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I’ve finally released the sequel to Ocean Lost, Caverns Found.
There’s something very emotional about writing a book and prepping it for publication. I love sharing my books with other people, but there’s a lot of fear involved too. I feel like Shalise and the writing is my dragon. I want to be on the other end of the warm reception without going through the process in the middle.
Editing is a very different process from writing. It uses new skills and different parts of the brain. It’s like being on a safari hunt for the perfect word. I read a sentence and see that the words don’t work right; that something needs to be shifted to better express the feeling I wish to convey. Editing is my monster within, but once I’ve made the transformation from creator to critiquer(yes it should be a word) it’s not so terrible.
I read once that most people will forgive a bad first book because you are expected to have mistakes your first time through, but that if you have a bad second book, they won’t read you again. I love Caverns Found. In some ways it surprises me. One of the difficulties in editing lay in that I kept finding myself getting caught in the story. I noticed that in my readers too. After about page fifty there were a lot less corrections or maybe I was a better writer by then.
Anyhow here’s to getting Caverns Found‘s sequel done in less than a year. Wish me luck.
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I’m horrified by the recent attacks on police officers in Baton Rouge and Dallas. I recognize that there are injustices in the executive and judicial systems of the United States, but violence is not the way to protest violence.
The time is ripe for the right voice, the voice that speaks for the pains and anguish of peoples too long oppressed. That voice will not be heard coming from behind the muzzle of a rifle. That voice will not be heard from an angry man shouting, “It’s not fair!” to an uncaring world. That voice will be heard from the mothers crying for their lost sons, husbands, daughters and fathers. That voice will be heard from a thousand heartfelt stories of how I was treated in school, at my job, on the street and even in my home, because my skin was a different color than another, because my race was different from someone else’s race.
We do judge, we do prejudge, we show prejudice. We cannot ignore hundreds of years of history between our peoples. We cannot ignore the brutality that brought many of the African Americans here to the United States. We must acknowledge the choices that our ancestors made and we must choose a different path. We must choose to overcome our internal judges, our own prejudices. We must choose to overcome our instincts to fear what isn’t us, what we perceive isn’t us. We are us.
The greatest lie is that there is an us and a them. We all hurt, we all cry, we all fear, but we also can grow. We can build, we can overcome, we can change. Give us the chance, show us the path to healing. Tell us the words that your hearts are aching to say. Tell us the words that the past has buried so deep that all that is left is pain, fear and violence. We can listen, we can change. We must. It is time.
I may have tendonitis, as with any injury as soon as you mention it, you find out lots of people have had it, It’s on my right arm, so I’m typing left-handed only. I’m hoping to not use it for a week or two to let it heal. So far the most complicated task I’ve had to do was brush my teeth left-handed. My toothbrush moves at super slow speed; up then down, up then down. Eating with chopsticks left-handed is also very awkward. I haven’t tried to cut with my left hand, I don’t trust my dexterity enough to not nick a finger. I did cut a chocolate cake up, because the incentive was great. So goodbye for now, I’m taking two weeks off to heal.
I’m working on finishing Caverns Found the sequel to Ocean Lost. This book takes place in the same world as Ocean Lost and introduces new characters, Lorelai, Shalise, Ben and Joey. They live in the evergreen forests of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. The story begins with friends, Lorelai and Shalise, exploring in caves near their homes. They find a secret spring and the adventure begins.
This second book, in this new series, is about overcoming inner challenges as the four friends deal with the very big problem of transformation. Children and adults will welcome this new young adult fantasy. Enjoy!
To be published late February 2015, on Amazon.com.
Deep in the eastern woods there lived an old woman in a small cottage. No one remembered her name, but they would go visit her from the local village if they had aches, pains or fevers. She grew flowers and medicinal herbs around her garden. One day Cecily’s mother sent her to the old woman. “Your younger brother has a fever, go to the old woman’s cottage and get some herbs.”
The young girl put on her bright blue apron and wrapped a shawl around her shoulders. The sun didn’t shine well in the eastern woods and it got cold there even on bright summer days. “Follow the path to her cottage and tell the old woman that it’s for your younger brother.” Cecily nodded. She grabbed a berry basket and headed out the door. The sun was already overhead by the time that she reached the eastern woods by following the well worn road that ran through the village. Nobody else came this far unless they were going to visit the old woman and the road was only a footpath by the time that she reached the edge of the woods.
Cecily was hungry so she sat on a large boulder at the edge of the woods and pulled out a slice of bread and some goat cheese that her mother had packed for her. “Why does the old woman live so far from the village?” Cecily remembered asking her mother earlier that day.
“She likes to be alone and there are certain plants she uses that only grow in the forest.” Cecily’s mother had answered before laying a hand on Phillip’s forehead. “He’s still hot. Hurry now.”
