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Let's write! Join Erik Esckilsen on March 20!

“When you get to the fork in the road, take it.”
—Yogi Berra, storyteller, Major League baseball player

Decisions, decisions, decisions...

In life, it is said, one thing happens after another. In stories, it is also said, one thing happens because of another. No matter what happens, the story won’t go on until a character makes a decision. In fact, we might look at stories as a series of decisions—some monumental, some incidental—that give the narrative shape and direction.

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New Notifications -- Private Messaging

UPDATED: 3.10.2010 11:40 p.m. -- A change on Twitter
We had a couple of complaints by folks regarding the setup for Twitter. It defaulted to posting to twitter.com/ywpvt and folks following it say they were being deluged with references to all your posts. While they just stopped following ywpvt, that was not the purpose -- we want you to get more readership from this.

So, for the moment, we've disconnnected the global account. We'll continue to manually highlight great work, until we adapt the module. HOWEVER, if you have a Twitter account, you can post links to your work on your Twitter account. Here's how: Go to "My Account," click "Edit" tab and then click "Twitter Accounts" tab. Put in your info about your account. (You can then choose to have your Twitter posts come into your space for others to read.) Then when you create a blog post, you'll see an option to post an announcement about your blog post on your Twitter account. Check the box for yay, uncheck the box for nay.

More below on the other changes.

Help YWP choose what gets published in the newspaper!

Do you like writing and reading? YWP is looking for help selecting the best student submissions for publication in newspapers and on the Web site. All work is done online and takes an hour or two each time. We rotate the judges so that you won’t judge more than a few times during the year – unless you’d like to do more. It’s fun and interesting and is guaranteed to help improve your writing too!

If you’re interested in judging, contact Lee McIsaac, the YWP content coordinator, or call 802-324-9539.

Lee McIsaac

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YWP 3.0

UPDATE: 1.12.09: Thanks for your responses -- keep them coming, either below or via email.
As we consider who will be on our Core Group, let me say that we want to involve anyone and everyone in this process in one way or another. All of your voices
WILL be heard. Here are two quick things you can do to help:

  • Go online and surf. What Web sites do you find fun, interesting or engaging either because of what happens on the site, what you can do on the site or because of the way it is laid out. Criteria: Sites should be focused on youth expression, community, social action and multi-media.
  • Encourage a few folks to participate in this process who are NOT involved in YWP? One below suggested a reader who doesn't like writing... what about an athlete or an actor or a visual artist or a debater or someone engaged in community service or someone who's awesome at a trade -- metal working or carpentry -- or someone who's into video or lighting or someone into computers. We're talking fame and fortune here, guys. (kidding) But actually it's an opportunity for them to design something that might be interesting to them.
THANKS -gg
YWP Folks,

I am announcing a new project. And I am looking for volunteers. Consider this a journalism project. Consider it also a project to the lay the ground work for the next generation of youngwritersproject.org

As many of you know, we've been noodling on how to take this site, and this project, to the next level. Frankly, we've been so busy that we really haven't had the time to give YWP's future the attention it needs.

So I come to you. I'd like to assemble a team comprised of you and some sharp adults -- journalists, writers & artists, digital educators and software engineers -- to figure out what YWP should become.

This team will do the following:

    1. Research: Through online research, interviews with peers and experts and surveys, determine what great ideas are being done or haven't yet been developed.
    2. With that research, brainstorm concepts for the next generation of youngwritersproject.org
    3. Focus ideas and research into a vision and detailed plan.
    4. Develop and test prototype; document ideas and planned programs.
    5. Raise money and implement.

It sounds a bit more ominous than it is. Your parts will be divided on your expertise and interests. We are going to work on the theory that many heads make light -- and fast -- work.

We are looking not only for you, but perhaps students you know who are not involved with YWP. We are looking for writers, techies, artists, athletes, dramatists, civic activists and a few folks who are downright bored with school but might be intrigued to engage in a project they might like. Talk to them about it.

