<?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-2070485665086158085</id><updated>2012-02-06T12:52:42.423-08:00</updated><category term='adjectives'/><category term='William Carlos Williams'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='animals'/><category term='mood'/><category term='New Year'/><category term='5 senses'/><category term='National Poetry Month'/><category term='tennis racket'/><category term='characters'/><category term='alliteration'/><category term='magic'/><category term='naming places'/><category term='treasure'/><category term='&quot;what if&quot; story'/><category term='endings'/><category term='Once Upon a Time'/><category term='Poland'/><category term='summer'/><category term='travel'/><category term='improvisation'/><category term='dialogue'/><category term='acrostics'/><category term='description'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='action'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='bookstores'/><category term='setting'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='pets'/><category term='word games'/><category term='taco'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='letters'/><category term='I Am poem'/><category term='tall tales'/><category term='Seeing'/><category term='months'/><category term='Object X'/><category term='writing each day'/><category term='how-to poems'/><category term='friends'/><category term='doors'/><category term='alphabet'/><category term='weather'/><category term='dinosaurs'/><category term='names'/><category term='drawing'/><category term='space aliens'/><category term='translation'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Patricia MacLachlan'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='Philip Pullman'/><category term='Sarah Ellis'/><category term='exaggeration'/><category term='parody'/><category term='titles'/><category term='music'/><category term='French poodle'/><category term='cats'/><category term='The Subtle Knife'/><category term='memory'/><category term='school'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='taking photos'/><category term='libraries'/><category term='license plates'/><category term='Memorial Day'/><category term='Color'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='openings'/><category term='Numbers Game'/><category term='15 minutes'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='magazines'/><category term='creativity dates'/><category term='point of view'/><category term='list poems'/><category term='Perspective'/><category term='similes'/><category term='Raymond Briggs'/><category term='critiques'/><category term='why'/><category term='bookmobile'/><category term='smell'/><category term='word association'/><category term='snow'/><category term='questions'/><category term='critique sandwich'/><title type='text'>Yellow Pencils</title><subtitle type='html'>Margaret Nevinski's kid-friendly blog with fun writing activities!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4308529057236443138</id><published>2012-02-06T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T12:52:42.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing each day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='15 minutes'/><title type='text'>Writing 15 Minutes a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWIhS0J6b4c/TzA9Iu5JlBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Vkt-FB1v2qc/s1600/MP900400673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWIhS0J6b4c/TzA9Iu5JlBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Vkt-FB1v2qc/s400/MP900400673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706127948114400274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello there! Do you have 15 minutes? Great! Then let's get writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Many authors promote the idea of writing each day. Your story or novel stays fresh in your mind, and you feel less rusty when you go back to your writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But let's face it. Some days are busy. We have trouble finding time to write. We may have a lot of homework, or we're visiting relatives, or there's a list of things to do and we'll get to our writing "later." Sometimes, "later" never comes. Sometimes, a few days or weeks go by, and "later" keeps getting pushed back. Before we know it, a month has flown passed us and we haven't found time to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A simple solution is to write for 15 minutes a day. It doesn't sound like a lot, does it? Think of it this way. If you write for 15 minutes a day x 30 days, at the end of a month you'll have 450 minutes of writing. That's 7 1/2 hours, or nearly a full work-day of writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Almost everyone has 15 minutes. Try carrying your notebook with you wherever you go. Write on the bus, in the car (not if you're driving!), before breakfast, or right after dinner. Write without stopping, letting your words get down on the page.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;Try writing 15 minutes a day about anything you'd like. All writing is good. Next week, we'll talk about different ways to use your 15 minutes of writing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ready? The clock starts now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4308529057236443138?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4308529057236443138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4308529057236443138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2012/02/writing-15-minutes-day.html' title='Writing 15 Minutes a Day'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JWIhS0J6b4c/TzA9Iu5JlBI/AAAAAAAAAa4/Vkt-FB1v2qc/s72-c/MP900400673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-5875335544659061972</id><published>2012-01-31T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:08:03.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><title type='text'>Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every story needs action. What do I mean by that? Do our characters need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwJxQJpHKEY/TygrN8A_5HI/AAAAAAAAAag/Pg-OZE-eTNo/s200/Ferry1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703856446513341554" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 92px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt; be jumping, running, or twirling every single moment? Do we need a ferryboat plowing through the waters, like in this picture? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No. Elizabeth Lyon writes in her book &lt;i&gt;Manuscript Makeover, &lt;/i&gt;"One of your most basic jobs is to keep driving your story forward, through action and change, to its conclusion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In other words, we want to keep driving our story forward by having our characters act and change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try this in a story you're working on. Ask yourself: Are my characters sitting around not doing much? Are they being passive while everyone around them is acting? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elizabeth Lyon says, "Movement raises questions. What will happen next?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What will happen next in your story? What will your main character do? Find a place where you are stuck in your story, and have your character perform some &lt;i&gt;action&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does your main character want? Pick an action that helps your character achieve his or her goal. The action may be large or small, but it will help move your story forward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OARnIQNqjNY/TygsssZUUfI/AAAAAAAAAas/T4bMs_v3kLI/s200/Ferry6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703858074407948786" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If all else fails, let your character pilot that ferryboat through a storm! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-5875335544659061972?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5875335544659061972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5875335544659061972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2012/01/action.html' title='Action'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwJxQJpHKEY/TygrN8A_5HI/AAAAAAAAAag/Pg-OZE-eTNo/s72-c/Ferry1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-7413928612413621840</id><published>2012-01-23T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:49:49.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogue'/><title type='text'>Let Your Characters Talk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2bz24H1p_Y/Tx3j1cDIOqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/oS_DkD5FGsk/s1600/MP900423023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2bz24H1p_Y/Tx3j1cDIOqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/oS_DkD5FGsk/s400/MP900423023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700963210522802850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if your characters could talk to each other? They do, you say? Of course, that's called dialogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But what if two characters &lt;i&gt;from two different stories&lt;/i&gt; could talk to each other? What if Bob the turtle from your story "I'm All Green" could talk to Vanessa the waitress in your story "The Sensational Sunshine Diner?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try it out. Pick a character from one of your stories. Then pick a character from another story. Now write a dialogue between the two of them. Let them talk on paper and see what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you don't have two finished stories, choose two favorite books. What if Percy Jackson talked to Max from &lt;i&gt;Where the Wild Things Are? &lt;/i&gt;Or what if Junie B. Jones talked to Bud in &lt;i&gt;Bud, Not Buddy&lt;/i&gt;? What would they talk about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have fun letting your characters talk!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-7413928612413621840?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7413928612413621840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7413928612413621840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-your-characters-talk.html' title='Let Your Characters Talk!'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F2bz24H1p_Y/Tx3j1cDIOqI/AAAAAAAAAaU/oS_DkD5FGsk/s72-c/MP900423023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6718365615390900171</id><published>2012-01-16T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:57:49.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raymond Briggs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFJMF0bGT4Y/TxSptrTXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ick5sJ4hh5g/s1600/MP900422147.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFJMF0bGT4Y/TxSptrTXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ick5sJ4hh5g/s400/MP900422147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698366030713677650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's snowing today on Bainbridge Island where I live. When we have snow, even an inch, everything slows down. People walk rather than drive, neighbors say hi to each other, and kids slide down the snowy hill (that part isn't slow). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you live in a place where snow is unusual? Or do you see snow all winter long? For some, snow may be magical. For others, it's a chore. It all depends on your perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whether you see snow all the time, or treasure it as a rare treat, snow can give us great writing prompts. Here are a few ideas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Go to the library and check out the book &lt;i&gt;The Snowman&lt;/i&gt; by Raymond Briggs. Or find the movie. This wonderful story is about a boy and a snowman's adventures. The book and movie are wordless, so you can write your own words to the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Write about a world where money is made out of snowballs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Imagine making a snow angel, like in the photo above. (Or if you have snow where you live, make a real snow angel.) Write about your snow angel. What is his or her name? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. Write a poem: "Seven Uses for Snow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Write a story about a secret snow cave....in Hawaii. Use your imagination! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6718365615390900171?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6718365615390900171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6718365615390900171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2012/01/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow!'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bFJMF0bGT4Y/TxSptrTXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAaI/ick5sJ4hh5g/s72-c/MP900422147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4663086626750321118</id><published>2012-01-10T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:59:42.547-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year'/><title type='text'>Questions and the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvoqo6s8OTg/Twxtth30WxI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8B_8M3b5Rx4/s1600/MC910216407.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvoqo6s8OTg/Twxtth30WxI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8B_8M3b5Rx4/s320/MC910216407.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696048257670863634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ten days into the New Year, I'm thinking about resolutions I made and how I'm doing on them. (The answer: Great on some, Not So Great on others.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if: Instead of making New Year's resolutions, we asked ourselves questions at the start of a new year? Questions make us think about who we are, what we like, and what we don't like. After all, life is a journey of self-discovery, so questions help us discover more about ourselves. When we know ourselves better, we become better writers, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;In your writer's notebook, play around with answers to these questions, or make up your own questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;1. If television had never been invented, would you want to invent it? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;2. What is something that bugs you? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;3. If you lived in a zoo, which animal would you like to be? Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;4. If you could drink only orange soda or hot chocolate for the rest of your life, which would you pick? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;5. If it rained cats or dogs for real, which would you prefer? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;You'll notice I asked "why" for each question. Why? Because that's the real question that gets us thinking. Have fun answering, "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4663086626750321118?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4663086626750321118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4663086626750321118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2012/01/questions-and-new-year.html' title='Questions and the New Year'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvoqo6s8OTg/Twxtth30WxI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/8B_8M3b5Rx4/s72-c/MC910216407.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-7420548364177380447</id><published>2012-01-02T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:38:47.275-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exaggeration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tall tales'/><title type='text'>Go Ahead and Exaggerate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYltf28gcP0/TwKFjzN6sBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DxfK1Tdk--8/s1600/MP900407396.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYltf28gcP0/TwKFjzN6sBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DxfK1Tdk--8/s400/MP900407396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693259729040224274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal.dotm&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;66&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;381&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:company&gt;YourMacHelper&lt;/o:Company&gt;   &lt;o:lines&gt;3&lt;/o:Lines&gt;   &lt;o:paragraphs&gt;1&lt;/o:Paragraphs&gt;   &lt;o:characterswithspaces&gt;467&lt;/o:CharactersWithSpaces&gt;   &lt;o:version&gt;12.0&lt;/o:Version&gt;  &lt;/o:DocumentProperties&gt;  &lt;o:officedocumentsettings&gt;   &lt;o:allowpng/&gt;  &lt;/o:OfficeDocumentSettings&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:trackmoves&gt;false&lt;/w:TrackMoves&gt;   &lt;w:trackformatting/&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:drawinggridverticalspacing&gt;18 pt&lt;/w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing&gt;   &lt;w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery&gt;0&lt;/w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;    &lt;w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:dontvertalignintxbx/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria;  mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast;  mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;  mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;    &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we &lt;i&gt;exaggerate&lt;/i&gt;, we stretch the truth or tell a "tall tale" about ourselves. It's fun to exaggerate in a writing exercise. Here's how: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Write three sentences that describe you. Like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I am strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I like animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I am a fast swimmer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now exaggerate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I'm so strong, I can lift the sun.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. I like animals so much, my best friend is a hippopotomus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. I'm such a fast swimmer, I can swim from Seattle to Hawaii in two minutes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it's your turn. Go ahead and exaggerate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-7420548364177380447?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7420548364177380447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7420548364177380447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-ahead-and-exaggerate.html' title='Go Ahead and Exaggerate!'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GYltf28gcP0/TwKFjzN6sBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/DxfK1Tdk--8/s72-c/MP900407396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-2323950134602058920</id><published>2011-12-26T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:48:45.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='point of view'/><title type='text'>A Cat's Point of View</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVxD7lSpr7U/TvkGy_11nWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7KVjq7QrPvk/s1600/P1010690.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVxD7lSpr7U/TvkGy_11nWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7KVjq7QrPvk/s320/P1010690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690587077359803746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Point of view is a term describing who is telling a story. "View" means to look, so when we talk about point of view we're talking about seeing a story's events through a character's or narrator's eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my cat Zoey, and I bet she has a great story to tell. What is she doing, or what is she about to do? What is she thinking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Write a story from the cat's point of view. It can be an "I" first-person story, or a "she" third-person story. Have fun being a cat--at least while you write your story!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-2323950134602058920?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2323950134602058920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2323950134602058920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/12/cats-point-of-view.html' title='A Cat&apos;s Point of View'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVxD7lSpr7U/TvkGy_11nWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/7KVjq7QrPvk/s72-c/P1010690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6941092519291092459</id><published>2011-12-20T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T15:21:14.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space aliens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Holiday Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWjwReQfGVI/TvEXWussyCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PgCIy6mfDps/s1600/MP900444291.