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Corey Stixrud
Welcome back! Hopefully
the past few months were
full of opportunities to
write, to read, to experience
life in some eventful
way (fodder for future
great writing?) or perhaps
simply to carve out a few
moments to luxuriate in
some serious down time,
to "lean and loafe at [your]
ease," as Whitman puts it,
"observing a spear of summer
grass." Such a gift, is
summer.
In June and July, I had
the precious opportunity
to write five hours a day
amidst a group of middle
schoolers for five weeks.
It was a classroom, to be
sure, but the beauty of the
curriculum was that writing
was heart and center. We
had time to "do nothing"
except talk, and sketch,
and read, and imagine, and
play with words, and write,
and share, and revise, and
publish. The experience
was a bit like a Hollywood
movie: We laughed, we
cried, we struggled, we
bonded...and eventually
we rode (wrote?) off into
the sunset, having experienced
the transformative
power of writing. It was
a beautiful thing. I have a
feeling that some of these
summer school students
will be joining us at our
monthly YWW meetings
in the near future.
I know for a fact that
some of you pursued your
knowledge and practice of
writing as well this summer.
How do I know? Because
I saw you at our big annual
conference in early
August! I was gratified to
hear of one instructor telling
a precocious YWW
that she couldn't have paid
her to ask better and more
thoughtful questions during
the instructor's workshop!
Nice. Some of you
brought your stories, some
of you brought your poetry,
some of you chatted with
workshop presenters and
acquisition editors, but all
of you who came brought
your talent, your quick
minds, and your obvious
enthusiasm for writing to
the event. I look forward
to hearing more about your
conference experiences at
our next meeting.
Which leads us directly
to our big, exciting "youheard-
it-here-first" news:
our September YWW
guest! I met Marni Bates
three years ago at the Willamette
Writers conference,
and even back then it was
clear that she was destined
for great things. She was
about to start her freshman
year at Lewis & Clark College,
and she had recently
published her autobiography,
Marni: My True Story
of Stress, Hair-Pulling, and
Other Obsessions. You
know how some people, for
whatever reason, just stand
out from the crowd? Marni
has a unique combination of
keen talent, relentless drive,
refreshing honesty, and a
warm presence that makes
her a rising (and muchdeserving)
literary star.
Marni caused quite a stir
at this year's WW Conference
when it became clear
that more than a couple
of agents had her in their
sights. Well, I'm happy to
announce that Marni now
has both the agent of her
choice and a bright career
ahead...and I'm not the least
bit surprised! Please come
to our meeting at The Old
Church on September 7th
at 7:00 p.m. to hear Marni
share her journey as an
amazing young writer. I'm
smitten with you, Marni
Bates!
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Young Willamette Writers meets at the same time and place as the adult
meeting: 7 p.m. on the first Tuesday of every month at the Old Church (the corner of SW 11th and Clay, near PSU). Our
next meeting will be on September 7th. Feel
free to bring a friend. See you there!
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During one of our classes, one student wrote the first line of a poem then passed their paper
to the next person who wrote the second line, and so forth around the room. The students wrote the poems quickly, drawing
on their instincts. Their poems are presented to honor their way with words.
Joni, joni-h@comcast.net.
Play
We play outside and
Never stand doing nothing
Trust me, I'm not bluffing
It's fun to swing
Entertaining just to run around
I cook "food" with dirt and petals
Pretend play. . .that's the thing
That makes me happy
It's fun to cook
Even without a kettle.
Flower Magic
The roses had dew on their petals
Like sprinkles on a cake
This is what only nature can do,
That man could never make
Whenever I could, I stole a glance at them
No matter how many times
My Mom told me to wait
They are true magic
That makes these roses beautiful,
As though they have wing
But they can not fly in the air
To share the clouds with birds
The Wind
Swiftly, swiftly blew the wind
As it flew across the pond
Green grass blades swayed with the wind
And they shimmered as always
But this time there were no swans
Just frogs and muskrats
And with them jumps and dives
The pond was not lonely.
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The C Whitcomb Scholarship for High School
Teachers and Students offers students and teachers a free day at the Willamette Writers
Conference in August 2010. Enter the C. Whitcomb Conference Scholarship Contest by nominating
your best writing student(s). If your student wins, so do you. You'll both be awarded a
day at the Willamette Writers Conference, August 6-8,
2010 at the Airport Sheraton in Portland, OR.
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