Cecily slid off the rock and landed with both feet on the path. She paused at the edge of the woods. She liked being alone in the forest by her home, but these trees were different, darker, taller and wilder. She began to walk into the woods.
We’ve heard about it since we were young, “recycle, ride your bike instead of drive your car, conserve and plant a tree.” But we aren’t scared yet. Is global warming real? Yes. Is it something to keep us up at night? Definitely.
Why should we care? If global warming is real National Geographic, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, United Nations, and these articles from various authorities on world conditions and climate say that it is, why do we need to be concerned?
Rising temperatures will lead to major shifts in climate. Deserts will grow and spread. Coastal areas will flood. In the United States with our resources it would cause havoc to have most of the population of Florida move inland, but our infrastructure could handle it. But in India with a population of 1.2 billion, 300 million (the population of the US) of which are under the age of 14, could have half of its population displaced by coastal flooding. Their infrastructure isn’t prepared for that kind of climate change.
But that’s way over in India, why should we care here? Because they’ll have to move, putting stress on the countries around them. Hundreds of millions of people relocating will stress the global economy. Besides it shouldn’t matter if a poor person lives in India or next door, we should still be concerned for their welfare, we should still want to help.
So what can we do about it? Those things that we were taught about as children we can apply them here. But the biggest thing we can do is care. We can talk about this issue. A century might seem a long time away, but just as with airplanes flying cross country a slight course change now, can make a big difference at the end of the route. The difference between arriving in San Francisco instead of Los Angeles is a few degrees when starting from New York. Can we stop Global Warming by ending all coal burning, car emissions, and cows today? Probably not, but we can change our course by a few degrees now and make a huge difference in the next century. Give a global gift to your grandchildren. Care today.
I’m not an educator. I am a student. I’ve been a student, an avid and sometimes unwilling consumer of education for over 17 years. I dropped out of the educational system for the seven years while I’ve started a family. I rejoined as a mother and PTA volunteer for the last nine years as my children have attending public school.
I remember several of my first days of school. The anticipation in meeting new teachers, friends, and subjects; of reading new textbooks. Yes, I was a strange student. I sat quietly in my seat absorbing the atmosphere of the classroom. The teacher’s walk, gestures, and patterns of speech. The students: the clown, asking for attention to hide their own deficiencies in the subject, the nerd, asking for approval for their ideas from the teacher; the flirt, asking for attention from the members of the class of the opposite gender; the sleeper, always with their head down, dozing away the hour; and me the watcher. I learned my subjects, but I also learned how to teach. I spent 16+ years observing teachers and thought it ironic that for my education certificate I was required to spend more time back in those same jr. high and high school classrooms yet again observing.
Here are the teachers that I saw:
The Pontificator– this teacher loved their subject and themselves, they tended to talk above and beyond most of their students to the top 5% of the class, thus building a frustration and hatred for their beloved subject in the majority of their students.
The Textbook– this teacher had set out lectures that they went through step by step, they didn’t stop for questions or descriptions, but ran through the day’s notes. If you had skipped class and just read the notes you could get through the same material in a 1/4 of the time. The by product of this teaching method was boredom and apathy.
The Storyteller– this teacher had a great teaching method, they just tended to stray off topic, I remember a great deal of soccer stories about a certain teacher’s young children’s games, more than the matrices I was supposed to learn in that class. Students love this kind of teacher, but the subject doesn’t always get taught.
The Connector– this teacher combines the best traits of the first three, but with the added bonus of being able to reach his or her students. Being a woman I value relationships, and so this teacher who is able to build that relationship with their students is the one I prize. The example that sticks out in my mind was my tenth grade English teacher. Not only did he love his subject like the pontificator, know it like the textbook, and tell it like the storyteller, he also got the last item in place that the other three missed, he knew his students. He knew what it was to be in the same classroom for an hour-and-a-half every other day for a year. He knew what the students were interested in and reached for that place in his discussions.
The greatest flaw I found in teachers after 16+ years of observing was a failure to reach for the student. After all it isn’t the teacher who is tested on their knowledge, it’s the students. Where does responsibility for the student’s education lay? With the state board of education? With their teachers? With their parents? With their school? With the national government?
As my daughter starts school, and I look down the road to her jr high, her high school, my first question for them starts at the bottom of Maslow’s hierarchy: Are they providing a safe environment for learning? Are they providing a supportive environment for education? Then I work my way to other no-less important “What will they be teaching her? How will they be teaching her?”
I wouldn’t be surprised to see the demise of the public education system, in the United States, as we know it. I can see several alternatives, some of which really scare me.