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWjwReQfGVI/TvEXWussyCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PgCIy6mfDps/s320/MP900444291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688353483605723170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter what holiday you celebrate at this time of year--or even if you don't--there's something magical about going outdoors and seeing all the lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if you were a space alien seeing stores, houses, and apartment windows lit up for the first time? What kind of creatures would you think Earthlings were? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For our writing prompt today, imagine you're a space alien. Your ship has just landed next to a brightly lit shopping market, like in the photo above. What are you going to tell your space buddies back home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be creative. Why do Earthlings have so many lights? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6941092519291092459?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6941092519291092459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6941092519291092459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-magic.html' title='Holiday Magic'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pWjwReQfGVI/TvEXWussyCI/AAAAAAAAAZY/PgCIy6mfDps/s72-c/MP900444291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-3412378213872307365</id><published>2011-12-12T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T13:47:06.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Ellis'/><title type='text'>Holiday Parody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFSGfS_x2g4/TuZ2EAJiyQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GK72-S230UQ/s1600/MP900400148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFSGfS_x2g4/TuZ2EAJiyQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GK72-S230UQ/s320/MP900400148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685361390733412610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A scary Christmas tree? That's what you get when you say, "Twas the fright before Christmas...." and that's called parody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is parody? According to Sarah Ellis in &lt;i&gt;The Young Writer's Companion &lt;/i&gt;(a wonderful book)&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;parody is "A humorous, exaggerated imitation of a poem, song, character, or writing style." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other holiday parodies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Jingle bells, Santa smells, ninety miles away...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Joy to the world, the school burned down." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can you come up with other holiday parodies? Think of your favorite (or least favorite) holiday song or poem, and give it a try:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Rudolph, the snot-nosed reindeer, had a gooey, gobby nose...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Frosty the jail man, had a big, big set of keys...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have fun poking gentle fun at the songs we hear over and over at this time of  year. Who knows? Your parody may become the next big hit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-3412378213872307365?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3412378213872307365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3412378213872307365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/12/holiday-parody.html' title='Holiday Parody'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CFSGfS_x2g4/TuZ2EAJiyQI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GK72-S230UQ/s72-c/MP900400148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4485477646159736064</id><published>2011-12-05T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:37:39.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Opening Doors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oco2itl58zc/Tt1U5AJmVbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tcD7_QS1RtQ/s1600/MP900444458.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oco2itl58zc/Tt1U5AJmVbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tcD7_QS1RtQ/s400/MP900444458.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682791643080971698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes starting a new story is as easy as opening a door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you need an idea for getting started, try using a door in the first sentence or paragraph. Doors are portals, or openings, to the outside world. When we hear a knock on the door, we're interested. When we open a door, we meet--someone or something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try using these first sentences to start a story, or make up one of your own. Whom or what will you meet on the other side of that door? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I opened the door, and....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When the doorbell rang, Adam ran to be the first one there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The door was so low, Uncle Jake had to stoop to come inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd never seen a door painted flamingo-pink before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Creak!!! I pushed the door open and found....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The name carved into the wooden door gave me shivers--it was my name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The door slammed with such force that Julie jumped. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knocked three times and waited. And waited. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello? I'm a 500-year-old door, and I have a story to tell....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4485477646159736064?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4485477646159736064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4485477646159736064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/12/opening-doors.html' title='Opening Doors'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oco2itl58zc/Tt1U5AJmVbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tcD7_QS1RtQ/s72-c/MP900444458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-2688445269683083146</id><published>2011-11-28T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:16:58.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='treasure'/><title type='text'>Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fl9mL9RpnUQ/TtQkMj6hySI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MIvh3Uh5PzU/s1600/MP900341872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fl9mL9RpnUQ/TtQkMj6hySI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MIvh3Uh5PzU/s320/MP900341872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680204828238792994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does the word "Treasure" mean to you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;Riches, gems, gold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you think of buried treasure? A chest full of money? A surprise you find in your pocket? A hidden fortune? A wallet filled with $100 bills? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or does "Treasure" make you think about a person or a pet? Someone in your family whom you treasure? Your cat that keeps you warm at night ? Or your uncle who always gives you just the right present? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or do you treasure something more abstract? Time? Beauty? A friend sticking up for you?  A kind act on a day when you're feeling rotten? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who or what do you treasure? What does the word Treasure mean to you? Set your timer for 15 minutes and write about it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-2688445269683083146?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2688445269683083146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2688445269683083146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/11/treasure.html' title='Treasure'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fl9mL9RpnUQ/TtQkMj6hySI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MIvh3Uh5PzU/s72-c/MP900341872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6965402891994535716</id><published>2011-11-23T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:45:36.503-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>November</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsSG-6CAVyk/Ts1bOu0ZWwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_cTDZ_QgVTo/s1600/In%2BNovember.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsSG-6CAVyk/Ts1bOu0ZWwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_cTDZ_QgVTo/s400/In%2BNovember.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678295013828156162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week I wrote about November, and I'm still thinking about the things I love about this month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love the sky in November. Here in the Pacific Northwest it's often gray, but the sun is trying to peek through. The shades of gray are all different and alive, and always changing--mouse gray, almost-white, soft gray, or metal gray. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In November&lt;/i&gt;, a picture book by Cynthia Rylant and illustrated by Jill Kastner (published by Harcourt in 2000), is one of my favorite books about November. The book is like a poem to a month that doesn't get noticed too much, except at Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you like about November? Thanksgiving with your family? The first snow? Getting out your mittens? Sleeping in on weekends? Raking the last leaves? Watching which birds migrate? Getting ready for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make a list of your favorite things about November, and write a poem about them. And don't forget to have a great Thanksgiving. I'm grateful for everyone who reads "Yellow Pencils," and I'm grateful for November! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6965402891994535716?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6965402891994535716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6965402891994535716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/11/november.html' title='November'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jsSG-6CAVyk/Ts1bOu0ZWwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_cTDZ_QgVTo/s72-c/In%2BNovember.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6584511378698868472</id><published>2011-11-14T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:46:11.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 senses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='similes'/><title type='text'>Smells and Similes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V00Arlrzp30/TsGnde7pYGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Jwfg3ec3wOQ/s1600/MP900411769.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V00Arlrzp30/TsGnde7pYGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Jwfg3ec3wOQ/s400/MP900411769.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675001130424819810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it's the smell of wet leaves in the air, but I always think November has great smells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Smells, scents, odors, aromas--whatever you want to call them--are one of the hardest things to describe when we write. Sometimes it's easier if we use a simile: a comparison using the words "like" or "as." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try to describe what the following things smell like using a simile. Go wild with your imaginations! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll get us started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dirty socks: Her dirty socks smelled like five-day-old fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Salsa: Mom's homemade salsa smelled like the best vegetable garden on Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now you try some:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Burning rubber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clean sheets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Peanut butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The inside of our car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The inside of my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;An eraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My dog's ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A tree trunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A rusty fence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Already-been-chewed bubble gum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have lots of fun with smells and similes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6584511378698868472?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6584511378698868472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6584511378698868472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/11/smells-and-similes.html' title='Smells and Similes'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V00Arlrzp30/TsGnde7pYGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Jwfg3ec3wOQ/s72-c/MP900411769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-7855266255003463413</id><published>2011-11-07T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:13:29.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alphabet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Writing an Alphabet Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62s45SSvODk/TrhI2xT0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xYM7sODmxG0/s1600/decorative-letter-S.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62s45SSvODk/TrhI2xT0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xYM7sODmxG0/s400/decorative-letter-S.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672363836459729890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every person who writes a newspaper story knows that the 5 most important questions to ask and to answer in your story are Who? What? When? Where? Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if we turned those 5 questions into a poem, and had fun with the alphabet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the pattern. Our poem will have 5 lines answering our 5 questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Line 1: Who? (the subject)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Line 2: What? (what happened)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Line 3: When (when did it happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Line 4: Where (where did it happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Line 5: Why? (why did it happen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ready to start? Pick a letter of the alphabet. Let's say we pick S. Here's our poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who? Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What? Slithered sneakily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When? After snack time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where? To the sandbox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why? For a snooze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now let's take off the questions, and we have our finished poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;slithered sneakily&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;after snack time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to the sandbox&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for a snooze. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now you try one. Pick a letter of the alphabet. Will you pick J, T, or M? Or the first letter of your name? (Warning: Q and X are the hardest.) Have fun writing your alphabet poem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-7855266255003463413?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7855266255003463413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7855266255003463413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/11/writing-alphabet-poem.html' title='Writing an Alphabet Poem'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-62s45SSvODk/TrhI2xT0Q-I/AAAAAAAAAXw/xYM7sODmxG0/s72-c/decorative-letter-S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-46975448374747854</id><published>2011-10-31T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:37:01.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Halloween Stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oM2Fh9lOjZQ/Tq8hmcbVQSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/rVyvrqxEKJM/s1600/MP900412052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oM2Fh9lOjZQ/Tq8hmcbVQSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/rVyvrqxEKJM/s400/MP900412052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669787400232321314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);  font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To celebrate this ghoulish holiday, let's invent a recipe for Halloween Stew. (For the record, I'm a vegetarian, so this is definitely a make-believe recipe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 slithering snakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 timid toads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 crispy caterpillars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1 gallon of gorilla spit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2 jars of jumping bean juice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mix all ingredients together. Add 4 pounds of scary spiders. Season with dog dandruff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cook until trick-or-treaters show up at your door. Bring out your Halloween Stew, and watch everyone run away screaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;What would you put in YOUR Halloween Stew? Happy Pumpkin Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-46975448374747854?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/46975448374747854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/46975448374747854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-stew.html' title='Halloween Stew'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oM2Fh9lOjZQ/Tq8hmcbVQSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/rVyvrqxEKJM/s72-c/MP900412052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-1993828157405970109</id><published>2011-10-24T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:57:23.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word association'/><title type='text'>Color and Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdFfSpz2ZaU/TqXscvKN5-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/6ydJd8xoJJY/s1600/MC900432535.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdFfSpz2ZaU/TqXscvKN5-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/6ydJd8xoJJY/s400/MC900432535.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667195684555450338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week I talked about color, and this week I'm adding music. I love mixing different senses, like sight and sound, to see how that affects what we write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I did this writing exercise in my class for adults, "Creativity for Writers," and it's a great exercise to do in a group. Six to eight is a good number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let's say you have 8 people. Find 8 pens with different colored ink, or 8 sharp colored pencils. Each person chooses a pen, and takes out their notebook or a big piece of paper. Find a source of music--an MP3 player, a CD player and some CDs, a computer, or the radio. Sit in a circle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One person is in charge of the music. This exercise works best if you have different kinds of music--pop, rap, classical, country, rock, jazz, etc. You don't have to like the music. In fact, if you hate the music, that can make things more interesting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The person in charge puts on a piece of music. While it's playing, everyone writes about the color of their ink or pencil. The person with the green pen writes about the color green. The person with the red pen writes about the color red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What to write about? Write quickly without thinking too much, and listen to the music while you're writing. What associations do you have with that color? What does the color make you think of? Does the music tie in somehow? You don't have to write in complete sentences. Words or phrases are okay. Don't worry about spelling or punctuation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's what I wrote about the color blue while a song by the 1960s band The Beach Boys was playing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blue perfect for the Beach Boys waves water California clouds sun the blue of the day in summer, shimmering ocean, the blue of a boy's eyes as he runs in the sand&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Sparkle deep, flip flops with aqua blue flowers. