<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:34:22.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Academy Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-3199758440820369004</id><published>2009-07-02T13:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:13:14.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Mullen --  In Memory of a Mentor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Kathleen Deyer Bolduc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nursing a cold drink in a shaded courtyard, tired from tromping up and down the cobble-stoned hills of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;San Juan&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, Puerto Rico’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Old&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Town&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, I heard a distinctive laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sure enough. There was my friend Tom Mullen, entertaining a table full of companions, no doubt expounding on the vagaries of old age and diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I stood up. “Tom!” I yelped. “Tom Mullen!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;His wife Nancy heard me first. She jumped to her feet, shrieking. Tom looked around to see what all the commotion was about. It may be a cliché, but his mouth dropped open, literally, when he saw me waving. I ran across the courtyard for a bear hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I can’t believe I won’t hear that laugh again – a laugh recognizable thousands of miles across the sea, in a courtyard ringing with the melodious murmur of Spanish-speaking people. That distinctively mid-western, by-gosh-by-golly-laugh; a laugh that cloaked an intelligence a mile wide; a spirituality two miles deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I met Tom nearly twenty years ago at one of the very first Ministry of Writing affairs at Earlham. I was new to this business of writing, but I was serious about it. My entire life was serious, for that matter. My youngest son, Joel, had just been diagnosed with moderate mental retardation. Life was a merry-go-round of doctor and therapy visits, sibling rivalry, marriage counseling, and Joel’s daily temper tantrums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;With just one published article to my credit, I heard Tom’s announcement about the Patrick Henry Writing Fellowship, and an idea surfaced, fully formed. I’d write a book of devotions about the grief I was experiencing as Joel’s mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If I’d known that day of Tom’s distinguished career – Dean of Students at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Earlham&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;College&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, Dean of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;st1:stockticker style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;ESR&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, Distinguished Alumni of Yale University, author of 14 books – I never would have had to courage to do what I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I cornered Tom at the end of the workshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;His response was vintage Tom. “What do you mean, is it possible? This is a great idea! Write a proposal!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tom’s enthusiastic reception of my just-hatched idea lifted me out of the doldrums where I’d been stuck for months. A week later the proposal was written and in the mail. Several weeks after that the mailman delivered the letter of acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And so began a twenty year friendship with a man who would become my teacher, my mentor, my coach, and my encourager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thanks to Tom I wrote my way through denial, depression, and anger, until I found God in the midst of life with disability. Along the way I published three books – &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His Name is Joel: Searching for God in a Son’s Disability; A Place Called Acceptance: Ministry with Families of Children with Disabilities; and Autism &amp;amp; Alleluias.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Thanks to Tom, I learned to lighten up and laugh along the way. He even got me laughing at one of the darkest moments of early life with Joel. I told him about the impact grief had on my marriage – how one night my husband threw a glass of milk at me and I responded by throwing a glass of wine across the room, shattering it against the far wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“Write about it,” Tom said, which I did in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: arial;"&gt;His Name is Joel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. Tom then proceeded to tell the story several times in his speeches. In Tom’s re-telling, it became downright funny. This was one of Tom’s greatest gifts – the ability to make us laugh at the hard stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tom was there when the storm of grief and the desire to write collided in my life. That storm could have drowned me in my own pity-party. But Tom threw me a life-preserver called “writing as ministry.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;He helped me polish the rough edges of my emotional outpourings. He laughed with me. He cried with me. And always, always, always, he encouraged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;That chance encounter in Old Town San Juan is a memory that makes me laugh out loud. What a wonderful reminder that the kingdom of God is a place where our lives are woven together in a gossamer web as beautiful, intricate, and resilient as a dew-encrusted spider web shining in the first light of morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I hope you know, as you go on to the first light of your new life, Tom, that you are one of the jewels in the web of my life. I will miss you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-3199758440820369004?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/3199758440820369004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=3199758440820369004' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/3199758440820369004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/3199758440820369004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2009/07/tom-mullen-in-memory-of-mentor.html' title='Tom Mullen --  In Memory of a Mentor'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-5029822328135312171</id><published>2009-05-06T19:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:35:06.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Six Year Old Taught Me about Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;by Donna Patton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What do I know about writing?  When asked to share some gems of writing wisdom, I’ll admit to being stumped.  