Monday, February 27, 2012

A letter about TRAINWRECK

A few weeks ago, the Voices and Faces Project founder Anne Ream wrote a letter to some of the nation's most preeminent rape victim activists about the survivor testimonial writing workshop and TRAINWRECK. I thought I would share the letter below. I apologize in advance that it is a bit long. Thank you for taking the time to read it. (And for those of you interested, I will be blogging tomorrow about my MC Ben at The Lucky 13's Blogspot so please come meet him).


Dear All - I wanted to reach out with some exciting news.    As many of you know, in 2011 The Voices and Faces Project launched "The Stories We Tell," the country's first testimonial writing workshop for survivors of sexual violence, domestic violence and trafficking.   Created by writer R. Clifton Spargo, an Arts Fellow at the Iowa Writers' Workshop, our program brought together a diverse community of survivors, each seeking to write and speak out about sexual violence.  

Over the course of  our reading and writing focused two-day program, which debuted at the Chicago Cultural Center, workshop participants engaged in an innovative series of writing exercises that emphasized fiction, creative non-fiction, memoir, and poetry.   During one such exercise, we asked our participants to write about sexual violence from the perspective of someone of a different sexual orientation or gender.  At that time, workshop participant Christa Desir - a Voices and Faces board member - conceived the idea for a YA (young adult) novel, written from the perspective of a male high school student whose girlfriend is raped at a party - a scenario that those of us working on sexual violence issues have encountered all-too-often.  

When Christa read her piece out loud during the workshop, we knew that she had written something special.  What we did not know was exactly how special:  coming out of our workshop, and with the encouragement of our Voices and Faces Project team, Christa expanded that initial writing exercise into a novel, and subsequently sold her book to Simon Pulse (a division of Simon and Schuster that targets the young adult audience).  "TRAINWRECK,"  a compassionate and candid exploration of the gang rape of a high school student and the responses of her friends, boyfriend and community to that tragedy, is an important and much-needed book - one that will reach high school students "where they are" with a message that they very much need to hear.  It will be published in fall, 2013.   

Books like Christa's have the potential to do more than engage.  They have the power to create change by showing the heartbreaking and all-to-human costs of sexual violence.  In a world in which the media too often celebrates violence against women and girls, we believe that TRAINWRECK will provide a very different perspective - one that can lead to a more compassionate and activist public response to sexual violence.     

For the many of you on this list who helped to make that pilot writing workshop possible, thank you.  For those of you who are interested in bringing the writing workshop to your own communities, I look forward to speaking with you!  I'd welcome the chance to tell you more about our workshop plans for the future, and to detail the support that we are seeking so that we might realize those plans in North America, and beyond.  


With gratitude and respect for each of you,

Anne

Friday, February 17, 2012

Inside The Author's Studio with Jus Accardo



Today's guest for Inside the Author's Studio is the fabulous Jus Accardo. Jus's book TOUCH came out last November and she will have a novella (UNTOUCHED) coming out in a month in anticipation of her second Denizen novel TOXIC (releasing in September). Remember to leave a comment for your chance to win a free copy of TOUCH. You can follow Jus here

Thanks for inviting me today, Christa!

What is your favorite word? Psychosomatic. Say it with me now. You know you want to…

What is your least favorite word? Panties. I can’t tell you why. I just hate it. Like with the power of ten thousand mutant fire ants, kind of hate… I also hate Auntie, so it might be that I have something against words that end in IE… They feel…cutesie. Ick. Another one. Someone get me a fly swatter…

What turns your current MC on? My current MC is Dez, and from having spent so much time with her, I’d have to say someone who isn’t afraid to live. Someone willing to take risks, live in the moment, and do what makes them happy.

What turns your current MC off? I’d say it’s definitely weakness. Dez is do what it takes, go all out, kind of girl. She needs a guy who is not afraid to get his hands dirty (or break some bones—his or others) if the situation calls for it.

What sound do you love? The soft sound of doggie snores. I can’t work without them. At any given time, there is at least one snoring dog in my house (because they’re all incredibly spoiled and lazy as hell). Usually when I work, they all curl up around my chair—there’s three of them—and snore the day away. I love it.

What sound do you hate? Rubbing Styrofoam! Omg. Worst sound EVER. Come here…I’ll prove it to you.

What is your favorite YA quirk? (i.e. The Colonel’s desire to give everyone nicknames) Actually, I’m kind of in love with nicknames. Remember Sawyer from Lost? (Not YA, but still!) Other than, *ahem* the obvious, he was my face character simply because of his nickname fetish.