We will have a few sessions in person. We'll have a lot of short sessions online through a cool meeting interface that everyone would call in on (Skype on Sterioids). You guys will tackle some of the research on your own.

What we can offer in return is some basic guidance on basic journalistic techniques -- because this is, as you will discover, a kind of journalism project. We can run this as an independent study project for credit at your school, or write you recommendations or give you something you can put on your resume for college. We can occasionally feed you pizza.

We will not be taking everyone who submits their name. We want a working team whose members are committed to making this project a better place and who are also intrigued with the idea of what we will be looking to find out -- Who's doing cool things with youth online? What would teens like to be doing online that they can't now? And what can YWP do to become better? Can we develop leading edge technology, ideas and programs that engage, intrigue and excite?

Interested?

Contact me as soon as possible. ggevalt (at) youngwritersproject.org or call 802.324-9537. Or hire Pony Express or Western Union. Or comment below -- but don't just say you're in; ask questions; get the dialogue going.

cheers,

gg

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Avatar (the movie) -- What are your thoughts?

Long lines, sold out shows, by now, many of you have seen Avatar. What do you think of it? Blog about it and put "Avatar" in the keywords or comment below. Click "Read More" for a trailer to get you back in the mood. Sorry, no glasses available. -- gg

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YWP Players Perform in Burlington! Sound, Script & Images

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Braving cold and snow and snow and cold, the YWP Players -- P-T, Usagi, Qwerty, Peaches, Geist, Special and Bailyrae -- did a fantastic job at First Night in Burlington Friday. Remarkable writing and editing; rehearsed and performed in an incredibly short time frame. I was proud to be a part of it. Many accolades from folks in the audience, including some surprise luminaries of Burlington. Nice job, folks. Special thanks to Robin Fawcett for her amazing coaching. And special thanks to all of you who contributed 6-word visions of 2110. Here are the script, sound and images. Click here for Gallery. Video to come in a few days. -- gg

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YWP's Future Project

YWP folks....

YWP has submitted an application to the Knight Foundation for a NewsChallenge project that will involve many of you -- if we get it. This is a long and very competitive process, but we remain, as always, optimistic. This is the nut graph as they say: We want to create a journalism project by and for teens that would include building the next generation YWP site and online and in-person instruction on journalism, art and digital media.

The comment period is over for the proposal and thanks so much to all of you who viewed the specifics of our proposal. (We've attached a copy.)

This application is all about taking YWP to the next level, about encouraging as many of you as possible to engage in writing about your world, your observations, your concerns. You do that now. But we have some ideas for helping you do an even better job with a foundation of good journalism and cool technology.

I've been noodling on this idea for a while. As someone who spent 33 years working in journalism, it's been very difficult to watch the mega-news companies shrink, cut, exploded newsrooms around the country to the detriment of us -- we have less deep, true, accurate information to judge what is happening in this world.

I don't know whether we'll ge the grant. Probably won't. But I am trying to figure out ways we could make it happen anyway, to be able to assemble groups of you with some of the best journalists, software developers and digital experts that I know to create something new. And over the years I've been fortunate to work with some amazing folks. One of them, Bob Paynter, wrote me this morning about his potential involvement in the project. Bob was responsible for our former paper winning the Pulitzer Gold Medal for Public Service in 1994. Here's what he wrote:

    >i>I would love to be involved in your project. I can't believe that all our efforts and aspirations over the years were for naught. There must be a way to distill the essence of what we were about, boil away whatever has become obsolete and irrelevant in this bizarre new world, and pass along the heart of what remains to kindred souls in the youth-o-sphere. So, bravo on your powerful idea.

We'll let you know how you fare. In the meantime, rest assured that we will be embarking on new things in the coming year.

Stay tuned.

gg

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YWP at First Night, Burlington

YWP folks,

We received word this morning that our proposal has been accepted by Burlington City Arts! We're on the schedule for a 12-15 minute show (repeated four times over an hour) during the Burlington First Night Celebration.

