"Look, Anika, the tree fell over!" I peer out the window where Dada, Uncle Shawn and Uncle David, the tree faller, has falled a big tall tree in the next yard. You climb onto the window seat and press your face to the window. It's not long before you find your words.
"Pick it up! My tree!" You high-pitched voice is assertive and directive."Put my
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I try, here and there.
I figure it's how I want to remember this story years from now.
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Are you still writing your novel? You sound inspired. Maybe pregnancy inspires you?! :)
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I go back to it here and there but haven't added new content. I seem to be really over-editing it, if you know what I mean, and then I can't decide which revisions I like better.
I've always enjoyed reading anecdotes the best, like Roald Dahl's autobiography, "Boy", so I'm copying his style right now.
Unfortunately, finishing my marking and writing report cards is one of my top priorities right now, but yes, I am kind of inspired because I'm reading the stories that my students are writing and I'm awed by their creativity.
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