What profession other than yours would you like to attempt? I was almost a chef—like, I was days away from entering the C.I.A. Given my insane food allergies, that probably would have ended in disaster, so I’m going to go with a vet. I’ve always loved animals. Animals don’t laugh when you face plant for no apparent reason. Well, there was that one horse that time…but he was just mean.

What profession would you rather bathe in a vat of urine than attempting? Sheep herder. Because seriously, have you ever smelled sheep? Eww! That smell doesn’t wash out…

If John Green exists and sits at your table at a SCBWI conference, what would you like him to say to you? Wow… Um, I don’t know what I’d want him to say to me, but I’d want to say to him that his work is powerful and thought provoking and exquisitely written. I could go on from there, but he’d probably take out a restraining order…

Hooray!!! Thanks for coming to visit Jus. Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of TOUCH. 

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Dear Teen Gae---A letter to Gae Polisner's Past Self

So I don't know if you all know the absolutely fabulous, Gae Polisner, but if you don't, you should. She is hilarious and honest and so incredibly likable, I can't say enough about how lucky I am to have met her. She blogs here and her fantastic book, THE PULL OF GRAVITY is here.

Today, Gae is on my blog with a letter to her teen self. She is ALSO on my dear friend and CP Amy's blog with a letter to her future self. You should read both. She's that amazing. And when you're done reading this, leave a comment and I'll buy one of you a copy of THE PULL OF GRAVITY.


Dear Teen Gae,

Ah, grumpy girl.

geesh! Put a smile on that miserable face.














So, life as a teenager can be totally suckish and hard. I get it. You’ve had braces and (aviator) glasses and your back has a curve (<--- closeted Boston brace-wearer. On after school, off before).

Your friends are flaky.

Your sister is better at things.

And you don’t always succeed the way you want to.

But here’s the thing. Sure, it’s partly just an age thing, but, bozo chicky, it’s partly because you LET it be so suckish and hard.

Geesh! Put a smile on your face and have some grace. And make some better choices.

You focus on the wrong things, and, man, you know how to pick the wrong friends.

FYI, those girls: shallow and catty. And those boys? Um, yeah, good football players, but, brain surgeons? No, not exactly.  

I promise you, there are nice, smart, fun kids in middle and high school. So, STOP worrying about your hair and popularity, and GO HANG WITH THE HONOR SOCIETY KIDS!
Sigh.

I’m not going to convince you now any better than your mother did then, am I?

Okay, fine. Never mind. Finish that Jane Fonda exercise tape, lie flat on your back so you can zip up those skin-tight Jordache jeans so not a single wrinkle remains, slip on your spike-heeled Candies clogs, then come here and sit with me. We’ll blow dry your perfectly-feathered hair for the gazillionth time today, smooth on some Bonne Bell Lip Smacker, and talk about a few minor things that might save you.

First, read this book.



Why? Because your mother left it on your bed. You roll your eyes now, but you will read it. And every day when you leave for school, your mother will call, “IALAC” to you as you walk out the door. She will pronounce it wrong – “ILIAC!” – and you won’t necessarily believe it at first, but you will remember it and it will become embedded in your brain.

Sincere repetition is a kind of delayed magic. Trust me on this. And, remember it when you have your own kids.

Second. Try to act smart and keep your sense of humor. You’re a fairly smart and funny kid. And teachers love smart and funny. Deans love smart and funny. Employers love smart and funny. And your “Biggest Brownnose” award will go way further toward getting you appropriate college application recommendations from those teachers than your Best Body Award. (<-- geesh, seriously! I kid you not. In 1982 they gave those). And in 2012, when you’re 40-something *coughs*, that sense of humor will still buoy you while all your body parts sag.

*sigh*

Wait. Where was I?

Oh yeah.

Third. Pick a few quality friends. Okay, fine, how about one? All you really need is one good friend. Yep, fine. She’s a keeper. Of course, you will go through your trials and tribulations, but she is smart and funny too, and thirty years from now you will still be deeply connected.

And, fourth: Date the “Bodies,” the Schmoes, the Razzle-dazzlers, but marry the smart, funny, humble, loyal, (and, if you are lucky, handsome) guy who sees eye-to-eye on life, the world, and politics, and can croon a nice tune. 
Quality stuff here

Trust me on this one. Go for substance over form. You’ll be surprised how long substance will last you. Even through the roughest of times.
Good luck. Now, go fix your pants. I think I see a small wrinkle of space that crept in there.

Love, Present Gae