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After a minute or two, the person in charge changes to a different piece of music. Everyone passes their pen to the person on the right, and takes a pen from the person on their left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Write about your new color while the new music is playing. Again, write quickly without thinking too much. After another minute or two, switch the music and your pens. Keep writing about each color until you're all back to your original color, and write about that color again. How was your writing different this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For fun, read your writing out loud in the circle. What did everyone write for pink, or yellow? What colors did everyone have for the jazz piece (if you had jazz), and what did you all write about? Did the music affect the writing? Did some music make you angry, or happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did any words or phrases you wrote down give you a story idea? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-1993828157405970109?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/1993828157405970109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/1993828157405970109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/10/color-and-music.html' title='Color and Music'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pdFfSpz2ZaU/TqXscvKN5-I/AAAAAAAAAXI/6ydJd8xoJJY/s72-c/MC900432535.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-5300302875142909910</id><published>2011-10-18T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:27:44.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='description'/><title type='text'>Three Colors Your Character Would Never Wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0G5rW17n614/Tp22lcYBlAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/QMGykd2PKAQ/s1600/MP900438573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0G5rW17n614/Tp22lcYBlAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/QMGykd2PKAQ/s400/MP900438573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664884660690326530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you have a favorite color? (I have two, purple and green, especially when they're together.) Do you have a least favorite color? A color you hate? A color that makes you feel sick? A color you would never wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Guess what? Our &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;characters have opinions about color, too. Our characters' opinions can surprise us. What if the captain of the football team loves hot pink? Or if a ballet dancer's favorite color is army-green? We can use our characters' favorite or least favorite colors to reveal something about who they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;Think about a character from a story you've written or a story you want to write. What are three colors your character would never wear? Write a paragraph from that character's point of view telling us why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;Here's one of my characters talking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;The worst color ever is puce. Doesn't it sound horrible? In case you've never heard of puce, it's dark red-brown-purple. It's the color of throw-up after you've eaten a bowl of Spaghettios with grape juice. It's the color of that stuff on the bottom of your shoe after a dog's walked by. It's the color of mud on a rainy day after you slide into third base, and your face is slammed into the mud and it's splattered all over your teeth and hair. It's the color--but you get the idea. Don't ever wear puce. I don't. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:130%;" &gt;What are three colors your character would never wear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-5300302875142909910?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5300302875142909910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5300302875142909910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-colors-your-character-would-never.html' title='Three Colors Your Character Would Never Wear'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0G5rW17n614/Tp22lcYBlAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/QMGykd2PKAQ/s72-c/MP900438573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6021470998042689809</id><published>2011-10-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:35:23.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>The Cat in the Bookstore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-Cg8chloSs/TpNWihhyEWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/v3MUcoy50zk/s1600/P1010651.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-Cg8chloSs/TpNWihhyEWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/v3MUcoy50zk/s400/P1010651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661964307650449762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back and rested from my trip to Poland. I visited a ruined castle, a writer's museum, a spa town with healthy water, a medieval village, and the Old Town of Warsaw, Poland's capital. (The Old Town was completely destroyed during World War II, and was rebuilt brick by brick.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best of all, I got to visit family. Second best of all, I got to go into lots of bookstores. A bookstore filled with books in another language is a fun place to visit, but guess what? The books may not be in English, but a lot of other things are the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like having a bookstore cat. I took a photo of this cat in a Warsaw bookstore. It was lying on a stack of art books, which makes me think the cat has good taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What kind of stories could this cat tell about living in a bookstore? What kind of adventures could it have? Maybe it catches a book thief. Or maybe one morning the owner doesn't show up. Or the owner does show up....with another cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Write a story about The Cat in the Bookstore. Use your imagination to come up with a tale (ha ha, get it?) for this handsome, book-loving cat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6021470998042689809?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6021470998042689809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6021470998042689809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/10/cat-in-bookstore.html' title='The Cat in the Bookstore'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7-Cg8chloSs/TpNWihhyEWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/v3MUcoy50zk/s72-c/P1010651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-3594049025641137500</id><published>2011-09-05T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:12:13.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Yellow Pencils Takes a Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWw1HWJSdd4/TmVHeNG3d7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jx1hWJ3PngI/s1600/MP900403108.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWw1HWJSdd4/TmVHeNG3d7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jx1hWJ3PngI/s400/MP900403108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648999891846264754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope everyone's having a good school year so far, with lots of writing! While you're in school this September, Yellow Pencils is taking a vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm going to Poland to visit family. I plan to take lots of notes in my travel journal and come back with ideas for stories, poems, and prompts. I'm excited about getting a new stamp in my passport. I'll also get to practice my Polish language skills (which need a lot of help). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Keep writing! I'll be back in early October, and my yellow pencil will be raring to go! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-3594049025641137500?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3594049025641137500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3594049025641137500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/09/yellow-pencils-takes-vacation.html' title='Yellow Pencils Takes a Vacation!'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gWw1HWJSdd4/TmVHeNG3d7I/AAAAAAAAAWo/jx1hWJ3PngI/s72-c/MP900403108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6304650797594329326</id><published>2011-08-29T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:02:46.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Carlos Williams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>"So Much Depends Upon" Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_jw0tcKsu0/TlwMANmlv6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/da-s5STeweY/s1600/MP900430445.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_jw0tcKsu0/TlwMANmlv6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/da-s5STeweY/s400/MP900430445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646401230606811042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just finished teaching two great weeks of writing camps! The best part, as always, was listening to the young writers' stories and poems. Some were funny, some were sad, and all the stories and poems showed that young writers have awesome, thoughtful, wacky, tremendous imaginations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Two young writers wrote poems based on a famous poem by an American poet, William Carlos Williams. It's called "The Red Wheelbarrow," and it goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so much depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a red wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;barrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;glazed with rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beside the white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chickens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems so simple, right? Some of the best poetry is like that. But within this poem's simplicity are powerful images. After reading the poem, can't you vividly see the red wheelbarrow in the rain, and the white chickens beside it? And notice how Mr. Williams breaks up the lines: the words "barrow, water, and chickens" each gets its own line, so our eyes rest on it. Try reading the poem out loud, slowly. Did you notice how you gave a little extra "weight" to those words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the novel &lt;i&gt;Hate That Cat &lt;/i&gt;by Sharon Creech, the character named Jack writes his own poem based on "The Red Wheelbarrow." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So much depends upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a creeping cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crouched in the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beside the yellow bus stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's one of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so much depends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a bowl of oatmeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waiting on an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;orange table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on the first day of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Try writing your own "So Much Depends Upon" poem. Play around with colors, images, line spaces, and vivid words. And have a great first day of school!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6304650797594329326?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6304650797594329326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6304650797594329326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-much-depends-upon-poems.html' title='&quot;So Much Depends Upon&quot; Poems'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_jw0tcKsu0/TlwMANmlv6I/AAAAAAAAAWY/da-s5STeweY/s72-c/MP900430445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-3888356345076706490</id><published>2011-08-17T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T06:52:48.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><title type='text'>The Magical Object</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52AnaUfvm7o/TkvG1oKPOOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/g9goyZ5T2rM/s1600/maple-leaf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52AnaUfvm7o/TkvG1oKPOOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/g9goyZ5T2rM/s320/maple-leaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641821582827403490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm teaching summer writing workshops for young writers during the next two weeks. Yesterday someone suggested "a magic pine cone" as a writing prompt. That got me thinking....what other objects could be magical?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday we see objects that seem, well, everyday. What if these objects are everyday in our world, but magical to someone else in another world? Or what if we could grant them magical powers? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Find a small object in your neighborhood--your street, driveway, yard, playground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What did you find? A leaf, bottle cap, or dandelion? A piece of glass (be careful!),  a shell, or a marble? A stick? A piece of string , a stone, or a blade of grass? How about a pine cone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grant your object magical powers. What can it do? Fulfill three wishes? Lift heavy objects? Remove all sadness from the world? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now imagine your magical object starring in its very own story. Have fun writing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-3888356345076706490?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3888356345076706490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3888356345076706490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/08/magical-object.html' title='The Magical Object'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-52AnaUfvm7o/TkvG1oKPOOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/g9goyZ5T2rM/s72-c/maple-leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-912836593846941385</id><published>2011-08-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T14:42:21.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='months'/><title type='text'>The Dog Days of August</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9OKJgbR7C0/TkBVJqMJTFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/P3vIDqlHhqo/s1600/P1000788.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9OKJgbR7C0/TkBVJqMJTFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/P3vIDqlHhqo/s400/P1000788.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638600357900274770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever heard of the dog days of August? That's the hottest time of the year. The term "dog days" is thought to come from the rising of Sirius, the Dog Star. Or maybe it comes from the fact that in August, we often see dogs lying in the shade, trying to avoid the hot sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wherever we get the term, I think the "dog days of August" can give us a fun writing exercise. If we have dog days in August, what do we have the other months?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How about these? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The white rabbit days of January. (Because some rabbits turn white to blend in with the snow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The chocolate days of February. (Because we celebrate Valentine's Day.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The squall days of March. (Because we often have big, windy storms.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The batter days of April. (Because baseball starts in April.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How about May, June, July, August, September, October, November, and December? What special "days" name can you give to those months? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We don't want cats to be jealous that dogs have "dog days." What month would have "cat days?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have fun thinking up "days" names for each month of the year. For extra fun, make a calendar with illustrations. And don't forget to give your dog extra water in August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-912836593846941385?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/912836593846941385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/912836593846941385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/08/dog-days-of-august.html' title='The Dog Days of August'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9OKJgbR7C0/TkBVJqMJTFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/P3vIDqlHhqo/s72-c/P1000788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4201684582706109691</id><published>2011-08-01T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:29:09.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Baby Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T77sEt_ZAa0/TjdxEIaZNFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DKV8lCwlkaI/s1600/P1010062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T77sEt_ZAa0/TjdxEIaZNFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DKV8lCwlkaI/s320/P1010062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636097774469067858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby ducks are ducklings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Llz8hKsdCa4/Tjdwj_ze86I/AAAAAAAAAV4/AkXjZvNEsAA/s1600/P1010063.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Llz8hKsdCa4/Tjdwj_ze86I/AAAAAAAAAV4/AkXjZvNEsAA/s320/P1010063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636097222402569122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby geese are goslings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjekqpI73sI/Tjdv_NQ5u_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/BL0TU4qDz-w/s1600/P1010019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjekqpI73sI/Tjdv_NQ5u_I/AAAAAAAAAVw/BL0TU4qDz-w/s320/P1010019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636096590360460274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And baby humans are...babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How many names can you think of for baby animals? A baby cat is a kitten. A baby dog is a puppy. A baby eagle is an eaglet. A baby frog is a tadpole. A baby fox, bear, wolf, or lion is a cub. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How about some lesser known babies? A baby lizard is a hatchling. A baby snake is a snakelet. A baby shark is a pup. A baby elephant is a calf.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For a fun word game, make a list of as many baby animal names as you can find. Or make up your own names. A baby crow? How about a crowlet? A crowling? A crowten? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Let your imagination soar as high as a baby seagull. Would that be a seaglet? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4201684582706109691?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4201684582706109691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4201684582706109691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-ducks-are-ducklings.html' title='Baby Animals'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T77sEt_ZAa0/TjdxEIaZNFI/AAAAAAAAAWA/DKV8lCwlkaI/s72-c/P1010062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-3201138301511139583</id><published>2011-07-25T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T15:24:59.