To aid in organizing this, we have created a new group for you called First Night. This is your space to brainstorm, discuss and post writing related to the Vermont in 2110 theme. Our key creators and performers are already members of this group (Locke-Peter, NonSequitur, ParisianTwist, QwertyGirl, Usagi & Peaches) but all interested students are encouraged to join and share your thoughts -- just remember that posting here is not a guarantee that your work will be included in the final performance.

ALSO, you will notice that we are seeking 6-Word Stories about Vermont's Future in the widget in the upper right. Change gears; envision Vermont in the year 2110 and express it in six words!

And if you have a flare for performance, be sure to let us know -- there may still be opportunities to expand our show.

If you have any questions, contact GG or edevries by email (ggevalt and edevries at youngwritersproject.org) or by phone or comment here.

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What is blogging anyway?

So here's a question that we'd like to discuss... What kind of "blogging" is appropriate for this site?

Now I will be the first to say that the word "appropriate" has changed in meaning in recent years, with the advent of movie ratings and the invention of adult-driven restrictions on Internet use. I think of the word appropriate in a much different way -- does it belong? does it fit? is it part of a larger point?

So is "blogging" about ones daily life appropriate for this site?

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Communicate, communicate, communicate

In an effort to communicate with all of you better, we are reviving our Facebook page and our Twitter account. To help us get the word to you, we hope you will become "fans" of us on Spacebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Young-Writers-Project-Inc/54341961467 and will also follow us on Twitter: http://twitter.com/ywpvt

We hope you don't mind this intrusion into your lives, but we also want to make sure that you get our messages, announcements, etc...

We also want to further highlight the Daily Reads, Daily Podcasts, Daily Songs, etc... to bring you more fame, if not fortune.

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LCCMF09

In the last week of August, 13 energetic young writers attended and wrote about the first Lake Champlain Chamber Music Festival at Elley-Long Music Center at St. Michael's College. The festival was led by the brilliant violinist, Soovin Kim, and featured some of the world's finest musicians. To read the students blogs, click here.

Fear: Chapter1

Chapter 1: Vocabulary
2012

I was at my fathers work place. One of the biggest grocery stores in the worl, Walmart. He is the manager and when I get done school I come here to do my homework.
I looked down at the paper. 90% of my vocabulary was done except one word I didn't understand.
This weeks guidance assignment was vocabulary. We had to find the dictionary's definition, our definition and use it in a true sentence.

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Wolfsong: Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Thirty-nine:Hell

For the first time since I met Wren,
I am in hell.
I can’t seem to move my limbs to get out of this place.
This forest.
Wren sits next to me, leaning on me.
I know that it kills her to have me like this.
But I can’t help it.
I have murdered innocent people.
Murdered them.
I am a killer.
~
“Marcel, shouldn’t we move…” Wren starts to say, but all I can do is shake my head.
If we leave,
I would never actually move out of this spot.
I would stay here the rest of my life.
And then my spirit would take my body's spot.

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When I Die

When I die,
I hope I go peacefully.
Maybe in my sleep.

I don't want it to be
painful
or
stretched out.

When the angel of death comes,
I want him to do it quick-
rip the bandaid.
He'll come,
lean down,
kiss me on the forehead with his feathered lips,
and take my soul.
A wind will blow
and his black-as-night cloak will
billow
behind him,
creating an eerie effect.
All those
still living
around me
will feel a chill in the air,
just for a moment.
It will come and go so swiftly,
it'll leave them
wondering

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Shout Out

WHAT THE HELL
Alright, so, basically, I cannot artistically phrase what's on my mind. It's confusion so profound Chaos himself cannot eff it up any more. And it's not even that I need to figure something out or something. I don't have to make any choices, and I don't have to really DO anything. I just don't know why it happened! And by happened, I mean is sort of just sitting there. Because really, no action goes with it either.