What the heck do I know about writing that’s worth sharing? The answer to my question came in two surprising words that startled even me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So what are these shining snippets of wisdom? The words that will galvanize your writing life, put a smile on your face and makes those hours at the keyboard all seem worthwhile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um&lt;/span&gt;, right.  If you’re anything like me, you’ve lost some of the spark, the joy writing inspired.  Maybe it’s been a long time since you’ve sold anything. Your happiness at selling a five dollar filler to the Coupon Queen is wearing thin. Or maybe you’ve never sold anything. You’ve put years into writing, learning, reading, and struggling to write the next great novel. You do your homework, send out those queries and fill boxes with rejection letters. Every brown envelope that comes back faster than a boomerang saps a little more of the delight you once felt. Writing gets old, tired. It’s drudgery, a chore.  Trust me, I know those feelings well. So how do you change all that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day a week, I’m a volunteer teacher’s assistant.  The class is called Creative Expression. The six to eight year olds make crafts and learn to express themselves. Not long ago, I was passing out glue sticks, lamenting the fact that after all these years; I still didn’t have a book contract, when WHAM!  I realized what was missing in my writing life – joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one has to tell the children to have fun. None of them stop to whine or worry about what to make. The idea that someone might not absolutely love their finished product never enters their minds.  Pink aliens wrapped in duck tape uniforms?  Go for it! Sometimes the projects don’t resemble the pattern the teacher held up – so what? The fun is in the creating. Their joy was not so much in the end result but in the journey to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So revive your joy and believe your writing dreams will happen.  Someday. Someone, somewhere is going to love your book or article or play. So enjoy the journey along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Have fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-5029822328135312171?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/5029822328135312171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=5029822328135312171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/5029822328135312171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/5029822328135312171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-six-year-old-taught-me-about.html' title='What a Six Year Old Taught Me about Writing'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-843073566156655547</id><published>2009-04-02T10:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:29:29.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reader's Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;by Patty Kyrlach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago, a friend of mine had a bad writing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not bad. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie submitted a novel to a literary agency, only to be turned down. Well, that happens, you say. True enough, but we didn’t get to the yucky part yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the agency returned her novel with no explanation, Angie bravely wrote and asked for a reason. She was expecting something along the lines of “Well, you’re really not a bad writer, but the plot needs a stronger conclusion, and your heroine should lose the handlebar moustache.” Or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently the person who received Angie’s question didn’t feel like writing a letter in response. So she simply made a copy of the reader’s report and put that in the mail. Reader’s reports, just so you know, are not intended for the eyes of doe-eyed, hopeful authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The report put Angie’s story through the sausage grinder. It wasn’t worthy of lining the bottom of a bird cage. The reader didn’t like the characters, the plot, the writing style—or, apparently, the typeface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend asked me, “How can I know if what I write is any good?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer that came to me was simple and elegant. And terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until God opens a literary agency and sends us a heavenly reader’s report, we can’t know. We can get opinions and critiques from people we respect, and that may give us some guidance. But we can’t REALLY know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to take a leap of faith and believe in ourselves. And then get up the next morning and do it again. And again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s the bad news—and the good news. We can’t &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;with crystal certitude. But we don’t have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in order to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;. And the more we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; the better writers we’ll &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-843073566156655547?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/843073566156655547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=843073566156655547' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/843073566156655547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/843073566156655547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2009/04/readers-report.html' title='Reader&apos;s Report'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-3485318599457432372</id><published>2009-01-28T15:09:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T22:57:18.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;by Robyn Whitlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m going to write a book someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ve been saying that for at least ten years now, and each time I say it, I really mean it. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only problem? Someday never seems to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll get started after I clean my office, I think, or when my kids are in school all day. When I can afford to buy a cabin in the woods, I’ll have a special place to write and the book will just flow out of me. When my kids grow up and leave home, surely I’ll have more time than I do now. I’ll write my book then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A friend recently challenged me to join her in doing NaNoWriMo, where participants write an entire 50,000-word novel in one month. That’s right, just one month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I said yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even though I have three young children, a messy office, had out of town company coming for Thanksgiving—which I was hosting and cooking—oh, and did I mention I had never actually written fiction before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For thirty days, I set my alarm an hour-and-a-half earlier, and sat down in front of my computer to write. When I started on this project, I worried that my family might starve and my children would have no clean clothes to wear to school, but amazingly, I found the opposite was true. I got more done in the month of November than I did in October. The pressure of knowing I had to make every minute count forced me be more productive, not less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And that inspirational magic that I was sure descended on other writers and motivated them to keep slogging forward? It never came. But I kept getting up and putting myself in front of the computer to work, whether I felt like it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At the end of the month, I was amazed to have a rough, but complete, young adult manuscript finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Someday has finally arrived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what are you waiting for? Have you been waiting for someday to come? