by Theresa Miller
April showers bring May *shudder*. The thing that most people love about spring is the thing I hate most about it: the flowers. Beyond the fact that I find nothing particularly beautiful about them, they require a frightful amount of tending-to, are awkward when presented as gifts, and most of all, they harbor a thriving community of insects. You wanna thank me? Buy me jewelry.
A girl who is afraid of flowers… sounds like the premise to a YA novel! Taylor Martindale, literary agent extraordinaire, can teach you show to break into the biz with her Breaking Into YA one-day class. Through an informative craft talk, she’ll give you the inside scoop on the world of YA, how to present your work in the best possible light and how to craft a book that will sell. She will teach you what you need to know so you don’t make the rookie mistakes and show you how to make your work stand out. You’ll even get a one-on-one consultation with Taylor and get feedback on an advance submission of your work in the afternoon! Hurry, the class starts May 10th.
Take a look at Writing Pad’s roster of classes below. They’re guaranteed to get your creative juices flowing, teach you invaluable techniques, and help you write an amazing story. We hope to see you at a class soon! And keep reading below the links for this week’s writing prompt.
From Blog Post To Book Deal: A Blog Writing Workshop
You In 1200 Words: Writing The Personal Essay
Personal Essay Clinic
You In 1200 Words: Writing and Publishing The Personal Essay (5 Wk)
A Novel Approach: Crafting The Page Turner (1 Day)
DC’s Word Parlor: A Creative Writing Intensive
Short and Sweet: A Short Story Workshop
Writing Reboot: A Short Story Clinic
Short, Smart and Literary: Writing and Publishing The Modern Short Story (5 WK)
Zombies, Witches and Killer Robots: Science Fiction and Urban Fantasy Writing
A Novel Approach: Mastering The Long Format Writing Project (Online 7 Wk)
Memorable Memoir Bootcamp
A Novel Approach: Tackling The Long Format Writing Project (5 WK)
Writing Accessible Poems
Writing for Actors
Going For The Gut: A Storytelling Workshop (1 Day)
Story Time: A Performed Essay Workshop (1 Day)
Story Time Plus: A Performed Essay Workshop (5 WK)
Grand Slam Story: A Storytelling Workshop (7 Wk Online)
From The Page To The Stage: A One-Person Show Workshop
It’s All About You: A One-Person Show Intensive
Million Dollar Script: A Movie Writing Intensive
From Mad Men to Game of Thrones: Writing the TV Drama (1 Day)
From Pitch To First Draft: Writing The Television Drama (7 WK)
From 10 Min. Play To Staff Writing Gig
Dream It, Write It, Pitch It: Screenwriting Bootcamp
From Slashers To Body Snatchers: Writing The Horror Screenplay
Politicos, Jailbirds And Werewolves: Writing The Cable Pilot
Precision Revision: A Comedy Revision Class
Coverage Madness: A Script Coverage Workshop
Publishpalooza: A Book Proposal Writing Workshop
Publishpalooza: A Book Proposal Writing Workshop (5 Wk)
How To Hook An Agent: Breaking Into YA
So what do you loathe about Spring? What do you absolutely love about it? Do you think of birds chirping or bees stinging? Do you have a particular memory associate with the popular season? Write about it for 10 minutes and give us all the sensory details!
I was playing in my grandmothers garden when I first learned that creepy crawlies like to play in gardens, too. After examining a small rose, I felt something tickle my arm. It looked like a piece of lint, maybe a fuzzy-wuzzy. I tried to flick it off, but when I did it started to move. I screamed as loud as I could and my grandmother came rushing out of the house.
“What is it?!”
I pointed to the alien thing crawling on my arm. “Oh, girl. That’s just a caterpillar,” she hissed as she picked it off of me and threw it over the gate. Saying I was traumatized is an understatement. For years after that I wouldn’t walk under trees, wouldn’t play in the grass, and certainly would never pick flowers or receive them as gifts. I dreamed of living in a busy city where the only shade came from awnings and tall buildings, with a sterile, minimalist apartment to go home to. An open space with steele stairs and hardwood floors that would expose any tiny intruder. A modern version of THX 1138.
By the time I’d taken an interest in nature again, well into my 20s, flowers had lost their beauty and wonder. At this point, I really can’t tell the difference between a piece of shiny broken glass and a chrysanthemum. Both are useless and probably dirty. I don’t get it, and probably never will. If any potential dates are reading: Impress me with a sandwich, a macaroni picture, a Groupon… but don’t come near me with those freaking roses.
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