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I'm an elderly retired teacher who writes. Among my books are Ferradiddledumday (Appalachian version of the Rumpelstiltskin story), Stuck (middle grade paranormal novel), Patches on the Same Quilt (novel set in Franklin County, VA), Them That Go (an Appalachian novel), and several Kindle ebooks.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Show & Tell & Tea & Stitches

My kid lit crit group met yesterday around Claudia's kitchen table. For the first time since we organized, we didn't critique each other's work. It was more of a show-and-tell time.



Amy told us some of the things she'd learned at the SCBWI convention in New York—and gave us handouts of the highlights and nifty little journals filled with writing quotes. She's now in the process of rewriting her middle-grade historical novel.

Claudia showed us the contracts she'd gotten from a greeting card company for a couple of her poems.

I showed Claudia and Amy the two books that Christine Blevins had sent me—Mistress of the Blue Ridge (which was published last summer) and an advanced reader copy of The Tory Widow (which will come out in April). I also showed them the neat little goodies that Christine had packed in the box—lavender water, a hankie, tea.


Claudia just happened to have a tea ball and a teapot handy. Soon we were sipping some really good tea.

OK, this isn't the best picture of us, but you get the idea that we were having a good time.

So, Christine, if you're reading this, please know that your tea was enjoyed by all three of us.

I'm only halfway through Midwife of the Blue Ridge, but I like what I've read so far and hope to have the review posted within two weeks.

This has been a busy week. Monday, I finished critiquing Sally's whole manuscript (her second Smith Mountain Lake murder mystery). Tuesday, I finished
critiquing the last chapter of "Duke" Daly's detective story (which takes place at a lake suspiciously like Smith Mountain Lake). I still have to do a couple of manuscripts for the young writers that I mentor, though.

On non-literary matters, I took Foxy to the vet today to get her stitches removed. The vet told me he's done several fibrosarcoma removals in which the cancer didn't return.

Foxy was actually running through the house this morning—she's telling me she really wants to go out. Maybe tomorrow. . . .
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4 Comments:

Blogger Amy Tate said...

Oh horrors! That picture looks like I've had something other than tea! The time together was fun - I needed it. Thank you!

4:21 PM  
Anonymous Claudia said...

You both look great! My house looks ok, even though there was an inch of dust everywhere! The picture of me is enough to make me quit eating for a few months! UGH!
But a great post, a wonderful time, and I loved that tea!!!!
Thanks girls for another lovely break from the doldrums!

8:41 AM  
Blogger Debi Kelly Van Cleave said...

Wah! I wish I could have made it!

www.GreenerPastures--ACityGirlGoesCountry.blogspot.com

12:17 AM  
Blogger Becky Mushko said...

We missed you, Debi. Maybe next time.

3:42 AM  

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