First scariest alternative:
1. Alternative and charter secondary schools. At sixth grade students are tested and sent to one or the other. Alternative secondary schools handling the “second class citizens’ children” and charter handling the middle class children. (Upper class will probably continue to attend private schools, ironic how the people who instituted “No Child Left Behind” are the ones whose children won’t be affected by it.)
Second scary alternative:
2. Violence in schools escalate to the point where most sane parents send their children to private schools, home school, or pray desperately as they drop their children off at the public school and drive off to work.
Third scary alternative:
3. The federal government puts out core curriculum for all the states to follow and tests the students abilities in core areas. The fed then reduces funding for all “failing” schools, thereby furthering digging them into a pit. Schools scrap all other programs (science, arts, geography, PE, etc.) in an effort to focus only on the getting the majority of students through the core curriculum in math and English. Wait that isn’t a future alternative, that’s our current reality.
Ideal dream world:
1. Schools become more based on the public library system. Serving the public, a dish at a time, instead of a year at a time. Mandatory school is required for basic math, science, physical education, reading, social studies, but the classes go at the student’s individual pace. If a student wants to learn a year’s worth of math in two months, let them. To set up this system we need computers and/or tablets for each student. We would need educational software programs with video lectures and/or animations that the student could watch at their own pace. (You can watch at faster speeds or slower as you need, you also have options for which educator lecture series you watch, depending on your learning style.) Homework would be a matter of proving that you understood the material. Once understood you are allowed to move on. If you show a relapse through quizzes or tests then the computer pulls up a question by question review. Teachers would be used for class discussions, performance classes(i.e. orchestra, sports, woodshop, arts) and saved for students who are less self-motivated or need extra attention. The primary goal is student mastery. Grade years are too broad, students need to be broken into groups based on mastery of the material. They learn the current unit and the move up or down as needed. If they don’t learn it they aren’t automatically passed up. They are responsible for their movement through the education system.
2. For the social aspect some school classes could consist of inter-state or even international groups of students who progress through the years in cohorts, where cooperative methods are encourage, but individual accountability is also fostered. The product is reasoning, responsible, intelligent, and caring adults who go on to productive careers furthering the world community as well as their neighborhoods.
I think that we are part way there, but there are gaps.
Here are some of the big ones:
ESL – immigrants struggle with learning a new language and culture, where children are in-betweens, not at home in their parent’s culture or in their new land’s.
Cheating – When the emphasis is placed on the grades rather than on mastery of the information, some students take the route of cheating. This isn’t teacher problem this is a problem of our society. As long as we emphasize appearance over mastery this will be an issue.
Families – I could say parents, but I think that children have a role here too. Do we need families? Yes we do! They are essential to the support system of students. When students don’t feel secure at home, or aren’t fed, clothed or provided for, learning becomes much more difficult. Should high school students work? Should jr. high students work? Should college students work?
Money – We get what we pay for. If we expect a highly literate, competent and creative work force we better invest in education.
Technology – I’m not talking about introducing technology into the classroom, that’s a nice idea, but it’s stupid. It’s like taking a battery powered typewriter back to Laura Ingall’s classroom. It would be an interesting tool, but only one child could use it at a time. When it ran out of ink ribbons, or batteries, it would be a nice piece of junk. Technology is so much more than just a power point presentation with neat graphics. If technology is used only to supplement the classroom it’s like using a typewriter instead of a computer. The typewriter is nice for typing, but you can network, explore, create, build and learn using a computer. The only activity a typewriter is superior at is for filling out printed forms. Some students graduate believing that computers are used only for typing term papers, and others graduate believing that they’re only for violent games. Every child needs access to a computer at school all day!
The first adaptive test that I ever took was the GRE(after four years of college.) I understood the principle behind it, the more correct answers you get, the harder the questions are, conversely if you get the questions wrong, the easier the questions get. Your score isn’t based on the number of correct answers, it’s based on what you answered correctly. Using this test in a classroom setting would make it harder to cheat, because the test changes with each answer that you put in, and it accurately places your knowledge level. Besides that, it’s cool. The idea of a machine that takes in consideration the fact that if you don’t know the answer to the medium question, you won’t know the answer to the hard questions. You don’t have to answer a bunch of questions that are too easy or too hard. Instead of looking at every inch along a measuring tape to get a height, you just look at the three or four inches of tape around the top of the object. Schools spend a lot of time looking at every inch along the way, instead of just the ones at the end that matter.
I was bored in school. I was bored with the teachers, with the students, with the repetition, and with myself. I wasn’t a straight A student. Looking back, I think that I could of been, but I didn’t want to be. It was a subjective number game that I didn’t want to play. Why waste hours each week making up the difference between my effortless B’s and those elusive A’s (only elusive in the tougher subjects)? If I could go back and do high school again, I think that I’d work on getting more material covered. I think that I’d read a lot more out of class, and maybe in class. I’d ask more questions, I was too much of a watcher and not enough of a participant. But I learned a lot. I learned how to write left-handed (it kept me entertained in otherwise very dry classes). I learned how to teach. I learned how to write challenging multiple choice test questions. (That can be tricky for math, but I’ve got it covered.) I learned how to leap through bureaucratic hoops. I learned how to march, I learned how to listen for test questions in a teacher’s lecture. I learned how to run a campaign. I learned how to sit still in a desk for six hours every day. I learned how to navigate the halls. I learned how to drive.
