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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Book writting

Yesterday I was talking to a friend and we started talking about literature. I said "I have all these different plot lines in my head but I've never really learned to write and I don't know how to get it down on paper." My friend encouraged me to give it a try so here's what I have so far.
The basic plot line is a high school girl named Elise who becomes friends with this girl Jo at her school. Jo has cancer and is loosing her hair and people make fun of her. Elise is always being teased about her faith because she is very open about it. Now she is being teased about befriending Jo as well. One day her mom comes home from visiting with her (Elise's) grandma and she has a book for her from her grandma. It's her great uncle Father doesn't-have-a-name-yet's diary from WWII. He was sent to Auschwitz for hiding Jews in his rectory.
What I have so far
"Elise!" my mother called me when she got home from Grandma's house. "Coming" I said as I set down my knitting. "What are you doing up there?" "I'm working on Jo's hat" I told her. Jo is one of my new friends from school. She has cancer and is loosing all her hair. She is teased a lot about being bald and she doesn't have many friends any more. "That's wonderful, I'm so proud of you for what you are doing" my mom said. "Thanks" I replied "It just makes me sad to see her teased about her looks, I think she is beautiful just the way she is!" "I know it's hard to put up with the teasing, but I have something I think might help cheer you up" said mom holding a package wrapped in old tissue paper. "I knew it when I saw it in your hand! That's another book from the original Wizard of Oz collection, isn't it?! Where did you find it?!" I stammered as I practically flew down the stairs. "Well not quite. It's just an old journal your grandma gave me. Thought you'd like to see it." At the sound of her words, my whirl of excited energy evaporated. "Oh." I said, "Gee, thanks mom." I took it from her with a half smile painted on my face; she stroked my hair and then left to cut up some fresh veggies for dinner.
I unwrapped the book as I meandered back upstairs. Oh well, I thought, I'll never find that Oz book anyway. I tucked the journal away on my bookshelf for later, struggling as I squeezed it into the thicket of stacked books that I conveniently dubbed "the black hole". After all, that hat wasn't going to knit itself!

JMJ+
~Betsy

Totus tuus Maria! Let's see what the good God wills

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's awesome that you're writing this! I suggest trying to put actions with words in place of "she said" or "I said". Like this
"'oh'
my shoulders slumped,
'Gee,thanks mom.' ".