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Five Ways to Balance School and Writing-Caroline Hadley

Being a teenager is hard. Especially a teenager striving to be a published author. It’s stressful finding time to write. When I’m stressed, I talk myself through the anxiety – aloud. After these steps to balancing school and writing, I sound much less crazy. I hope they help you keep your sanity, too.

I use the following steps to balance school and writing, I sound less crazy. I hope they help you keep your sanity, too.

  1. Pray. Every morning I pray. I ask God for time to write and if I should write for a career. I ask Him to infuse my words with His power and sneak ideas into the work. Matthew 7:7-8 says when we ask we will receive. God will give you time to write if you ask and if it’s in His will.
  2. Prioritize. God comes first and school comes before your work-in-progress. However, decide what writing means to you. Is it something to do for fun? To make a career out of? Is it worth the time and effort you put in? I make writing a priority by reassessing what it means to me or by turning it into an extra credit opportunity with my teacher’s permission. [bctt tweet=”Turn writing into an extra credit opportunity” username=””]
  3. Schedule Wisely. We don’t have all day to write, so we must manage our time carefully. Throughout the day, I create a list of tasks I must complete and use it to plan my free time during and after school. Next, I carve writing sessions from that schedule. I place sessions within study halls and lunches or at home if I use those times to do homework. Your sessions can be short, maybe ten to fifteen minutes, but they help. Word sprints are a great way to utilize time. Write as fast as you can without stopping.  Brainstorm on the bus, between classes, in bed at night, or during class when you’re bored out of your mind. When life gets hard, think about your story instead.
  4. Sacrifice. Students must choose between hanging with friends and writing. I feel like a recluse because I often choose to be with my work-in-progress rather than my friends at the movie theater. But when I’m too stressed or need family time, I enjoy being with the people I love. Decide when to cancel or cut plans short. If you feel social but need to write, find some book-loving buddies and go to a library or a cafe with them to write.
  5. Give Yourself Grace. Being a student is hard. People expect perfection of us and we expect it of ourselves. Perfection is impossible. If you have too much homework or need downtime, don’t beat yourself up for missing a writing session. Writing is important, but not as important as your well-being. If it overwhelms you, take a break. 

After praying, prioritizing, scheduling, deciding when to sacrifice, and giving myself grace, I make time to write during the school year. With the help of God and these steps, you can, too.

How do you balance school and writing? If you don’t know if God wants you to write for a career, send me a prayer request!

 

Caroline Hadley writes young adult Christian speculative fiction to help other teens feel God’s love in a meaningful way. She has won a Silver Key and a national Gold Key for her short stories in the Scholastic Art and Writing Awards. Currently, she is adapting one of those stories into a novel. She is involved in a teen writing group at her local library and is working for her high school literary magazine. She enjoys maintaining a healthy lifestyle, reading, and being with her family. If you want to connect with her and chat, visit her blog, jarsofwords.blogspot.com.  ​

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Pleasant Rosebud - Romantic Suspense

A CRIME AWAY

George squinted at the sun the moment he stepped through the gates of Jessup. Freedom. So strange to his thirty-one year old mind. He’d gone to jail for what many young men got freely. What many young girls gave without the batting of an eye.

The judge’s gavel made a bang in his ear, and he startled.

“George.”

He turned. Flora’s once wild curls now lay shoulder length in conditioned tresses. He remembered they talked about it. When she chose to have a perm. With seven years behind and three to go, he couldn’t care less at the time. She could have asked to shave the mass of black hair, and he would have agreed though her mixed Asian-African-Caucasian wild locks was one of her many attractive features. Amazing how many Americans had such mixed races, they made up a race.

“You look beautiful.” The jail barber’s blade was too sharp. He scratched his head. It seemed appropriate to get a hug, but he held back, considering what took ten years of his youth.

“You too, honey.” She leaned in for a kiss but he turned away just in time.

“Where’s your car?”

She stammered. Awkward didn’t begin to describe how his heart beat. This was Flora, his wife. She’d proposed, and had a priest brought in to say the vows.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here, darling.” Flora opened the blue Ford truck he remembered her mother drove. Back then it was new. So Flora got it? Or maybe he was wrong. Maybe a family like Flora’s would not pass a ten-year old car to her. Ten years in jail did wonders. He couldn’t be sure this was Flora’s mother’s truck.

“I mean it, Flora. You are very beautiful.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

No one was to blame. A conviction of rape in the US of A didn’t go away after time served. You get listed as a sex-offender in the directory. Not even after you married the same girl who testified against you as her rapist.

They got into the truck and Flora smoothly maneuvered it back into the highway. She searched for one of the old blues he loved, and soon the Beetles filled everywhere. He was definitely wrong, this vehicle couldn’t be ten years old.

“Why did you change your plea, Georgie?”

Ah, Flora of old. She never wasted anyone’s time whether she was lying or not.

“I wanted to save you and your family the stress.” He spoke the truth. He hadn’t been able to watch her cry in the witness box while her father glared at her from behind. Well, he didn’t see the first generation Chinese-American but Flora’s constant glance in the general direction spoke for itself.

“They took you from me—”

He chuckled. “We’re back. It’s over.”

“I need closure. You didn’t rape me. Why did you give up on us? Why didn’t you give me a chance to finish my testimony?”

He closed his eyes. “How much longer till we get to your—till we get home.”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Can I take a nap? Please?”

“I found God. I made peace, Georgie.”

“No wonder you want closure.” He swore. “Just remember why I went to prison.”