I wish that I’d learned how to re-wire the twisted circuit in my house. I wish that I’d learned how to change the oil in my hybrid car (the mechanic gets it wrong sometimes.) I wish that I’d learned how to change the laws. I wish that I’d learned how to scuba dive.
Do we want a reasoning, creative, and scientific society? Or do we want worker bees who excel at working quietly for hours at a time? Do we really value our place as a leader in the world in technology and innovation, or are we content to let it slip away? Other countries are willing to put in 10+ hours a day into a student’s education. Let’s not match the time, but let’s put the time that we have into better use. It will require infrastructure, new ways of organizing students (more by where they are in their educational path and less by age,) computers at every desk instead of a computer lab in every school and using innovative software. We don’t realize the power that we already have in the combination of the internet, wonderful teachers, creative students and able administrators. We’ve been dragging the cart and the horse. Let’s put the students in front of the cart and let them lead. If they are motivated, have access to technology and have the support of the adults around them, instead of dragging the horses, we’ll be running to keep up. And isn’t that what we want?
I substituted for a third grade class today. We had two bloody noses and four students crying (they took turns) and a stapled finger. The Friday before one of the students went home early for stitches in a finger. He came today with a large purple wrap that covered most of his finger.
I really did watch them and work with them. I have only had one student cry before today and that was a junior high boy faced with suspension. There must be something in the weather. I mentioned it to a fourth grade teacher at lunch and she said it was typical of third graders. I didn’t realize that was an issue.
So why would third graders be so emotional? Is it because they are transitioning from concrete operations stage (Piaget’s theories of learning) to a higher level where they can speculate more and try to understand others’ intentions. About this age they begin to grasp that others may think about them. This is different from the teenagers who thinks everyone is thinking about them. It’s the beginning to understand, that just because I know something doesn’t mean that others know it as well.
I managed to keep my fingers intact and my nose unbloodied, though I do wonder what kind of stories those parents will hear tonight about their student’s substitute teacher…
Last week my little sister and mother, from California, came to visit for a few days. My sister found out that Comic Con was in town during their visit and decided to go on Thursday. I wasn’t planning to go with them, because money is tight right now. On Wednesday night, I was in a late church meeting and a friend gave me a free ticket!
April 17th, Thursday morning, I went to the first day of Salt Lake Comic Con with my mom and teenaged sister. When we first came in we were greeted by a large penned off area where a green and purple balloon sculpture was growing. When we entered it was about six feet high, as we left it was the size of a pioneer cabin. Booths lined the wide aisles. Vendors were selling illustrations (fantasy art, comics, movie graphics), jewelry, costumes, swords and daggers. They had a full-sized Star Wars droid, one of R2D2’s cousins, a DeLorean from “Back to the Future” and several blue phone booths scattered throughout the halls.
We sat in on Ioan Gruffudd’s panel. (good luck saying his name, unless you are Welsh or you practice) He’s the star from the Horatio Hornblower PBS series and Mr. Fantastic from the Fantastic Four. The Horatio Hornblower book series, by C. S. Forester is historical fiction set during the early 1800’s and follows the Royal British naval career of Horatio from underling up to Admiral Hornblower. I enjoyed the author’s authenticity and attention to detail. Time after time, Hornblower saves the day through his intelligence and determination.
My sister was excited to catch a glimpse of Adam Baldwin (John Casey from the TV series “Chuck”). Okay, I was excited to see him too. I saw Natasha Yar, Warf, Gates McFadden and others from the Star Trek cast. A telephoto lens would have been nice, they were set back from the walkways by their autograph lines. The actors all looked smaller and slimmer then they do on the screen.
James Marsters, (plays Spike in Buffy) was also there, but his autograph line was packed and so we didn’t actually see him.
Many of the fantasy and Sci-Fi authors were familiar from the Life the Universe and Everything conference that I’ve gone to for many years.
In the Dr. Who panel we saw this great family all dressed up. The oldest boy was the 12th Doctor, the pre-teen girl had on a grey dress with grey wings and the cute five-yr old girl with the short dusty blond curls was dressed as River Song.
I even did some shopping for illustrators and got some business cards. (I have to justify a day of staring at actors somehow. 😉
I’d recommend the Salt Lake Comic Con as a great place to indulge your inner geek! See you next time.