50 FREE RESOURCES TO IMPROVE YOUR WRITING
This link is actually ONE of the 50: 100 Useful Web Tools for Writers
A 21-pen salute to Michael Hyatt for this link: 
50 FREE RESOURCES TO IMPROVE YOUR WRITING
This link is actually ONE of the 50: 100 Useful Web Tools for Writers
“The late and wonderful Donald Graves once said, “anything we ask children to do must be for us first.”
I believe that we must experience and analyze what we are asking children to complete in our classrooms, and perhaps more importantly, what we ask them to do in their out-of-class lives. This is easier said than done! When we are able to bring our own intellectual lives vividly into the classroom, we can uncover, unpack, and explore the process with our students in ways far richer than any teachers manual could provide.
After all, how can we we encourage our children to read critically, scrutinizing the most complex and abstract elements of text, if we are not prepared to rise to the occasion? We need to walk our talk. Please do not forget the source of our most po
werful teaching comes from mining our own literacy lives. “
The above quote comes from a blog post written by Angela Maiers of Angela Maiers Educational Service. Angela, who has over 20 years in the teaching trenches, now works as a consultant in literacy, learning, and 21st century education. She’s written books, articles, and curriculum support materials; in fact, her newest book, Classroom Habitudes, will be available this month. And if I seem like an Angela Maiers groupie, no apology…I am. She’s provided more information, resources, and motivation in the one year I’ve followed her blog than I’ve encountered in any professional development workshops I’ve attended over the past five years.[Don't tell her, but I think Angela is one of a set of identical triplets because I'm confounded by how much she accomplishes...]
Angela challenges me, in positive and productive ways, to be a better teacher. So, when I read this particular blog post, I grew excited because my students had been participating in some of these very processes. It was an Angela-validating moment.
At the beginning of this school year, I’d asked my students to have a book or magazine they wanted to read with them daily. Not a textbook and not a magazine with fold-out anatomically correct photos, and if they didn’t have a book with them, they’d be able to select one from my bookshelf.
Two or three days a week, for ten minutes, I planned to have students read. Just read. Initially and understandably, they were confused. Predictable questions followed: “Is there going to be a test? Will we have to write about or talk about what we’re reading? What if we don’t finish what we’re reading? How are we getting a grade? Are you SURE there’s no test?”
No test. No writing. No talking. No having to finish what you started. Yes, I’m sure.
This concept of reading simply for the sake of reading was almost foreign to them. As a teacher, I’ll own being responsible for this confusion because so much of what happens in a classroom is not for the sake of pure enjoyment. It’s about the grade. But that’s another issue, at least for now.
Walk into my classroom on these reading days and you will hear nothing. Well, exluding the huge sigh of the air conditioner as it kicks off. This silence is absolutely glorious. Not because my students are quiet. It’s because they’re engaged and quiet. I’m not a teacher who believes learning takes place in silent classrooms. So, I don’t promote quiet for the sake of quiet. But on these reading days, I’m so psyched by their involvement in their books, that I feel guilty having to tell them time’s up. Sometimes, I extend the ten minutes to fifteen or twenty.
Unless I’m compelled to attend to some other teacher business during that time, I’m reading with them. Too many students never see an adult in their home ever read. I want them to see that I’m reading, and what I’m reading. A few months ago, I was rabidly attempting to finish the Twilight series before half my students spilled the plot to me. Some days I’m reading professional development books,Writer’s Digest, or other magazines or books about writing. When the time’s up, I’ll ask students if they want to share anything about what they’ve read…positive or negative. If they don’t share, that’s not a problem. They know they’re not expected to, so there’s none of that uncomfortable squirming, direct eye contact avoidance behavior.
