Like a flashback, I know that a year has gone by…since my graduation.
And I am reminded again:
I am entirely grateful for all of the faulty at Hamline’s MFAC who have hugged me, read my drafts, who were there at each of my presentation (Critical and Creative) I didn’t see what they saw… There are times that I doubt why I was ever let in… still… in summer leafy MN shade I find myself playing up mi voz.
I am reminded again:
I miss mi gente-mi familia so much, that I imagine their lives, and I begin to write them, in story.
In story, that has beginnings, theme, and a narrative with challenges particular to Mexicanos from the midwest migration Norte. Si vivo ma para alla de chicago ya mero con santa clause.
Talk about a log line,
After 8 pb manuscripts, two kid writer conferences, and getting some freebie query letter critiques
I made a new blog decision to make this my author blog…
first steps are take time…
First stories take time, trust and a hug…
Second looks, revision take blood, thirst, and even more trust
Until you begin to believe that your story can get publish.
EXCEPT WORK IN PROGRESS: COPYRIGHT BY ARACELI ESPARZA 2015
Chicas y Chicos are girl kids and boy kids and everyone in between.
Family news, pretending, and tiny jumps fill their days.
Tree stick propped open doors, hanging out on Blossom street, with one step stoops,
we dash from one apartment stoop to another.
Izzy is learning to do perfect cartwheels.
Purple Carrots, spring morning air, and washing leaves. In Ana’s little hands there’s something new and old. 4th generation piscadora now urbana.
PS Purple Leaves Live! Swati my first semester Profe still remembered… I am closing on my first house this month and guess what is in the yard? Yep, a Maple Purple Leaf tree!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know It’s a sign!