Stories by Sherry

Children Stories:
Hopper Saves the Forest
The Wizard of Selena Island
Where Are Wini's Feelers

Young Adult:
Hybrid (The Egg Harvest)

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The Refusal

With each NO that arrives in the mail, comes the human experience of doubt in the writer's soul.
I read the following words from James and Dubus the other day. I found it to be worth sharing.

I am in full possession of accumulated resources. I have only to use them, to insist, to persist, to do something more. To do much more than I have done. The way to do it . . . is to strike as many notes, deep, full, and rapid as one can. Go on, my boy, and strike hard. Try everything, do everything, render everything. Be an artist, be distinguished, to the last. (Henry James)

All these truths and quasi-truths . . . about publishing are finally ephemeral. What is demanding and fulfilling is writing a single word, trying to write le mot juste, as Flaubert said; writing several of them, which become a sentence. When a writer does that, day after day, working alone with little encouragement, and with discouragement flowing in the writer's own blood, and with an occasional rush of excitement . . . the treasure is on the desk. If the manuscript itself, mailed out to the world, where other truths prevail, is never published, the writer will suffer bitterness, sorrow, anger, and more despair. But the writer who endures and keeps working will finally know that writing the book was something hard and glorious, for at the desk a writer must try to be a better human being than the writer normally is, and to do this through concentration on a single word, and then another, and another. This is splendid work, as worthy and demanding as any and the will and resilience to do it are good for the writer's soul.

Have faith in yourself and your writing.


Saturday, December 17, 2011

"Move Quickly"

When writing for children, remember, this is an audience not known for patience. To keep their interest, your story should move along quickly. When your story lags, you'll lose that young reader to a faster medium like games, movies, or watching T.V.
Make each word count with strong verbs. Less is better


Friday, December 2, 2011

Writing Update-Purple Dog

Just a short excerpt from the YA I'm working on.

Jesse crossed Maple Street in second gear. He hadn't said a word, and neither had Pepper. Charlie's words had shaken them. What did he mean, activate her mom's bracelet? And they would take her? It was obvious, Charlie had become obsessed.
Jesse glanced at his watch. Four-thirty. "Shit," he said, turning his ball cap backwards. "We need to hurry up and get home. We don't have much time."
Pepper sat stiff against the window. Her arms, crossed under her breast like she was mad. But he knew she wasn't.
With a quick flick of his finger, Jesse turned the wipers on high, hurling snow high into the crisp night air. "Penny for your thoughts," he said, trying to break the somber mood.
Pepper tilted her head back against the seat. A slight smile wrinkle her lips as she scooted closer to him. "What would I do without you," she whispered, snuggling her face into his broad shoulder.
"Like I've said before, let's not find out," he answered. "We're a team. We take care of each other. Right?"
Pepper relaxed with the warmth of Jesse's body. The slow hum of the truck's engine slowed her breath, calming her nerves. She wasn't fully convinced that Charlie was telling all he knew. In her wildest dreams, she would've never imagined what was about to happen tonight at the cave. She squeezed Jesse's arm. "Right."

At exactly seven o'clock, Dee Dee rang Pepper's doorbell. "Hey, you guys in there?" She wasn't one for patience.
Pepper had barely opened the front door, when Dee tore by her, throwing her down jacket and backpack onto the couch. Her face, flushed with excitement. "Well, I'm drunk with the thought of seeing them. What time is the landing?"

Have a great day!

Thursday, December 1, 2011


Food for thought on having others review your work.

The inclination to defend your writing is natural. Some writers, want to tell the person making a negative comment why he or she is wrong about their writing. But defending your work will not help you to become a better writer. Toughen-up. Become a better listener. (G.W.S.)

Happy Writing,