Chaos knocks upon my door
I send him away with a frown
Now is not the time for
feeling incredibly down

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Differences

I am so sick of this.
I've had enough of the bitterness & pain & confusion.
Yes, I'm different.
We're all different.
Who cares?
We're not supposed to be the same.
You go ahead, be totally sure of exactly who you are.
I don't really know what I am, and frankly, I don't care.
But I do know that what I want is right here, mine for the taking.
I don't need to be like you.
I have finally accepted that I am my own person.
I'll always be my own person.
I'm not going to take being your little follower anymore.
I'm not going to take any more shit from you.

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My Biggest Fear

My Biggest fear
is that when looked at too closely
everything
will lose its value.

And we will all be going along and you will find people you love and you will be happy and there in your life and you will think the world is beautiful from the perspective you have achieved.
And then he will place his gentle hand on the small of your back-
apply pressure,
whisper,
“Now this is all nice and grand but we really should be moving along now. Places to go.”

Places to go.

Indigo

Fuck.

Her head spilled out into violent
shots
and the table filled with
cups swirled like
spiced rum and
tomorrow's troubles.

A transperant indego,
this night was so dark.
his arms wrapped around my body.

Can't walk can't talk,
but fall back flat.

Remeber nothing but that,
evidence from the nite
covers her neck
like tattoo's that
she has to accept.

Fuck.

His body
is wrapped around her arms.
Head spinning.
Fall back flat.

Dark indigo
kissses her shoulder.

Did this really appear to be
what
she
thinks?
Sheetless she just
sat.

Wondering where

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Made to be Broken

Sometimes it seems like
hearts
were made to be broken.

She didn't mean it,
I'm sure.
She never even knew
I had a pulse,
let alone emotions.

Why is it these things never
seem to
end well for me?

I was crushed.
She took me in her hands and
crumbled me up
like that dead leaf you find
on the ground
in autumn.

I bet I made a pretty
satisfying
crunch.

My tears are
the color of her eyes.

My pain is
the color of her skin.

She doesn't even know.

I'm a ghost,
my translucent flesh
the color of her bones.

Why do I always

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Did You Know? (I)

Did you know
everything wasn’t so
cookie-cutter perfect for me,
once upon a time?
My life isn’t built
on fairy tales,
this much I know.
There are no stories
of a girl and a room
and nothing but thoughts
she’d rather not think
to occupy her mind.
I’m no Rapunzel
and there was no prince.
Raw emotion like that
doesn’t happen to the people
who live in fairy tales, and
sometimes, maybe,
that’s not a bad thing.

I was alone in my
silent little hell, and
you didn’t even hear me
when I cried.
I was the only witness
and I was ashamed.
I still cannot say or write

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By Any Other Name

My life is divided into 
dirty, crumbling steps-
spiraling upwards through
the throat of a tower missing,
indefinitely, its princess.
 
My fingers are bleeding from
microscopic pinpricks-
from cloud-droplet, needlepoint 
cuts. But I just hold on tighter
despite the numbness that
accompanies blood. You're a 
beauty of velvet red pedals;
smell of forever,
nostalgia and love.
My hands are aching, paling
but lord knows I'll never
give up. Your stem is 
the green of early September 
and your thorns are as 
sharp as the far-too-crisp
edges on the
cracks that have spidered

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I Don't Need It

Alright,
I get it.
You live a
fairytale life.
You are
living
perfection.

Really,
I've gotten the
message.

Just stop.

I don't
need
to hear about
how wonderful
everything is
for you.

Just
shut up
and let me
wallow in
my
self pity.

Just let me
feel
sorry for myself.

I don't need to hear
how like, so sweet
your boyfriend is.