Flora’s gasp was quite audible. She said nothing afterward. Did she find God before or after she decided to call him up in prison and ask for marriage? It would make a difference to him and he planned to find out. Did she marry him to restitute?

While in confinement, he had plenty of time to reminisce and plan his life. He got a degree in hotel management, something he’d always wanted to do. Two degrees actually. He didn’t “find” God but perhaps God found him. The prison priest’s face flashed before him.

They got to where she called home, a small community on the edge of Columbia. George loved the cabin-house at once. He thanked his stars she didn’t live in the same neighborhood with her parents. He may be back in Jessup for life.

“I’m soaking under the shower if you don’t mind.” He dragged his feet into the cozy house. He could explore later but now, he needed a bath, and if possible, hot food. And a long sleep.

Why did he accept to marry Flora?

“Can I join you in the shower?”

George arched an eyebrow. “Where are your parents?”

Flora frowned. “In their house, I guess. In New York.”

“Just needed to be sure.” He looked around. “We need to make copies of our marriage certificate, and hang around the house.”

Flora sucked in her breath sharply. “Why would we do that?”

“I don’t want to take a risk, dear. Your father is still very much around, and I just want to be sure I have the legal authority I didn’t have ten years ago.”

 

 

Author bio:

Sinmisola Ogúnyinka is a pastor’s wife, mother, writer and movie producer. She has a university degree in Economics, and is a Craftsman of Christian Writers’ Guild. She lives with her family in Pretoria, South Africa.

Blog: www.sinmisolao.wordpress.com

Twitter: @sinmisolaog

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The Writer's PenCase

Storytelling – What Makes a Story Great?

ben-hurWhat is it about a story that makes it compelling? Is it the characters? Is it the plot? Is it the element of surprise? Is it the challenges? Is it danger? I submit, it’s all of them, skillfully put together, woven like a tapestry to make an impression on our minds and in our hearts.

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Grammar and Grace

Grammar and Grace

Hello, I’m Hope. A long, long time ago I used to teach English on the college level. I taught literature and essay writing, business writing, and technical writing. I also got to teach grammar.

I loved teaching commas and semi-colons and apostrophes except for the whiners and complainers who hated it, the jokers who couldn’t understand why they needed punctuation after the dreaded English class.

You may also ask why punctuation is important. It’s important because commas, and periods, and semi-colons are like road signs in traveling. You need them to help you and your readers along, to help you understand where you are and where you’re going. Lynn Truss addresses the necessity of punctuation in her humorous book, Eats, Shoots and Leaves.

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Grammar, mechanics, word usage—all are important to telling your story in the clearest, best way, and isn’t that the goal of writers?

In this column, I’ll try to help you understand the finer points of using commas and the correct pronoun among other writing questions because I’m one of those people who carries a pen and is ready to use it to add a needed apostrophe or, more times than not, to delete an errant apostrophe floating on hand-lettered signs at checkouts.

I also love wordplay and diagramming sentences. Yes, really. In fact, I have a book on the subject—Sister Bernadette’s Barking Dog: The Quirky History and Lost Art of Diagramming Sentences by Kitty Burns Florey

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Touching Soul and Spirit

Words, Tomato Plants and Time with Jesus

The fruit of any writer is words, alphabetic compilations skillfully woven together into sentences and paragraphs that may eventually become an article, a story, or a book. Those words have the power to change lives. For most writers, those words that become sentences and paragraphs come rather easily. They are the currency of our craft —the artistic building blocks of our calling. A writer without words is a tragic paradox.

Therefore if words are so important, and have such power, it stands to reason that we, as writers, must take special care of our heart and our mind—the expressions of our spirit and our soul, because in those places this precious fruit is produced. A better quality of fruit always produces a higher level of impact.

Several years ago, I decided to do a little farming by planting some tomato plants. Nothing tastes better than a large, succulent home-grown tomato. I labored to build the beds and filled them with a mixture of dirt, compost, and horse manure. Next I placed the plants in the soil and began watering and fertilizing them with Miracle Grow on a consistent basis. Over time those plants grew into luscious bushes with beautiful blooms. I had gigantic plants but the tomatoes were few and far between. The same thing happened for three straight years. Discouraged, I was ready to give up on growing my own, and almost reconciled to a future of eating those plastic-tasting, pale pink variety you find at any local grocery.

Then I met a tomato expert at a botanical garden plant sale. I explained my dilemma and he asked a simple question, “How many hours of sun are your plants getting?” It seems tomato plants need a minimum of six hours of sunshine to produce large heathy fruit. A multitude of vines and no fruit are the classic symptoms of under exposure to the sun. My tomato plants needed something more than I was personally capable of providing.

As Christian writers, we don’t simply need more words. We need powerful words to convey concepts, ideas, and phrases that bring transformation. The power I’m taking about comes from having an intimate, personal relationship with Jesus. Like tomato plants, every writer who longs to produce genuine, lasting fruit needs time with the Son—Jesus Christ. Yes, it is vitally important that we hone our craft by reading widely, studying grammar and structure, and researching our subject with intensity. Yes, we must write, meet the deadlines before us, and build our platform on social media. Yes, it is true there are only so many hours in the day. But if we neglect our spirit and our soul, our words, though lush and plentiful, will be powerless and the fruit of our labor almost non-existent.

Take a few minutes today and spend some time in the glorious presence of Jesus. A moment in his presence may produce the fruitful word or phrase that could change a life forever. But one thing’s for sure, time spent with Jesus will change you, and if you are changed, the fruit of your words will reflect it.