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it’s already here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-3485318599457432372?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/3485318599457432372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=3485318599457432372' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/3485318599457432372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/3485318599457432372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2009/01/someday.html' title='&lt;b size+6&gt;Someday&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-7845473028354051118</id><published>2008-09-25T11:54:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:41:46.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Writers Don't Eat Quiche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember that crazy book from the 80's. . . .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Real Men Don't Eat Quiche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Academy writers don't eat quiche either. . .because they're way too busy writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kathy  has spent a few days away this week, working on a second book of spiritual reflections on disability themes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;NancyE is happily writing a memoir.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Arlene  writes stories for Sunday School take home papers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Margaret S. has started a new book about her years of teaching in county jails, and Sally  is editing not one, but two newsletters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rich is developing a family game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;One Jerry reports for a ministry to the poor in his home town, and the "other Jerry" reports on hospital news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Robyn is a faithful blogger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Olga is writing a collection of essays about her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ruth is working on production details for a new curriculum, and Margaret G. is seeking representation for a novel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Marilyn is planning  a devotion book for her church for Advent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on and on through the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Not one of these people is rich and famous (just yet), but they are all writers, doing what writers do. They are researching, writing, editing, outlining, and marketing -- with a dash of daydreaming. They are working. They are communicating. They are putting one word after another. (And okay, maybe once in a while they eat quiche.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the hot-shots on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oprah&lt;/span&gt;, basking in their allotted fifteen minutes of fame. If you want to see real writers, you can look right here. And we're proud of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear and honored writers, what is YOUR definition of a "real writer"? Do you laugh or cry about all the popular misconceptions? Leave your comments and let us know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-7845473028354051118?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/7845473028354051118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=7845473028354051118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/7845473028354051118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/7845473028354051118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-academy-writers-keep-busy-kathy-has.html' title='Real Writers Don&apos;t Eat Quiche'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-2651648297806031851</id><published>2008-09-06T14:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:54:40.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New  with YOU -- Anybody?  Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Welcome to the Writing Academy's blog -- a place where members can hang out and post comments for the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be shy about leaving a comment. Sure, you might not get it right the first time you try. Big deal. It's not like pushing the "wrong" button will disable the World Wide Web, shut down air traffic control in Colorado, or unravel the space-time continuum. It probably won't do much of anything. So if it doesn't work, try again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd love to know what you're doing, thinking and writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-2651648297806031851?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/2651648297806031851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=2651648297806031851' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/2651648297806031851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/2651648297806031851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-new-with-you-anybody-hello.html' title='What&apos;s New  with YOU -- Anybody?  Hello?'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-6406635096169023868</id><published>2008-07-24T14:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T14:48:16.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAMS Prayer Challenge -- Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Writing Academy has its roots in the Bethel Bible Series, a Scripture-study program that started in Madison, Wisconsin, and spread throughout the world. Bethel Series author and founder Harley Swiggum convened the Academy in 1978. His vision: a cadre of Christian writers who would produce materials for the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we separated from Bethel in the early 80's, that  vision still challenges us to be producers and not consumers in the world of writing and publishing. Harley chose as the theme for Bethel "Blessed to be a blessing," and I can't think of a better aspiration for us as a writing community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have certainly been blessed--by great teachers and exciting seminars in wonderful places. My hope for the future of this group is that we will bless the Church and the world with the words we write and speak, with the books and scripts and multi-media that we create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed. . . .so that we might be a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-6406635096169023868?