Who am I? |
Every link I've given to you describes me.
I am a writer and author of poetry and prose
I love to teach!
Fairness is Equality. I'm opinionated but exceptionally reasonable
I will welcome links to deviations that need critiqued. I ask only that you review your submission before you ask me to critique it. I don't critique rough drafts.
Below are some tutorials I have written
Flashbulb Poetry: How to Write
Colons, Semicolons, and Hyphens
Apostrophes: Two commandments
How to Write Villanelles.
How to Create Visual Poetry
The Acrostic Haiku.
I no longer run clubs. I'm just a community dude.
Seriously. Remember one thing: never revel in ignorance.
I've been more than crazy busy. I teach eight classes at a placement facility and am finishing up my Secondary Ed Cert as an Intern. So much more to that, but there really isn't any point in actually boring any of you fine people.
I've finally finished one of my children's book. You'll see that it's more of a early chapter book than anything else, but it is meant to have pictures. I'm hoping that an agent will eventually like the story enough to take it on, so enjoy it for now. If you have any kids, test this on them an let me know your thoughts! I'm sure it won't scar them all that much. And if you are still a kid at heart, then let me know all the same!
Billy Bean and the Snapping Backpack Joseph L.M. Sturm
Billy Bean and the Snapping Backpack
Good Night Billy
Billy Bean was a lot like a jumping bean. He ran everywhere, and when he couldn’t run, his feet were still jumping. He loved his cat, Whiskers, the galaxy of stars in his room, the pile of dirty clothes he used as a landing zone, and – above all – he loved his backpack. It held anything and everything. Billy Bean had everything in his blue backpack: textbooks, notebooks, pens, pencils, folders, a blue and white lunchbox, and his emergency phone that even had some really cool apps on it. Billy Bean’s backpack was very full when he went to school but never before that.
“Billy!” yelled his mom in frustration while standing in the middle of his room, “I’ve told you all day to get your backpack ready for school