I’m a writer too. Let me be the first to tell you all writing is hard work. There are those who make it look easy, take it from someone who has been working at it for a long time, its hard work.

Why am I sharing this with you, well because life holds many opportunities and surprises for all of us.  In a few short weeks I will be presenting at a writers conference about crafting that perfect chracter in your young adult novel. If you are already a serious writer and want to learn more then come to the conference. There is still time to register.  Go to http://www.DetroitWorkingWriters.org to sign up. 

I will be sharing how to create and craft the young adult character.  How does one go about doing that, you just might have to attend the conference, come talk to me, I can’t give away all my trade secrets here. This will be a great day for writers, an excellent conference, networking and more.

Hope I have peaked your interest, there is still plenty of room. Now I must get back to my own writing, the dog wants to get his share of the couch with the cat, perhaps a picture book is in the works about sibling rivalry. Stay tuned.   Don’t forget to check out the conference.

Harvey sighed, it was not a good day. He needed sun, where was it, he wondered. He wanted to try his new experiment, but he needed sunshine. He glanced at his blue watch

Mom had bought  him for Christmas. Only eight more minutes until the school bus came. he doubted the sun would shine by then.

Mrs. Howser would be upset with him again, Harvey had no project to show, again. He jammed his hands awkwardly into his gray dress pants and moaned. He didn’t know what to do.

Just then, around the corner came MaryLou Johnson on her red, scratched up old bike.¬† “Harvey, don’t be late, where’s your silly project.” The breeze created by her long red hair as

she raced past him smelled of pizza. Ugh, he said.

Oddly enough, it smelled just like the piece of cold pizza he had in his lunch bag. Harvey loved cold pizza, Mom said he could take it for lunch. Harvey felt sick, he ripped open the bag, but he was too late, just as he was about to fire the pizza……..

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