tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post562888894026222713..comments2024-03-17T12:30:03.009-05:00Comments on Teaching Authors--6 Children's Authors Who Also Teach Writing: Life is What Happens While You're Making Other Plans...Happy Poetry Friday!Carmela Martinohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15543808551988338496noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-53255785939301292712012-10-14T13:26:34.199-05:002012-10-14T13:26:34.199-05:00Laura—I love "writers dream up this ideal ver...Laura—I love "writers dream up this ideal version in their minds of the book they are writing on. Part of the process is letting go of that vision and writing the books that wants to be written." Well, this has certainly been true for me in other projects...<br /><br />Myra ~ I'm honored that you'll share this with your PhD students! :-)<br /><br />Linda ~ Perhaps opening up to everyone like this is, indeed, a "small hop in the direction that takes the book onward"<br /><br />Betsy ~ I love this: "Sometimes things are just not ready for us even when we feel ready for them."<br /><br />Ruth ~ Thank you for this: "Some day you'll finish it, or you'll learn what you need to from it that will make your next project even greater."<br />April Halprin Waylandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10760393691320267240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-28914798269466385842012-10-14T07:05:21.392-05:002012-10-14T07:05:21.392-05:00I can really relate to the feeling of shame about ...I can really relate to the feeling of shame about unfinished projects. Some day you'll finish it, or you'll learn what you need to from it that will make your next project even greater.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463332371535167975noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-684718342875698532012-10-13T14:51:02.845-05:002012-10-13T14:51:02.845-05:00You speak so much truth here. Sometimes things are...You speak so much truth here. Sometimes things are just not ready for us even when we feel ready for them. I hope it comes in for that tea soon, it sounds like a cozy place in your poem.Betsy Hubbardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10492340502962987362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-69429510430979208332012-10-12T21:55:12.583-05:002012-10-12T21:55:12.583-05:00It seems you have quite a gathering here today bec...It seems you have quite a gathering here today because of the words you shared, April. I liked your honesty that the book is waiting, and that seems okay, even when you write "though I offer it a place on the couch<br />and a cup of hot tea." Perhaps this will be a small hop in the direction that takes the book onward? Best wishes.Linda Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14983144542632353870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-40069685910882018422012-10-12T20:30:51.824-05:002012-10-12T20:30:51.824-05:00Hi there dear April. I fell in love with your poem...Hi there dear April. I fell in love with your poem. I shall share it with my PhD supervisees who must be struggling with their almost-PhD thesis out in the rain. If they can smell the tuberose then I'd get the drafts of their manuscripts soon. :)GatheringBookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04477710897574769648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-10024466547214315502012-10-12T20:14:38.364-05:002012-10-12T20:14:38.364-05:00...and dear Mary Ann and Jill...
your comments...a......and dear Mary Ann and Jill...<br />your comments...and the comments of the others on this blog...have been so helpful today. I really thought I was the only one filled with such shame.April Halprin Waylandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10760393691320267240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-8222833593521348462012-10-12T19:25:49.960-05:002012-10-12T19:25:49.960-05:00Dear Everyone Who's Stopped By,
Your comments...Dear Everyone Who's Stopped By,<br /><br />Your comments are heartening...I didn't realize that I wasn't alone on that porch...especially for so many years. I have been full of shame about it. So thank you for coming and sitting with me, Jama and Matt. And Tabatha and BJ, I love that quote, too...it IS something to strive for.<br /><br />Hannah Ruth, always nice to see you and thanks for your haunting, mysterious poem. It makes me want to know more.<br /><br />Janet, smack those mosquitoes-- kill the scary monster demons for all of us!<br /><br />Renee--I like your more aggressive almost-book and it's nose smushed against the window.<br /><br />And Joyce Ray--it makes me feel as if one day 100s of us will take our books' hands and walk off the porch with them...in a sort of author march to freedom.April Halprin Waylandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10760393691320267240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-38548194168985492732012-10-12T18:23:39.035-05:002012-10-12T18:23:39.035-05:00Love this poem, April. And, oh, I can relate to th...Love this poem, April. And, oh, I can relate to that wanting-to-have-written-the-book feeling. The darn things just want to take their own sweet time.Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18401873777944815512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-66018197589853740692012-10-12T18:03:13.682-05:002012-10-12T18:03:13.682-05:00April...We 'he been blogmates forever and didn...April...We 'he been blogmates forever and didn't. know that you and I share a case of being frightened by our own books and for almost as long... eleven years. I thought I was the only one. Thank you.mary ann rodmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13639787144894232298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-45095682815649537052012-10-12T17:31:53.901-05:002012-10-12T17:31:53.901-05:00Hi, April. I heard Laura Amy Schlitz speak at the ...Hi, April. I heard Laura Amy Schlitz speak at the Baltimore Book Festival recently. She talked about how writers dream up this ideal version in their minds of the book they are writing on. Part of the process is letting go of that vision and writing the books that wants to be written. Your post reminded me of her wise words!Author Amokhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13636391982938592789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-27278955353109664652012-10-12T16:17:30.965-05:002012-10-12T16:17:30.965-05:00April, your porch must be a welcoming place for yo...April, your porch must be a welcoming place for your almost-book to even stay there. Perhaps it's gathering courage or waiting for you to prepare something necessary. I love your poem. My almost-book is waiting for me to add a chapter near the beginning. One day our almost-books will don their covers and move off the porch into readers' hands!Joyce Rayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02905709719444916488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-39909365410974502482012-10-12T12:29:44.239-05:002012-10-12T12:29:44.239-05:00Beautiful poem, April. And I loved the quote by Ra...Beautiful poem, April. And I loved the quote by Rajneesh. It would be wonderful to live in that mindful place all the time. It's something to strive for.BJ Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05810656260650783785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-78557685868416935802012-10-12T12:29:33.249-05:002012-10-12T12:29:33.249-05:00April, thank for your courage. Here's a haunt...April, thank for your courage. Here's a haunting:<br /><br /><br />The Gift of a Daughter<br /><br />If <br />I should let go <br />For a moment,<br />Are you able<br />To swim on your own?<br /><br />Why ask?<br />Long past your memory,<br />It was I who held<br />Your hand<br />As you floated freely.<br /><br /><br /><br />Hannah Ruth Wilde, All rights reserved, 2012Hannah Ruth Wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04228911011438576592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-35375964314364661992012-10-12T12:26:39.668-05:002012-10-12T12:26:39.668-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.BJ Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05810656260650783785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-83935218512695886862012-10-12T09:03:35.844-05:002012-10-12T09:03:35.844-05:00Just as "Beautiful Boy" was finishing up...Just as "Beautiful Boy" was finishing up and right after I'd opened this comment box, a mosquito came flying straight at me and I (Mosquito Magnet with "only" 3 recent bites) smashed it on my first clap. I wonder if that was a symbol of something--or just a mosquito? Goodbye Scary Thing(s)! Onward!Janet Wonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06335945237210886655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-29803788087562500532012-10-12T08:31:13.176-05:002012-10-12T08:31:13.176-05:00I'm not sure there's a writer out there wh...I'm not sure there's a writer out there who can't identify with this! Really enjoyed it, April.Matt Forrest Esenwinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230063389130167424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-19086176795806057342012-10-12T07:28:10.918-05:002012-10-12T07:28:10.918-05:00You exactly captured the feeling of an unfinished ...You exactly captured the feeling of an unfinished project waiting there for you. Wonderful poem. I have a book of poems on my porch, but it's a bit more aggressive, nose smushed up on the window, a big "Well??" expression on its face. Sigh.Renee LaTulippehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15858405241136190640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-61106154079460110252012-10-12T06:26:56.674-05:002012-10-12T06:26:56.674-05:00I love this poem, April! Also, the quote by Bhagwa...I love this poem, April! Also, the quote by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh. (I'm not sure how your almost-book can turn down a nice cup of tea! Maybe after the election...)Tabathahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14367572663591077922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3934041490878801751.post-49503192954677266802012-10-12T06:25:41.547-05:002012-10-12T06:25:41.547-05:00I love your poem, April. Someday soon the almost-b...I love your poem, April. Someday soon the almost-book will come in to stay :).jamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07859083373087448194noreply@blogger.com