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvisation'/><title type='text'>A String of Pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you noticed that I've been using word games and storytelling games for summer writing activities? Any time of year is great for word play, but summer seems especially good because we're often hanging around with friends. Friends make a word game or storytelling game even more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I ran into Nancy Lewars the other day. Nancy teaches an improv acting class (short for "improvisational") on Bainbridge Island where I live. Nancy told me about a great improv storytelling game called "A String of Pearls." Here's how you play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You need at least three people (that's where your friends come in). Imagine an invisible string in front of you. The first person starts by stringing the first pearl--by saying a sentence that begins a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Beginning: One day a mouse jumped out of the heating vent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The second person strings the second pearl--by saying a sentence that will be the middle of the story. The second sentence doesn't have to be related to the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Middle: The paper bag filled with marbles flew across the street and under the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The third person strings the third pearl--by saying a sentence that will be the end of the story. The third sentence doesn't have to be related to the first or second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;End: The giraffe drove the stolen car to the police station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So far we have three pearls on our string: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Beginning: One day a mouse jumped out of the heating vent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Middle: The paper bag filled with marbles flew across the street and under the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;End: The giraffe drove the stolen car to the police station.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now the three people (or more) string the rest of the pearls by filling in the story. How will you create a story by connecting a mouse, a paper bag filled with marbles, and a giraffe driving a stolen car? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Have fun stringing your own pearls!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-3201138301511139583?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3201138301511139583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3201138301511139583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/07/string-of-pearls.html' title='A String of Pearls'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-29888909107611632</id><published>2011-07-10T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:58:49.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='license plates'/><title type='text'>The License Plate Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc1dS-62S88/ThnoH4ousXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GdxksRHNUrI/s1600/toy-car.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 105px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc1dS-62S88/ThnoH4ousXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GdxksRHNUrI/s400/toy-car.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627784431536091506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm going on a trip next week. I'm flying to Boston, and then driving to Vermont with a friend. Thinking about driving reminds me of cars, which reminds me of license plates, which reminds me of the License Plate Game. It's a great game for writers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Even if you're not going on a trip this summer, you can see license plates almost anywhere. Here's how the game works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Find five license plates that include letters. Then make a phrase out of the letters.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;SFA = Stop Feeding Aliens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;MLH = Monsters Live Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DSOM = Don't Step on Marvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;LL = Lizard Landing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;UNH = Unicorns Need Help &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For extra fun, use one of your phrases as a story title, and then write a story about aliens, monsters, Marvin, lizards, or unicorns. See how creative you can be, all because of the humble license plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-29888909107611632?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/29888909107611632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/29888909107611632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/07/license-plate-game.html' title='The License Plate Game'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc1dS-62S88/ThnoH4ousXI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/GdxksRHNUrI/s72-c/toy-car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-978295912223011125</id><published>2011-06-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T08:25:26.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alliteration'/><title type='text'>Alliteration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-IJmjHZr3o/TgnyFV2akhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IBuHocLp7dc/s1600/beach-sun.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-IJmjHZr3o/TgnyFV2akhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IBuHocLp7dc/s400/beach-sun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623291783327420946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer is a splendid season to soak up the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;That's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;alliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, when we use the same letter at the beginning of words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Alliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; is fun, it's rhythmic, and it's poetic. It has a nice sound. When readers see a sentence with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;alliteration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, they enjoy saying the words out loud.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Let's try another one: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Larry was so lazy, he lounged till noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Not every word in a sentence needs to start with the same letter. Here's a line from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The Jade Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; by Carolyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Marsden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; and Virginia Shin-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Loh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. The main character, Ginny, is thinking about the disappointing Christmas presents she received.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Socks. Underwear. A pair of pajamas. Pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Say it out loud. The "p" sounds with their little puff of air show how frustrated Ginny is. Later on the page, she repeats the line, so we get to hear the "p" sounds again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Socks. Underwear. A pair of pajamas. Pencils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Try writing your own alliteration. It's fun, fabulous, and fantastic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-978295912223011125?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/978295912223011125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/978295912223011125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/06/alliteration.html' title='Alliteration'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W-IJmjHZr3o/TgnyFV2akhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/IBuHocLp7dc/s72-c/beach-sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-7446373185116235060</id><published>2011-06-21T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T08:25:36.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='word games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><title type='text'>The Translation Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Q B X M P C Y D A H U K S E Z N L T W O V F G &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I J R  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a word game I learned from Nancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lewars&lt;/span&gt;. It's a great game for summer, because you can play it outside while the weather's warm and sunny.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Three people sit in a row. The person in the middle is the Translator. The first person says something to the Translator in a made-up language (gibberish). The second person, or Translator, "translates" that to the third person in English. The third person answers the Translator in another made-up language (gibberish). The Translator then "translates" that back to the first person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sound complicated? It isn't. Here's an example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First person: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eee&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt; ha la, moo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hani&lt;/span&gt; la?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Translator: "Why are you wearing a wool coat in June?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Third person: "Sher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trekk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ponter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dred&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;trekk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;setin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;klakervin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Translator: "Someone took my clothes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First person: "Moo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Translator: "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Third person: "Sher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trekk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;klakervin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bettlever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dagin&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Translator: "Because the clothes didn't belong to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You get the idea. Create a story using the Translation Game, and see how long you can keep it going. Have fun making up your gibberish language on the spot!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. Lemonade goes great with this game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-7446373185116235060?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7446373185116235060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7446373185116235060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/06/translation-game.html' title='The Translation Game'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-9047691233454870721</id><published>2011-06-13T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T07:51:58.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>School's Out for Summer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knpyabFUdwU/TfZ0pG4R5WI/AAAAAAAAAVA/blPM_Wb88mE/s1600/School-bus-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 75px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knpyabFUdwU/TfZ0pG4R5WI/AAAAAAAAAVA/blPM_Wb88mE/s400/School-bus-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617805834761397602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SCHOOL'S OUT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;School's out for summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's really a bummer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I miss all my classes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and wearing my glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The bus smelled so great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I was  never late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;My teacher was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I really loved school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I did all my work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and was never a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now summer's here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and I'm shedding a tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Just kidding! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I can ride my bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and go for a hike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I can sleep till noon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and act like a goon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I can watch TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and water ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ride my skateboard all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and play, play, play, play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;NOT kidding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What do YOU think about school being out for summer? Write a poem about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-9047691233454870721?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/9047691233454870721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/9047691233454870721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s Out for Summer!'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-knpyabFUdwU/TfZ0pG4R5WI/AAAAAAAAAVA/blPM_Wb88mE/s72-c/School-bus-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-8814265589873805425</id><published>2011-06-07T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T16:48:08.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><title type='text'>Libraries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVvJZpVG2Gc/Te63Iie5vcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/k5Xi56Psty8/s1600/P1000844.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVvJZpVG2Gc/Te63Iie5vcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/k5Xi56Psty8/s400/P1000844.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615627142700842434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, LOVE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; libraries! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's better than a library? A story set in a library. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Think of all the story possibilities for a library:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you get locked inside the library overnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you see someone stealing a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you're hiding from someone in the library bathroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you're at the library computer when a magical dragonfly whizzes past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you find a talking tarantula with a chef's hat in the cookbook section &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Try setting a story in a library. In YOUR library, no one will say, "Shhhhhh!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-8814265589873805425?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8814265589873805425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8814265589873805425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/06/libraries.html' title='Libraries'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YVvJZpVG2Gc/Te63Iie5vcI/AAAAAAAAAUw/k5Xi56Psty8/s72-c/P1000844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-243708991851056477</id><published>2011-05-30T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T07:54:48.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memorial Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today is Memorial Day. It's a holiday, which means no school, right? It's good to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Memorial Day is a holiday. On this day, we remember soldiers who have died. We also remember family members and friends who have died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So Memorial Day is about remembering. It's about memory. Are you remembering someone special today? Maybe it's your grandma or grandpa. Maybe it's your pet. Or maybe you're remembering someone who's living--your mom, dad, aunt, or uncle in the military or away from home for another reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Think about someone you're remembering today. Write down five things about that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I'm remembering my mom who died a few years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Made the best chocolate chip cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Took the bus with me because she didn't drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Helped me with my spelling words (and that's why I'm a good speller). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Taught me some words in Polish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Loved to go shopping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you remember about a special person or pet? Happy Memorial Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-243708991851056477?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/243708991851056477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/243708991851056477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/05/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-5690094650913489108</id><published>2011-05-16T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:50:51.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather'/><title type='text'>Water, Water Everywhere....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4n1XgNeCo6c/TdGbycR6MaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/pIIbdUzxvok/s1600/umbrella.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4n1XgNeCo6c/TdGbycR6MaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/pIIbdUzxvok/s400/umbrella.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607434301940052386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you get to a page in a book that describes the weather, do you yawn? It doesn't have to be that way! The weather--rainy, sunny, stormy, cold, hot, dry--can be a great backdrop to your story. The weather can reflect the way your characters feel, or just the opposite. Your character may be in a sunny mood, and not even a rain squall can dampen that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Out of the Dust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;by Karen Hesse is all about the weather. The story is set in the Oklahoma dust bowl during the Depression. The dryness almost lifts off the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;As Long As There Are Mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; by Natalie Kinsey-Warnock, set in Vermont, Iris describes the rain: "The trees dripped rain, shrouded in fog, and seemed as pale and lifeless as ghosts, but they weren't lifeless at all. Their energy was stored deep inside to weather the cold winter." That could describe Iris herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A picture book can convey weather, too. Here's the first page of George Shannon's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rabbit's Gift: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Rabbit twitched his nose in the cold, damp air. Time to find food. More snow was coming. Coming soon." Even if you're reading that in spring, don't you want to cuddle up under a warm blanket? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Whether (ha-ha) you're writing about wet weather, dry weather, cold weather, or hot weather, you have an opportunity to convey mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Try writing a paragraph about weather. Describe a storm, a blizzard, a thunderstorm, or a heat wave. Think about how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; have experienced those weather events. Now think about a character who experiences hail on his face, sleet under his collar, or snow in her boots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Makes you want to cuddle up under a warm blanket, doesn't it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-5690094650913489108?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5690094650913489108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5690094650913489108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/05/water-water-everywhere.html' title='Water, Water Everywhere....'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4n1XgNeCo6c/TdGbycR6MaI/AAAAAAAAAUk/pIIbdUzxvok/s72-c/umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6080696368063192277</id><published>2011-05-09T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T16:13:04.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J43zeLBv6Ns/TchzbBMNbGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tutHrQwbaUI/s1600/MP900262948.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J43zeLBv6Ns/TchzbBMNbGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tutHrQwbaUI/s320/MP900262948.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604856644275891298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When people read our stories, they want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; our characters' emotions. How do we put emotion into a story? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We can write about our characters' emotions by thinking about our own emotions. We don't have to be gushy or drip tears all over the page (or screen). But we can think about a time we felt the same way our character is feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If your character is angry: think about a time someone made you really mad. What did you do? Did you want to hit someone? Did your heart start racing? Did your face get hot? Did you roll your hands into fists? Or did you go off by yourself to cool down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If your character is happy: think about a time you felt true joy. What did you do? Did you jump up and down ? Did you cheer? Or did you sit quietly and let the wave of happiness wash over you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If your character is jealous: think about a time you felt "green" with jealousy because your friend received a wonderful gift. What did you do? Did you make a sarcastic remark? Did you try to grab the gift? Or did you force yourself to make a kind remark, even though you didn't feel like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Look at the photo of the boy above. What do you think just happened? What emotion is this boy feeling? Think about a time you felt that same emotion. How did you react? Would this boy react the same way? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write a paragraph describing how the boy is feeling. Maybe your description will make him feel better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6080696368063192277?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6080696368063192277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6080696368063192277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/05/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J43zeLBv6Ns/TchzbBMNbGI/AAAAAAAAAUU/tutHrQwbaUI/s72-c/MP900262948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-1474291937394585326</id><published>2011-05-02T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:57:59.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naming places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><title type='text'>Naming Places and Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj8FMKZC_Eg/Tb82g0cuaoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Cggar0GKVy8/s1600/P1000897.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj8FMKZC_Eg/Tb82g0cuaoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Cggar0GKVy8/s200/P1000897.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602256398935026306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's fun to name characters in a story, but it's also fun to name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; in your story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In this exercise, name the following things and imagine the stories they might go in. When you come up with a story idea you love, write the story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a desert town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a disease that's just been discovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a diner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; quadruplets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a combination laundromat and beauty salon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a new diet soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a summer cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a rock band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a tree house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a parking garage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; a shoe store &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here's my idea for a desert town named Crazy Rock: A girl who's lived near the ocean all her life moves to Crazy Rock, a town of 100 people in the Arizona desert. She misses the water so much, she decides to find a way to bring a bit of the ocean to her new home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Excuse me while I go write the story. Try naming the things above and finding your own idea for a story! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-1474291937394585326?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/1474291937394585326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/1474291937394585326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/05/naming-places-and-things.html' title='Naming Places and Things'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jj8FMKZC_Eg/Tb82g0cuaoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Cggar0GKVy8/s72-c/P1000897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-645539467630995867</id><published>2011-04-25T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:47:27.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Poetry Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Am poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>"I Am" Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In an "I Am" poem, we write about a thing as if we are that thing. (Isn't it fun to pretend?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here's the form we use for an "I Am" poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am a __________, __________&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; ___________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am a __________, __________&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; ___________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am a __________, __________&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; ___________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I am a ____________________________________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In the first blank, write down an object. In the second blank after the comma, use a verb ending in "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt;." Try to think of fun and unusual verbs, something you don't usually connect with that object. Instead of "I am a pine cone, falling to the ground," how about "I am a pine cone, diving to the ground?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In the third blank, finish the sentence as you'd like. So: "I am a garbage can, opening my mouth to eat leftovers." (Who says you can't write a poem about a garbage can?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For the next two lines, write about two other objects. For the last line, finish the poem however you'd like with an "I am" statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Since we just celebrated Earth Day, I wrote an "I Am" poem about something from nature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-deT4M_KljJU/TbYDaz2D3gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Lu6_mbAJXHg/s200/large-leaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599666945810226690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Leaf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am a leaf&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;swallowing rain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am a blade of grass&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;listening to skateboarders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am a daffodil&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;hiding from flower pickers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am the big, fat, yellow sun winking at Earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt;mso-bidi-Marker Felt&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-645539467630995867?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/645539467630995867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/645539467630995867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-poem.html' title='&quot;I Am&quot; Poem'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-deT4M_KljJU/TbYDaz2D3gI/AAAAAAAAAUE/Lu6_mbAJXHg/s72-c/large-leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-3957043899012936727</id><published>2011-04-18T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:21:07.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Poetry Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how-to poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A How-To Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nv4oYLi_550/TaybdkLD2DI/AAAAAAAAATs/QoJV2CcbP6E/s1600/giraffe-sharp.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nv4oYLi_550/TaybdkLD2DI/AAAAAAAAATs/QoJV2CcbP6E/s320/giraffe-sharp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597019369143261234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For the rest of National Poetry Month, I want to focus on writing poems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How about a "How-To Poem?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We all know how to do things. Some of us know how to bake chocolate chip cookies. Others know how to put on a pair of skis (I don't). Still others know how to take the subway. If someone asks us, we can explain how to do those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's what a "How-To Poem" does. It explains how to do something, only we use our imaginations instead of explaining how to do something from real life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For example: How to give a giraffe a bath. Or how to find buried treasure. Or how to put a bathing suit on a four-ton hippo. (Don't try that at home.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What would you like to explain in your "how-to poem?" Use your imagination: the sillier the better. Here's my "how-to-poem" about putting a cat to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;HOW TO PUT A CAT TO BED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, find a cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He may not cooperate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tuck him in with blankets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sing lullabies until he purrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Then turn away and wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;for the sound of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;cat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-3957043899012936727?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3957043899012936727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3957043899012936727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-poem.html' title='A How-To Poem'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nv4oYLi_550/TaybdkLD2DI/AAAAAAAAATs/QoJV2CcbP6E/s72-c/giraffe-sharp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-9174474803051970476</id><published>2011-04-11T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:45:02.314-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Poetry Month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrostics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>National Poetry Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZQKNu390JM/TaPJZecusmI/AAAAAAAAATk/qVBgl32GBPY/s1600/open-book-01.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZQKNu390JM/TaPJZecusmI/AAAAAAAAATk/qVBgl32GBPY/s400/open-book-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594536601631765090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;April is National Poetry Month, and that means it's time to write poems! Not that we ever need an excuse to write a poem, but April is a good time to remember how much fun it is to play with words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So go ahead! Write a poem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;How, you ask? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Start with an acrostic poem. That's one where you use the letters of the person, animal, place, or thing you're writing about to start each line. Like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;lways running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;oving quickly with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ellow braids flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;aby seagulls cry while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;arly morning swimmers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;rrive with their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;hairs and towels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;oping for a scorcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Use your own name, your street, your favorite ice cream, the best month of the year (in your opinion), or even the word "poem" to write an acrostic poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;ractically no one writes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;rdinary poems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;xcept me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;aybe it's because I'm extraordinary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-9174474803051970476?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/9174474803051970476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/9174474803051970476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/04/national-poetry-month.html' title='National Poetry Month'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZQKNu390JM/TaPJZecusmI/AAAAAAAAATk/qVBgl32GBPY/s72-c/open-book-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4501036867970473060</id><published>2011-04-04T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:08:25.923-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookmobile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libraries'/><title type='text'>A Bookmobile Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9G9eMuXltU/TZpOxWx_y5I/AAAAAAAAATc/rvrJIlypS9Q/s1600/P1010123.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9G9eMuXltU/TZpOxWx_y5I/AAAAAAAAATc/rvrJIlypS9Q/s400/P1010123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591868497169730450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When I was in Seattle last weekend, I saw this amazing, colorful bookmobile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I love bookmobiles, even though I've always lived near a library and never got to actually use one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To me, libraries are one of the best things about being alive. Think about it. In a library, you get to look at books, pick out movies, read magazines, listen to stories, and get your questions answered. They even let you take books home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now imagine all that in a bus painted with colorful characters...a library on wheels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What if a bookmobile could talk? I bet it would have a lot of stories to tell. Think about all the people who have walked up the steps of this bookmobile and discovered magical worlds inside the pages of a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For fun, write a story set inside this bookmobile. Maybe it's a story about a boy who's looking for that perfect book on how to make cupcakes. Maybe it's about a girl who wants to find out how to care for her pet tarantula. Maybe it's about an anteater that wants to learn how to read. Maybe the story is about the people who painted the bookmobile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Enjoy your bookmobile ride! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4501036867970473060?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4501036867970473060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4501036867970473060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/04/bookmobile-story.html' title='A Bookmobile Story'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z9G9eMuXltU/TZpOxWx_y5I/AAAAAAAAATc/rvrJIlypS9Q/s72-c/P1010123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-2825394191041249163</id><published>2011-03-29T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:25:14.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improvisation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Once Upon a Time'/><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's spring break here on Bainbridge Island where I live, so I thought it would be fun to have a writing game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This idea is from Nancy Lewars. Last winter, I took Nancy's class on improvisational acting, or "improv." In improv, members of a group "improvise" with each other. That means they interact in a group to create scenes and characters. It's really fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;In Nancy's improv class, we played a game called "Once Upon a Time." It's a great game for writers, and it goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Round up a group of nine people, including yourself. The nine people can be your friends, family, or neighbors. They can be kids or grown-ups. Form a circle. Each person in the group completes one of the following lines, going around the circle until you have a complete story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Once upon a time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And every day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Until one day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And because of this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And because of this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And because of this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Until finally....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And ever since that day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The moral of the story is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The "moral" of the story is the little lesson you can learn from it. (Oops, sorry, didn't mean to talk about lessons during spring break.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here's an example to get you started:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Once upon a time, a grizzly bear escaped from the zoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And every day, it would visit Mrs. Merckle's garden to eat her spinach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Until one day, Mrs. Merckle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What? What did Mrs. Merckle do? It's up to you to finish the story with the other members of your group. Have fun improvising! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-2825394191041249163?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2825394191041249163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2825394191041249163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/03/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-356633565543891429</id><published>2011-03-14T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:09:06.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 senses'/><title type='text'>Our Sense of Smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNftV3dYXxY/TX6fbOt9VfI/AAAAAAAAATM/NG-NJuV_VU0/s1600/head2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNftV3dYXxY/TX6fbOt9VfI/AAAAAAAAATM/NG-NJuV_VU0/s400/head2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584075878142137842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I love the smell of freshly baked bread, chocolate chip cookies, pine cones, my cats' heads (weird, I know), sheets just out of the dryer, grass after it's been cut, the pages of a new book, and mint tea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm not crazy about the smell of overcooked broccoli, dirty socks, dog breath, wet wool, cheese that's been left in the refrigerator (ugh), burned toast, and car exhaust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What smells do you like? What smells do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Our sense of smell is a powerful way to connect with our readers. I don't mean our readers will actually smell US. I mean we can use the sense of smell in our stories to draw our readers in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;An example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you smell freshly cut grass, what does it make you think of? The time you walked in the park with a favorite grandparent? The time you hit a home run in Little League? The time you got grass stains on your jeans and your mom was mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We all make emotional connections through our senses when we read. Smell is one of the most powerful of the five senses. We make a connection between a smell in a story, and an emotion we felt when we encountered that smell in real life. The smell in the story takes us right back to that emotion, even if the event happened three years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Try this. Write a scene with two characters talking. (Any two characters: a police officer and the driver he's giving a ticket to; two worms in a garden; or a boy and his martial arts teacher.) Can you include a smell in your scene? Maybe the police officer smells the thick exhaust coming out of the old car. Maybe the worm smells the wet dirt. Maybe the boy smells the sweat in the classroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Most readers have smelled car exhaust, wet dirt, and sweat. Readers will remember those smells and make an emotional connection to your story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Try using smell in your stories. What will it be? Overcooked broccoli? Or freshly baked chocolate chip cookies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-356633565543891429?