Before I’d started giving myself permission to read with my students, I’d already spent time writing with them. Years ago, I started this when I began teaching my Advanced Placement English classes. One day I realized I was doling out prompts to my students expecting them to face the time constraints and anxiety of having to write a lucid, well-developed, and organized essay. Without experiencing it myself, how could I pretend to understand what faced them? So, I’d sit in a student desk, and attack the prompt right along with them. If nothing else, they appreciated my willingness to humble myself and came to realize that writing can be a struggle at any age. I also think my participation in the challenge added credibility to my comments.
Then, a few years ago, when I began to seriously pursue my fiction writing, I began to share my writing with my students. Not so much to uphold what I wrote as a model, but to show them that writing can be a messy and frustrating process, one that may not result in anything worth the paper it was written on. At times, I think my scratchings reassured them that even teachers write poopy papers. What I hoped to demonstrate was that the power was in the process and the willingness to give and get feedback. And I hoped to show that them I wasn’t unwilling to do what I was asking them to do.
Too many teachers of reading and writing aren’t willing to read or write with their students. I’m amazed by the arrogance of some teachers who believe that their teaching certificate exempts them from having to participate in what they’re asking their students to do.
How can one effectively teach writing if one’s not struggling with the very process in his/her own writing? I realize that many teachers pursued a degree in English because of their passion for literature, not for writing. But the reality is, high school English teachers are expected to teach writing. When we bring ourselves t
o the classroom, our struggles and insecurities, I believe we’re sending a message to our students that learning isn’t so much about “covering” material as it is about “uncovering” it. Making the process transparent and even trusting our students in the way that we expect them to trust us.
Clearly, I don’t pretend that because I read and write with my students that I’ve reached educational nirvana. And certainly, I don’t pretend that I’m a better teacher than someone who chooses not to do the same.
What I do believe is what Angela said in this blog: “When we read and write for ourselves, collaborate and create with others around those experiences we can understand the learning process from the inside out-the best way.”
Rachelle Gardner, agent extraordinare, has a Mini-Contest [25-75 words] of SHOW, DON’T TELL.
Check it out at her site, Rants & Ramblings.
Tips on opening sentences from Alan Rinzler’s blog, The Book Deal.
As a writer, I sometimes live disconnected from the world my body actually inhabits. I watch people, notice their gestures, analyze how they sit or perch on a chair, assess how they dress, listen to their conversations. I’ve learned to dig into the belly of my purse for my notebook and write these observations because, otherwise, they’ll be fuzzy-edged memories. Other times, characters are moving about in my head, talking to one another or to me.
Writing splits me in half. No, maybe even not half. It makes me two people. My writer-person and my world-person struggle to inhabit my body simultaneously.
When I was struggling to finish my novel, I’d feel frozen until I could sit at my laptop and become Leah. To feel her life unfold in me, so I could release her and let her thoughts flow out of my fingers tips. Let her press the keys on the keyboard without too much thought. Not thoughtless, though. What I mean is, I couldn’t permit my world-self to step in and critique her thoughts. I had to allow her to exist in me so she could tell her story.
By the early morning, I’d feel emotionally exhausted. Not from the writing, but from the being. From being a vessel that could contain this woman’s story and have to open myself to her life.
It was only then that world-person could fall into bed and sleep. Dreaming, of course, of the next chapter.
WINNER OF THE 2008 BULWER-LYTTON FICTION CONTEST.……
Garrison Spik
Washington, D.C.
From their site:
An international literary parody contest, the competition honors the memory (if not the reputation) of Victorian novelist Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton (1803-1873). The goal of the contest is childishly simple: entrants are challenged to submit bad opening sentences to imaginary novels. Although best known for “The Last Days of Pompeii” (1834), which has been made into a movie three times, originating the expression “the pen is mightier than the sword,” and phrases like “the great unwashed” and “the almighty dollar,” Bulwer-Lytton opened his novel Paul Clifford (1830) with the immortal words that the “Peanuts” beagle Snoopy plagiarized for years, “It was a dark and stormy night.”
READ THE RUNNERS-UP AND OTHER DISHONORABLE MENTIONS HERE
with thanks to Marcus Goodyear for the heads up!
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