I don't need
those stupid little
text messages
that tell me
omg, last night was so perfect,
because I
spent last night
sitting at home
crying to myself
trying to be
quiet
about it

Walking into the Sunset

Walking into the sunset
Nothing pulling back,
Leaving behind me
Everything that has darkened my path,
Always looking forward,
Never taking my eyes off of the road ahead.
Life moves on through thick and thin
With supports, barriers, pushes and pulls
But nothing keeps me from
Walking into the sunset.
I’ve lived life to the fullest
And have pushed my way to today,
Looking forward and never back
Because the future, changes, but not
the past. So I’m…
Walking into the sunset
Nothing pulling back,
Leaving behind me
Everything that has
Darkened my path,
always looking forward,

My Sixteen Candles

A big breath in
Air rushing out
The flickering light of candles gone
In a half second
A wish is made
For you to be
In my life again

Wrapping paper torn back from gifts
With too little anticipation
My mind is not here
Instead it's with you
Miles away
Wondering what you would have given me
I knew I would have loved it
You knew me best

Now that's something I'll never know
A question from a time gone by
But I still dream
Of what it might have been
Never letting go
Of that perfect birthday wish

Summer Night At The Drive-In

The screen whrrs and snaps
As the picture comes to life
Happy hot dogs dance across the screen
On the blanket he has casually spread his limbs
The picture of ease
My complete opposite
Fidgeting on the gingham next to him

Purposefully
A hand falls on my arm
And before I can react
It's pulling me down
Next to him

His lips smile and they're
Tantalizingly close to my own
So I inch closer
To where he could kiss me if he tried
And with lips smooth as a plum
And tasting quite as sweet
He does
He tries

Mirror Opposite

A look pierces through me
Daring me to deny happiness in the features
But looking deeper in
I see the truth
And immediately the facade
Starts to crumble
Almost without though
"I'm afraid of you"
Slips from between cracked lips
The monster stares back
Unblinking
Not fazed by my proclamation
For she is I
We are one
She is my greatest nightmare

LIFE AFTER DEATH

CHAPTER2
I hung up the phone. Secretary Jenny, I said, I have to go. I'll be back. I ran out of the White House and to the ally. Hi, I said, so whats up? You know how I helped you escape jail, asked Tim? Yes, I said. Well the people in jail discovered the hole and escaped, said Tim. Oh my gosh, I said,with the bad on the loose the whole city is in danger!!!

LIFER AFTER DEATH

CHAPTER1
2 YEARS OF LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE........
SAM! Called the secretary, PHONE. I ran to answer the phone. Hello, I said. Hi it's Tim your old pal. Hi Tim, I said, whats going on? Well it's kind of an emergency, said Tim. Like what? I asked. I'll tell you later just meet me in the ally across the street, said Tim. I'll be right there, I said. Hurry, said Tim, were all in danger!!!

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A Fresh Page

Crisp,
New,
Fresh.
The blank page greets me,
And my pencil,
Inviting me,
Tempting me.

Scribble scribble
Scribble scribble
Scribble scribble.
Erase.
Scribble scribble
Scribble scribble
Scribble scribble.
Erase.
The soft squeaks of my eraser
Echo in the empty,
Old attic room.
Triangles of sunlight pattern my finished page,
And dust mites form a halo flying around my head,
Giving me the look of a thoughtful angel.

Silence. Breathe.
Silence again. One more breathe.
The attic is quiet,
As I study my page.
Not touching my pencil,

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I am Anonymous.

It.
It.
It.
My eyes burn in protest
At your words.
You think I'm only an it.
Not your daughter.
Not your little girl.
Not even a child.
Just
It.
I pretend it doesn't hurt,
But it does.
I will lie anyways,
Because that is what you have done
For all the past years.
I smile and shake my head
Whenever a teacher asks me,
Why there's a new cut on my cheek,
Or ask
Why there's a fresh burn scarring my hand.
Because,
I can't do anything, can I?
I'm only 6 outside,
But I'm eternal inside.
I try to be normal,
And play jacks in the dust,
And play dolls in the attic,

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