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/356633565543891429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/356633565543891429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/03/our-sense-of-smell.html' title='Our Sense of Smell'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YNftV3dYXxY/TX6fbOt9VfI/AAAAAAAAATM/NG-NJuV_VU0/s72-c/head2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4228358950010063995</id><published>2011-03-07T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:16:38.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;what if&quot; story'/><title type='text'>A "What If" Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vv4_2SLldU/TXVk6q_dLPI/AAAAAAAAATE/HcQlSqipGVU/s1600/tiger-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vv4_2SLldU/TXVk6q_dLPI/AAAAAAAAATE/HcQlSqipGVU/s400/tiger-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581478272331230450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We all like to wonder, "What if?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Writing fiction is fun because we can speculate, muse, be curious, puzzle, imagine, play, and make believe---all ways of saying that we can wonder, "What if?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Try writing a story with a "what if" question as a starting point. Where does the question lead your imagination?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if a tiger walked into your bedroom? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if you invented a new kind of umbrella that earned you $1,000,000?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if it rained so hard that your house went down the river and landed in the next town--a town filled only with cats?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if you woke up and your entire family turned into erasers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if you had three ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if you ate breakfast for dinner, dinner for lunch, and lunch for breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if the entire world was yellow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if you watched movies on the bottoms of your shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if your yard turned into Sea World?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if you found a taco that talked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have fun with your "what if" story. "What if" you wrote one today? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4228358950010063995?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4228358950010063995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4228358950010063995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-if-story.html' title='A &quot;What If&quot; Story'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vv4_2SLldU/TXVk6q_dLPI/AAAAAAAAATE/HcQlSqipGVU/s72-c/tiger-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-2965783410139887771</id><published>2011-02-28T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:01:58.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='names'/><title type='text'>What's In a Name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ3bP6law9I/TWw2_-CKjAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iCigKGcTXSM/s1600/245px-Harry-truman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ3bP6law9I/TWw2_-CKjAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iCigKGcTXSM/s400/245px-Harry-truman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578894511016938498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harry S. Truman, the 33rd President of the United States, had an unusual middle name. It was the letter "S."  (Sometimes the "S" is written with a period after it, and sometimes it isn't.) The "S" stands for both his grandfathers' names: Anderson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shipp&lt;/span&gt; Truman and Solomon Young. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What if a character in a story had only one letter for a name? What if a character's name was A, or Z, or X? Who is this character? What does she or he want more than anything in the world? Who or what is stopping this character from getting it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Have some fun with a character with a one-letter name. Write a story about this character and let your imagination go wild. The character's name may be short, but the story doesn't have to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-2965783410139887771?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2965783410139887771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2965783410139887771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In a Name?'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ3bP6law9I/TWw2_-CKjAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/iCigKGcTXSM/s72-c/245px-Harry-truman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-5244254672378954333</id><published>2011-02-21T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:27:08.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A Dog on a Roof</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_Q_gyvJP8w/TWLWuhsj1II/AAAAAAAAAS0/bmxp72iKWb0/s1600/P1000698.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about designing a house for a cat. Later I saw something really interesting: a dog living next to a trailer in an unusual spot. Here's the trailer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIYR_QlGNyc/TWLTjOByhHI/AAAAAAAAASk/RtL0g-9W0P0/s400/P1000694.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576251890652578930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And here's the dog and its house:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B5RqP3FSvpA/TWLUTYg6GhI/AAAAAAAAASs/0MrObAOFWTc/s400/P1000699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576252718101174802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here's another view:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_Q_gyvJP8w/TWLWuhsj1II/AAAAAAAAAS0/bmxp72iKWb0/s400/P1000698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576255383445689474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;How do you think the dog likes living here? What interesting things does the dog see from its perch high above the street? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For fun, write a story about this dog. This is a great opportunity to include lots of details about the setting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-5244254672378954333?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5244254672378954333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5244254672378954333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/02/dog-on-roof.html' title='A Dog on a Roof'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sIYR_QlGNyc/TWLTjOByhHI/AAAAAAAAASk/RtL0g-9W0P0/s72-c/P1000694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-8933644471345245713</id><published>2011-02-14T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T15:30:30.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>A Letter to a Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szAhpOc5xLM/TVm5ghxkgpI/AAAAAAAAASc/dD2xHXnMqh4/s1600/heart_tiles-jon-phillips-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szAhpOc5xLM/TVm5ghxkgpI/AAAAAAAAASc/dD2xHXnMqh4/s400/heart_tiles-jon-phillips-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573689982320935570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To me, Valentine's Day is all about friendship. It's fun to make and exchange Valentines. But the fun doesn't have to stop after February 14th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The time around Valentine's Day (or V-Day as I like to call it) is a great time to write a letter to a friend. Your letter doesn't have to be "mushy." You can simply list the reasons you like your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Your friend could be the person who sits next to you at school, your neighbor down the block, your mom or dad, or even your dog or cat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Let's say you want to write a letter to your dog. How about this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Dart,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm glad you're my dog. Here's why you are a great friend:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. You always listen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. You don't hog all the space on the bed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. You love to run and so do I. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. You wag your tail when I read to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5. You warm up my feet when I'm watching TV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope you'll be my friend for a long, long time. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your friend, Me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Try writing your own letter to a friend. When you're done, you can give the letter to your friend, but only if you want to. Just writing down what you like about a person (or animal) is a good way to remember how lucky you are to have a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-8933644471345245713?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8933644471345245713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8933644471345245713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-friend.html' title='A Letter to a Friend'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szAhpOc5xLM/TVm5ghxkgpI/AAAAAAAAASc/dD2xHXnMqh4/s72-c/heart_tiles-jon-phillips-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-186128079468589421</id><published>2011-02-07T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T13:44:53.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><title type='text'>Creating a House for Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TVBlrmTCIbI/AAAAAAAAASU/q_jqq47Rxmc/s1600/orange-brown-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TVBlrmTCIbI/AAAAAAAAASU/q_jqq47Rxmc/s400/orange-brown-cat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571064538746462642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What if you could create a house for a cat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would the house be big or small? Would it have a playroom filled with yarn and other fun things? What kind of bathroom would a cat like? What would be in a cat's refrigerator? Would there be a big jar of catnip on the table? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Everyone knows that cats love to sleep. How would you design the perfect bed for a cat? Would there be a lot of blankets? How many pillows does a cat need? Would the bed have a heater? (Cats love to be warm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What would a cat's TV look like? What would be the cat's favorite programs? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write your description of a perfect house for a cat. Add some pictures, and then show your cat house to your favorite cat. I hope it purrs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TVBi2hXMRRI/AAAAAAAAASM/1cQtdyMv1XI/s1600/orange-brown-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-186128079468589421?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/186128079468589421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/186128079468589421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/02/creating-house-for-cats.html' title='Creating a House for Cats'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TVBlrmTCIbI/AAAAAAAAASU/q_jqq47Rxmc/s72-c/orange-brown-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4011035911130770342</id><published>2011-02-01T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T18:29:25.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critique sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='critiques'/><title type='text'>Making a Critique Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TUjBRXA6uBI/AAAAAAAAASE/LCcnmnTrwag/s1600/sandwich-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TUjBRXA6uBI/AAAAAAAAASE/LCcnmnTrwag/s400/sandwich-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568913443223418898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Do you like to eat? I do. That's why I like to talk about critique sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What is a critique sandwich? Let's start with the word "critique." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A critique is what you give someone when you read his or her story and make comments. Getting comments from other writers is great. Comments from others can be a huge help when we revise our stories. But when we give each other comments, we want to make sure we do it in a way that helps the writer, not hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So we make a critique sandwich. Here's how:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. The bottom piece of bread. Something we liked about the writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2. The filling. What could make the writing better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. The top piece of bread. Something we liked about the writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;So we start and end with positive comments: "I really liked how your character escaped." "The voice in the story sounded just like you." "Your descriptions were so vivid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The filling is the "meat" of the sandwich. What could make the writing better? Were there things about the story that confused you? Did you wish there was some description of the main character? Did you want to know more about how a character felt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;These are all things you can tell the writer, "sandwiched" in-between the top and bottom pieces of bread (your positive comments). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The next time you read someone's writing and comment on it, make a critique sandwich. You won't even need a plate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4011035911130770342?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4011035911130770342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4011035911130770342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/02/making-critique-sandwich.html' title='Making a Critique Sandwich'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TUjBRXA6uBI/AAAAAAAAASE/LCcnmnTrwag/s72-c/sandwich-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-8071153308246133728</id><published>2011-01-24T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T10:38:18.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='description'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjectives'/><title type='text'>Adjectives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TT3DdLqXDfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ho3g9swE7yU/s1600/DSC02583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TT3DdLqXDfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ho3g9swE7yU/s400/DSC02583.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565819620613885426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Adjectives are those great words that describe things. They can be short: wet, dry, thick, thin, pink, green (or short). They can be long: wonderful, extraordinary, shadowy. They can be "show-off" words: splendiferous, iridescent, capacious.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Whether the adjectives you use are big or small, it's a good idea to have them in your writing for a reason. Adjectives have a job to do.  Choosing the right adjective is the difference between something being tall or something being gigantic. Big difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What adjectives would you use to describe the cactuses (or cacti) above? Some adjectives may simply describe the cactuses physically: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;thorny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;prickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sharp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;spiky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;spiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Other adjectives may show how your character feels about the cactuses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;stately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Find an object outside or in your house. It could be a stop sign or your bathroom faucet. Describe the object using one or two adjectives. Will you use adjectives that describe the object physically? (a tall, red stop sign) Or will you use adjectives that use emotion? (a sad, battered stop sign)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Does a stop sign need to be described with adjectives? After all, everyone knows what a stop sign looks like. Do you need to tell your reader that it's red? Or is there something different about this particular stop sign? Is it muddy, faded, or rusty?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have fun playing with long, short, moody, silly adjectives in your writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-8071153308246133728?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8071153308246133728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8071153308246133728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/01/adjectives.html' title='Adjectives'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TT3DdLqXDfI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ho3g9swE7yU/s72-c/DSC02583.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-5094367365692795231</id><published>2011-01-17T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T16:24:56.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patricia MacLachlan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endings'/><title type='text'>Endings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TTTdqE_xRgI/AAAAAAAAARw/ju2kaVaUzYU/s1600/Sarahplain.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TTTdqE_xRgI/AAAAAAAAARw/ju2kaVaUzYU/s400/Sarahplain.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563315154674861570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Since I talked about openings last time, how about if we talk about endings? What makes for a good ending of a story? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you read, do you like everything to be wrapped up neatly? Or do you like to have one aspect of the story remain unsolved, to give you something to think about? Or something in-between?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I'm an "in-between" person. I like the story to be resolved, but I also like to have a question about the characters or story stay in my mind after I finish reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Most authors like to write the kind of story they like to read. How about you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pick one of your favorite books. In your notebook, write down how the story ends, and why you like (or don't like) the ending. Now write down how the story could have ended differently. Maybe the dog doesn't die, or the boy doesn't move to Arizona after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;One of my favorite novels is &lt;i&gt;Sarah, Plain and Tall&lt;/i&gt; by Patricia MacLachlan, about a family that has lost its mother. The father invites a mail-order bride from Maine--Sarah--to come live with them in their prairie home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A beautiful aspect of the book is how well it uses color:  the sky, the water, the prairie grass. So I like how the ending of the book uses color, too:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autumn will come, then winter, cold with a wind that blows like the wind off the sea in Maine. There will be nests of curls to look for, and dried flowers all winter long. When there are storms, Papa will stretch a rope from the door to the barn so we will not be lost when we feed the sheep and the cows and Jack and Old Bess. And Sarah's chickens, if they aren't living in the house. There will be Sarah's sea, blue and gray and green, hanging on the wall. And songs, old ones and new. And Seal with yellow eyes. And there will be Sarah, plain and tall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;This book ends happily, with the story wrapped up. (I won't tell exactly what happens!) But there's also the question of how Sarah, who is from near the sea, will fit into this prairie family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Luckily there are three sequels: &lt;i&gt;Skylark, Caleb's Story, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;More Perfect Than the Moon. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-5094367365692795231?