Last week I offered some conference kernels that are my favorite things. This week I'm at the KidLitCon in Austin, TX. There is some simple stuff that moves me to tears. I think these moments are part of why I am a writer. Jerry Spinelli once said at a conference I attended that you should write down a hundred sensory memories. He said your novel is in there somewhere. He was right.
The moon in the daytime.
The sun shining like a disk on a foggy morning.
Bare feet on hot sand.
The smell of mint.
The taste of water when I'm thirsty.
Stretching out on a soft bed when I'm tired.
Watching giant snowflakes fall.
The sound thunder in the middle of the night.
The sound of a purring cat.
The feel of a dog licking my face.
The sensation of falling when swooshing on a slide.
Fall light in the afternoon.
Hugging my children.
The brown of my husband's eyes.
My father's laughter.
My mother's voice when she was reading me a story.
I know all so simple but the core of me is in here. I hope you try writing your sensory memories.
See you next week.
Here's this week's doodle. "Stack of Farm Animals"
A quote for the week.
- 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
- 'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
- To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd,
- Till by turning, turning we come 'round right.' Elder Joseph Brackett