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/6406635096169023868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=6406635096169023868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/6406635096169023868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/6406635096169023868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2008/07/wams-prayer-challenge-day-11.html' title='WAMS Prayer Challenge -- Day 11'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-140118867746498677</id><published>2008-07-17T14:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T14:20:14.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAMS Prayer Challenge -- Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;"What words could I write or stories could I tell which would serve as a witness to the unchanging, everlasting God I serve?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words from our Writer's Weekend "Spiritual Preparation Guide" challenge me. Through the years, I have devoted a lot of my writing to advertising groups, events, and good causes. But what would it be like to be a "publicist" (or witness) for God? How can I tell the "old, old story" in a way that will encourage people to listen, reflect, change, act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question Margaret posed is worth asking. And the answer is not an abstract treatise tracing the etymology of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;witness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;. The only real answer is to put pen to paper or fingers to keys and write. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just click on "COMMENTS" beneath this post to begin. (The word "COMMENTS" is itty-bitty.) You will be taken to the comments area where you can read the comments. There will be a little box with the heading "Leave your comments." Type your comment in the box and then click on "Publish your comment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-140118867746498677?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/140118867746498677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=140118867746498677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/140118867746498677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/140118867746498677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2008/07/wams-prayer-challenge-day-4.html' title='WAMS Prayer Challenge -- Day 4'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-2853750256671902748</id><published>2008-07-14T11:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:43:55.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAMS Prayer Challenge -- Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks to Margaret Steinacker for preparing our Spiritual Preparation Guide for the Writer's Weekend. If you have not received a copy of the guide, request it from the Writing Academy webmaster at www.info@wams.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words that struck me from today's reading were these: "God who made you has something to say to you." I believe that as we go through the discipline of this prayer challenge for 13 days leading up to the seminar, the God who made us has something to say to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on Day One, I determined not to ask anything of God, but to simply offer thanks and praise for all the Writing Academy has meant to me and to all of us. I spoke your names out loud to God, with gratefulness and emotion. I spoke the names of members and friends--present and past, on earth and in Heaven. I cherish you all, including those I have never met in in person. I spoke your names and offered them up as a prayer of thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just click on "COMMENTS" beneath this post to begin. (The word "COMMENTS" is itty-bitty.) You will be taken to the comments area where you can read the comments. There will be a little box with the heading "Leave your comments." Type your comment in the box and then click on "Publish your comment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372574058196253023-2853750256671902748?l=thewritingacademy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/feeds/2853750256671902748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4372574058196253023&amp;postID=2853750256671902748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/2853750256671902748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372574058196253023/posts/default/2853750256671902748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewritingacademy.blogspot.com/2008/07/wams-prayer-challenge-day-one.html' title='WAMS Prayer Challenge -- Day One'/><author><name>Patty Kyrlach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12973917888863433765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372574058196253023.post-5569844738759494332</id><published>2008-07-10T15:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:42:54.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Welcome to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Writing Academy Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;--a place where members can post their brainstorms, whimsies, prayers, observations, wry comments, questions, deep ponderings, and random remarks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a communications experiment, and you can participate by leaving comments for your fellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;(Writing Academy Members)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to read. The experiment will last during our 2008 pre-seminar prayer challenge (July 14th--29th). After the closing date, we will determine whether or not to continue this blog--and if we continue, what form it will take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You may be new to blogging, and It may take you a few tries to figure out how to leave a comment. If you have trouble, ask your children or grandchildren--or a neighbor's kid-- to show you how! For security reasons, you will be asked to type some funny-looking letters in a box. Don't worry. If you can't read the first set, they'll let you try again with a different set of funny-looking letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you are a visitor, you may be wondering what sort of people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; are. We're the Writing Academy, an international group of Christian writers who host an annual creative writing seminar and offer correspondence courses in writing all year long. You can find out all about us at www.wams.org .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why not give it a try? Be a blogger! Leave a comment. :~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just click on "COMMENTS" beneath this post to begin. (The word "COMMENTS" is itty-bitty.) You will be taken to the comments area where you can read the comments. There will be a little box with the heading "Leave your comments." 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