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5094367365692795231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5094367365692795231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/01/endings.html' title='Endings'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TTTdqE_xRgI/AAAAAAAAARw/ju2kaVaUzYU/s72-c/Sarahplain.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4982147617084487221</id><published>2011-01-03T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:16:05.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='openings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Subtle Knife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philip Pullman'/><title type='text'>Openings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TSI8XJB8CGI/AAAAAAAAARY/ARMwOIApwZc/s1600/21xDK09KXeL._AA160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TSI8XJB8CGI/AAAAAAAAARY/ARMwOIApwZc/s400/21xDK09KXeL._AA160_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558071258387318882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy New Year! I wish you all a great year of writing, discovering, and creating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;With the start of a new year, it seems fitting to talk about openings. I just started reading &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Subtle Knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, the second book in Philip Pullman's trilogy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;His Dark Materials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. Here's the opening to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Subtle Knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Will tugged at his mother's hand and said, "Come on, come on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But his mother hung back. She was still afraid. Will looked up and down the narrow street in the evening light, along the little terrace of houses, each behind its tiny garden and its box hedge, with the sun glaring off the windows of one side and leaving the other in shadow. There wasn't much time. People would be having their meal about now, and soon there would be other children around, to stare and comment and notice. It was dangerous to wait, but all he could do was persuade her, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Mum, let's go in and see Mrs. Cooper," he said. "Look, we're nearly there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Mrs. Cooper?" she said doubtfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But he was already ringing the bell. He had to put down the bag to do it, because his other hand still held his mother's. It might have bothered him at twelve years of age to be seen holding his mother's hand, but he knew what would happen to her if he didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Could you stop reading a novel with an opening that great? I couldn't! I want to know exactly what will happen to Will. In that short passage, Philip Pullman has told us that Will is 12 years old, his mother has something wrong with her, he's in danger, and he's running out of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As if that isn't enough, Pullman slips in a hint about the theme of the trilogy, Light vs. Darkness, in this wonderful description: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;with the sun glaring off the windows of one side and leaving the other in shadow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want to drop everything and read!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How about your own openings? Do you give your reader information (Will is 12 and his mother has something wrong with her), a problem (Will is in danger), tension (he's running out of time), and a hint about the theme (sun vs. shadow/light vs. darkness)? Few of us are masters like Philip Pullman, but we can still work on our openings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Try writing an opening scene. Introduce your main character, a problem, and tension. (At this point you probably don't know what your theme will be; writers usually work in hints about theme in later revisions.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have fun "opening" the new year with a great opening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4982147617084487221?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4982147617084487221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4982147617084487221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2011/01/openings.html' title='Openings'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TSI8XJB8CGI/AAAAAAAAARY/ARMwOIApwZc/s72-c/21xDK09KXeL._AA160_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6492047724484531225</id><published>2010-12-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:54:23.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Making a List, Checking It Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TREte5eedrI/AAAAAAAAARE/XbjMWVHczZM/s1600/Falling%2BDown%2Bthe%2BPages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TREte5eedrI/AAAAAAAAARE/XbjMWVHczZM/s400/Falling%2BDown%2Bthe%2BPages.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553269824372504242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Most of us like to make lists, especially at this time of year. A great way to make a list &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; write a poem at the same time is to make a List Poem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;It's as simple as it sounds: you can make a poem out of a list of things, ideas, sounds, smells, favorite words. You can think of a theme and make a list that relates to the theme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;That's what Eileen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Spinelli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; did in her poem, "Creativity," in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Falling Down the Pages: A Book of List Poems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; (published by Roaring Brook Press).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Creativity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;An artist takes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;colored pencil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;piece of yarn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;wooden slat from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;some old barn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;sidewalk chalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;or spool of wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;can of paint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;or junkyard tire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;twig or twine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;or river rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;seed or seashell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;woolen sock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;bar of soap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;or paper heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;and turns it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;to art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Perhaps you have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a shard of plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a hinge from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;garden gate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;a scrap of quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;or rusty screw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;then you can be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;an artist too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A List Poem doesn't have to rhyme. "Walking Home from School I See" by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; Kai &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Dotlich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; (from the same book) rhymes only in the last line: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"Walking Home from School I See"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A bus with a flat tire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Pennies in a puddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Baby birds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Fat worms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A pair of pigeons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A crooked gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A mailbox spray-painted pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A bulldog wearing a raincoat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A bumblebee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;A reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;in a window--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Have a great time making lists and turning them into poems! With thanks to my writer friend &lt;a href="http://georgewbshannon.comcastbiz.net/"&gt;George Shannon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;for giving me the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Falling Down the Pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6492047724484531225?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6492047724484531225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6492047724484531225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/12/making-list-checking-it-twice.html' title='Making a List, Checking It Twice'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TREte5eedrI/AAAAAAAAARE/XbjMWVHczZM/s72-c/Falling%2BDown%2Bthe%2BPages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-5471044942272132868</id><published>2010-12-07T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:57:20.187-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking photos'/><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TP7HxzQWNmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pv_Cj3kmYR0/s1600/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TP7HxzQWNmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pv_Cj3kmYR0/s320/P1010111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548091449353320034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The dictionary defines &lt;i&gt;perspective&lt;/i&gt; as, "A particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view." In other words, it's all about how you look at things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I took a photo of these awesome Douglas firs at Camp Yeomalt Park near my house. I happened to look up, and saw how the &lt;i&gt;perspective&lt;/i&gt; of the trees was different from what I was used to. Although I'd walked past these trees dozens of times, I saw them in a new way. I had a new point of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Having a new &lt;i&gt;perspective&lt;/i&gt; on an object that you see everyday can help your writing. It helps because you're learning how to really see, not simply walk past an object (or tree) because--ho, hum--it's part of your background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Try this exercise on &lt;i&gt;perspective&lt;/i&gt;. Find an object in your house that you see nearly everyday. Now change your &lt;i&gt;perspective&lt;/i&gt; of it. If it's your refrigerator, lie on the floor and look up at it. If it's your baby photo, tip it upside down. If it's your toothbrush, hold it by the wrong end. If it's your kitchen clock on the wall, pull up a chair next to it (with an adult's permission) and look at it from an inch away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What new things can you notice about everyday objects? That's the fresh &lt;i&gt;perspective&lt;/i&gt;, or point of view, we want to bring to our writing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Have fun looking at objects. And don't forget to look up at the trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-5471044942272132868?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5471044942272132868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5471044942272132868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/12/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TP7HxzQWNmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/pv_Cj3kmYR0/s72-c/P1010111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-3587375844255596464</id><published>2010-11-29T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:19:50.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magazines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Write a Magazine Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TPRCDhagcYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/E2rxtLXwvuI/s1600/MC900432594.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TPRCDhagcYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/E2rxtLXwvuI/s320/MC900432594.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545129669476512130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A very fun way to write a poem is to use magazines. Here's what you do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;First, find one or two magazines (make sure everyone is done reading them first). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Second, get a pair of scissors (ask an adult for help if you need it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Third, flip through the pages of the magazines, and cut sentences out at random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Okay, now you should have a pile of cut-out sentences or phrases. The more the better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;On a sheet of paper or in your writing journal, try arranging your sentences. Pick out the ones you like--the words, a phrase, or the meaning. Recycle the ones you don't like. Can you see a theme? Does one of the sentences make a good title? Is your poem silly or serious? Is it nonsensical? Does it rhyme? (It doesn't have to!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;After you arrange the cut-out sentences to form a poem you like, glue them onto the paper. Congratulations! You have written a magazine poem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-3587375844255596464?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3587375844255596464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3587375844255596464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/11/write-magazine-poem.html' title='Write a Magazine Poem'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TPRCDhagcYI/AAAAAAAAAQk/E2rxtLXwvuI/s72-c/MC900432594.PNG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-8345810685334325036</id><published>2010-11-08T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:50:12.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity dates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taking photos'/><title type='text'>A Rose Is A Rose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TNh6yChw2mI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p9ZLmOF8Bhg/s1600/P1010097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TNh6yChw2mI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p9ZLmOF8Bhg/s320/P1010097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537310741942557282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I teach a class for adults called "Creativity for Writers." In this class, I encourage my students to have a "creativity date" each week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is a creativity date? It's one half hour you spend by yourself, either writing, drawing, listening to music, or doing something else creative. It's important that you do your creativity date by yourself. Why? When we're with our family and friends, we enjoy talking to them and goofing around. Nothing wrong with that. But when we're by ourselves and open to ideas, that's when the creative bug is most likely to bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last week I went on a creativity date by myself. I biked to a neighborhood pond with my notebook. It's my creativity notebook, which has big white pages and no lines. I also brought a box of colored pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I saw this flower and decided to draw it. I looked at the flower carefully and put in as much detail as I could. When I finished, I thought I had included a lot of detail. Then I took a photo of the flower. When I saw the photo, I was shocked. I missed a lot of details, like the little dots on the leaves and the way the sun hit the red petals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If you have access to a camera, try this. Choose something to draw and look at it carefully. After drawing it, take a photo and compare the photo to your drawing. Did you miss anything? Try drawing it again, only this time include the details you missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Drawing and taking photos are great ways for writers to learn to look carefully! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-8345810685334325036?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8345810685334325036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8345810685334325036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/11/rose-is-rose.html' title='A Rose Is A Rose...'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TNh6yChw2mI/AAAAAAAAAQc/p9ZLmOF8Bhg/s72-c/P1010097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-7771942630697965186</id><published>2010-11-01T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T14:16:02.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Numbers Game'/><title type='text'>The Numbers Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This writing exercise is adapted from the book &lt;i&gt;Drawing Lab for Mixed-Media Artists: 52 Creative Exercises to Make Drawing Fun&lt;/i&gt;, by Carla &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sondheim&lt;/span&gt;, published by Quarry Books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What does writing have to do with drawing? Everything! Whether we write or draw (or both), we're expressing our creativity. Many drawing exercises can be used for writing. "The Numbers Game" is one of them. This one you can do with a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Ask a friend to take a sheet of paper and fold it in half lengthwise. On the left side of the paper, ask your friend to list 10 &lt;i&gt;animals&lt;/i&gt; down the page and number them 1 to 10. On the right side of the paper, ask your friend to list 10 &lt;i&gt;objects&lt;/i&gt; and number them 1 to 10. Don't let your friend show you what he or she has written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;On the left:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;giraffe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;buffalo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mosquito&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seagull&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beetle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gorilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;panda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;raccoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;coyote&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On the right:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;star&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;scissors&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rainbow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flag&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;broccoli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mirror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stapler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Without looking at the list your friend made, pick two numbers from 1 to 10. Now (finally!) you get to look at the list. What two objects did you pick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Let's say you picked 6 and 9: a gorilla and a stapler. Write a story about a gorilla and a stapler. Maybe a gorilla goes out shopping for bananas, but comes home with a stapler. What is a gorilla going to do with a stapler?? What if you picked 5 and 10? A beetle and a pizza. 1 and 7? A giraffe and a mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Before you write your story, switch roles with your friend. Just as your friend did, take a sheet of paper, make two lists, and ask your friend to pick two numbers. When you have both chosen an animal and an object, sit down together and each write your own story. Have fun being as creative as you can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;When you're done, read your stories out loud to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;For extra fun, combine your two animals and your two objects, and write a story together. Maybe it will be a gorilla, a stapler, an ox, and an umbrella. Write a story together with those four things in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;If you want, illustrate your story after you are finished. See? Drawing and writing go together! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-7771942630697965186?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7771942630697965186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/7771942630697965186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/11/numbers-game.html' title='The Numbers Game'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-4300789031943279595</id><published>2010-10-18T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T16:43:23.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaurs'/><title type='text'>Longneckosaurus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TLzZyAIkgNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/C2KxIcJtkmI/s1600/P1000657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TLzZyAIkgNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/C2KxIcJtkmI/s320/P1000657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529533895556759762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would you like to name your very own dinosaur? How about Longneckosaurus? Tinysaurus? Gigantasaurus? Pinkysaurus? Popcornsaurus? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I discovered these dinosaurs when I was out walking one day in Seattle. (OK, they're made out of wood, but they're still very cool.) A yard was filled with fun dinosaurs in all shapes and sizes, and that got my imagination going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What's happening in this scene? It looks like one of the dinosaurs is being eaten! Or maybe it's a dinosaur cookie. Is this a family? Or a bunch of friends? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Try writing a story about these dinosaurs. The best part is, YOU get to name each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-4300789031943279595?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4300789031943279595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/4300789031943279595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/10/longneckosaurus.html' title='Longneckosaurus'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TLzZyAIkgNI/AAAAAAAAAQE/C2KxIcJtkmI/s72-c/P1000657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-6854111413885539136</id><published>2010-10-12T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:51:11.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='titles'/><title type='text'>Titles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some writers don't think of a title for their story until after they've written it. Other writers start with a title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Most likely, you're like me when it comes to titles: sometimes it appears right away, before you start writing. Other times no title seems right, no matter how hard you think. Or the title is hiding somewhere in the story and needs to be coaxed out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Sometimes you want to write a story but need an idea. A fun exercise is to start with a title. Try one of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Five Fuzzy French Fries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The Extra Sock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;Mouse Mischief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;How  a Porcupine Takes a Bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The Missing Fireplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The Freaked-Out Baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The Day Things Turned Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;The Monkey With Bad Manners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Have fun writing your story, and don't forget to write the title in big letters at the top of your page! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-6854111413885539136?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6854111413885539136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/6854111413885539136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/10/titles.html' title='Titles'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-523042064534499948</id><published>2010-10-04T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:55:49.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Cats and Dogs and Gerbils and Other Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TKpK72xlUKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/u1M0daD1IjI/s1600/P1000624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TKpK72xlUKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/u1M0daD1IjI/s320/P1000624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524310285099552930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This is my cat Max. One day he decided to take a nap on the deck, and I loved the way he stretched out in the sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have a cat? A dog? A gerbil, goldfish, or armadillo? Write about something funny your pet did--or didn't do. Maybe your pet sleeps all day. You can write about your pet's dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maybe you don't have a pet. When I was growing up, I always wanted a dog. I used to think up names for the dog that would sleep in my bed. If you wish you had a pet, write about the animal you've always wanted. Maybe you really DON'T want a pet. Write about why. Animals are all different, and so are we! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-523042064534499948?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/523042064534499948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/523042064534499948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/10/cats-and-dogs-and-gerbils-and-other.html' title='Cats and Dogs and Gerbils and Other Pets'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TKpK72xlUKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/u1M0daD1IjI/s72-c/P1000624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-8068823506985584842</id><published>2010-09-27T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:13:40.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You See?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TKEje2bR-NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xQeH1Rw9NGs/s1600/P1000672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TKEje2bR-NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xQeH1Rw9NGs/s200/P1000672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521733631045925074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I created this painting in a fun art class I took this year. The painting is abstract, but when I look at it now I see a dog with a black nose, two red eyes, and a red dot on its forehead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When we look at images, we all see something different. I see a dog. Someone else may see a swirling storm, a party with colorful streamers, or a creature from the deep bringing its head to the surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you see? Let your imagination loose. Write a story about what YOU see in this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-8068823506985584842?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8068823506985584842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8068823506985584842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-do-you-see.html' title='What Do You See?'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TKEje2bR-NI/AAAAAAAAAOw/xQeH1Rw9NGs/s72-c/P1000672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-694615027228111701</id><published>2010-09-20T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:23:07.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TJfswh7srHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xkjwR65qHNI/s1600/MP900175395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TJfswh7srHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xkjwR65qHNI/s200/MP900175395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519140186852469874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shoes travel with us wherever we go. If only they could talk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Write about a pair of shoes that have been important in your life. Maybe they're the shoes you wore when you scored the winning soccer goal. Or the ballet slippers you practiced in so often they fell apart. Or the flip-flops you wore to the beach with your grandparents. Or the ugly brown shoes you had to wear the first day of school. Or your favorite pair of high tops that someone stole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Or make up a story about shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;Try writing about a pair of shoes in a first-person "I" voice, from the shoes' point of view. Here's the start of a story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The day Jake and I started school together, I know he was embarrassed to be wearing me--the ugliest pair of shoes in the entire 6th grade. See, Jake's dad was out of work, and his mom found me in the thrift shop. I was all they could afford. If only I could speak! I was longing to tell Jake that I may be be the ugliest shoes in the 6th grade, but I have magical powers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-694615027228111701?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/694615027228111701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/694615027228111701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoes.html' title='Shoes'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TJfswh7srHI/AAAAAAAAAOo/xkjwR65qHNI/s72-c/MP900175395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-8978185388657350456</id><published>2010-09-16T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:37:25.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 senses'/><title type='text'>The 5 Senses with Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here's a fun prompt using our 5 senses to make our writing come alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Presenting........ the 5 senses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;1. sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;2. taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;3. smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;4. hearing (sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;5. touch (feel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;What is your favorite color? Maybe it's green, or blue, or something exotic like periwinkle or blood-red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;On a sheet of paper, or in your writer's notebook, write down your favorite color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Now think about the 5 senses. What does your color look like? Taste like? Smell like? Sound like? Feel like? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Here's an example for the color yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yellow looks like the skirt my mom wears in the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;Yellow tastes like ripe bananas in a big bowl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yellow smells like the lead in pencils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yellow sounds like the sun crossing the sky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Yellow feels like a cool drink of lemonade down my throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What does YOUR favorite color look, taste, smell, sound, and feel like? Use your imagination and have fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-8978185388657350456?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8978185388657350456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/8978185388657350456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/09/5-senses-with-color.html' title='The 5 Senses with Color'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-5717410585295718501</id><published>2010-08-31T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:40:33.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Fall Writing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hope you all had a great summer! Here's a Yellow Pencil prompt to get us going for fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Write about someone who is very different from you. If you are nine years old, write about someone who is eighty-nine. If you are a human (I hope so!), write about a squirrel. If you live in the desert, write about someone who lives on an island. If you are a girl, write about a boy. If you are tall, write about someone who is short.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Have fun writing about someone different from you!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-5717410585295718501?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5717410585295718501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/5717410585295718501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-to-fall-writing.html' title='Welcome to Fall Writing!'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-3440513303538847810</id><published>2010-06-22T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:43:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer's Summer Survival Kit</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="Kristen ITC&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Summer is a great time for writing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's what you need for your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Writer's Summer Survival Kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. A notebook you can carry around with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. A bunch of pens and pencils in different colors. Write in a color that suits your mood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Scotch tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Your 5 senses: We experience the world through our senses. Write in your notebook what you see, smell, touch, hear, and taste during the summer. (Yes, licking ice cream can be a writing assignment!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. A writing prompt for days when your brain is on vacation. Here are a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; Tape a ticket stub into your notebook. Write a scene where a character you make up goes    to that event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.25in"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write a sentence that is one page long. (Commas, colons,      semicolons, and dashes are OK. No periods.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pick a pen color that suits your mood. Write a scene where your character is in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write a paragraph of description. Use sounds, alliteration (when words begin with the same letter), repetition, rhythm, and silly words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="margin-top:0in" type="disc"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write a poem about your favorite cereal (taste),      your friend’s cell phone ring (hearing), your pet’s breath (smell), a      stone on the beach (touch), your face in the morning (sight). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Take your Writer's Summer Survival Kit to the beach, library, pet store, playground....everywhere. Have fun writing this summer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-3440513303538847810?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3440513303538847810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/3440513303538847810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/06/writers-summer-survival-kit.html' title='The Writer&apos;s Summer Survival Kit'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-641533843272129085</id><published>2010-05-04T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:41:52.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5 senses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Object X'/><title type='text'>Object X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In the Young Writers workshops that I teach, everyone loves this exercise. Especially since it involves Hershey's Kisses! It's all about using your 5 senses: sight, touch, hearing, smell, and taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Before you start this exercise, get a Hershey's Kiss. Any kind will do. Make sure you're not allergic to chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now for the fun part. Pretend you're a space alien visiting Earth. You discover a strange object (your Hershey's kiss), which you name Object X. You speak English, but there are three words you don't understand: Hershey's, kiss, and chocolate. You must write a "report" back to your planet (in English), using all 5 of your senses, to describe Object X. Remember, you can't use the words Hershey's, kiss, or chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In your "report," include: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Sight. What does Object X look like? Is it dull, shiny, red, purple? What shape is it? Try to use descriptive words instead of words like "nice" or "pretty." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. Touch. What does Object X feel like? Is it sharp, smooth, slippery, wet, dry, cold, warm, rough, smooth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Hearing. What does Object X sound like? Hold it up to your ear. Do you hear anything? What if you move it a bit next to your ear? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. Smell. Remove the outer wrapping of Object X. What does it smell like? Does it smell sour, sweet, stale, curdled? Does the smell remind you of something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. Taste. (The best part.) Put Object X in your mouth. Do not chew or swallow. What does Object X taste like? Does it taste like rotten bananas or malted milk? (Remember you don't know the word for chocolate. Be creative describing the taste of Object X.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay, you can swallow now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When you're finished writing your "report," give Object X a new name. Have fun naming Object X in your own unique way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For extra fun, write a poem about Object X using your descriptions from your 5 senses. Draw an outline of Object X and write your poem inside the outline. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good-bye, space alien. Hope you enjoyed Object X! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-641533843272129085?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/641533843272129085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/641533843272129085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/05/object-x.html' title='Object X'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2070485665086158085.post-2167029659204107192</id><published>2010-04-28T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T16:42:37.583-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tennis racket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French poodle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taco'/><title type='text'>The French Poodle, the Tennis Racket, and the Taco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do a French poodle, a tennis racket, and a taco have in common? Nothing! That's what makes this writing exercise fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write a story. Make sure you include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A French poodle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A tennis racket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A taco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What does your poodle look like? Does it have pink fur? White? Black? How big is the tennis racket? Is it an old racket with broken strings? How about the taco? Does it have cheese, lettuce, and hamburger, or something unusual like ice cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What will happen in your story? Maybe the French poodle always wanted to take tennis lessons, but he can't afford a racket. He goes to a restaurant and orders a taco, which turns out to be a magical taco.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's just one idea. Use your imagination and write the story of "The French Poodle, the Tennis Racket, and the Taco." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2070485665086158085-2167029659204107192?l=theyellowpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2167029659204107192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2070485665086158085/posts/default/2167029659204107192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theyellowpencils.blogspot.com/2010/04/french-poodle-tennis-racket-and-taco.html' title='The French Poodle, the Tennis Racket, and the Taco'/><author><name>Margaret Nevinski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17757370374918329839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_znlbZlMQlaI/TH1FFnk4lKI/AAAAAAAAAN4/JNWKcGxp0fw/S220/_IGP0245_2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
