Writer's Notebook LEADS

Writing Workshop : 

Writing Workshop Learning from Authors-Analyzing Craft

Learning from Authors : 

Learning from Authors Teach students to read like writers Readers look at what a story is about Writers look at how the story was created Example: We will analyze different leads (beginnings) Analyzing the Writer’s Craft

Analyzing the Craftof Writing Leads : 

Show different samples of leads from well crafted books (picture books or chapter books) Same strategy can be applied when studying expository text “What do you notice?” Analyzing the Craftof Writing Leads

Cleary, Beverly. Ramona the Pest. : 

Cleary, Beverly. Ramona the Pest. “I am not a pest,” Ramona Quimby told her big sister Beezus. “Then stop asking like a pest,” said Beezus, whose real name was Beatrice. She was standing by the front window waiting for her friend Mary Jane to walk to school with her.

Curtis, Christopher Paul. The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963. : 

Curtis, Christopher Paul. The Watsons Go to Birmingham—1963. It was one of those super-duper-cold Saturdays. One of those days that when you breathed out your breath kind of hung frozen in the air like a hunk of smoke and you could walk along and look exactly like a train blowing out big, fat, white puffs of smoke. It was so cold that if you were stupid enough to go outside your eyes would automatically blink a thousand times all by themselves, probably so the juice inside of them wouldn't freeze up. It was so cold that if you spit, the slob would be an ice cube before it hit the ground. It was about a zillion degrees below zero.

Blume, Judy. Superfudge. : 

Blume, Judy. Superfudge. Life was going along okay when my mother and father dropped the news. Bam! Just like that.

Barker, Clive. The Thief of Always. : 

Barker, Clive. The Thief of Always. The Great Gray beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive. Here he was, buried in the belly of that smothering month.

Sachar, Louis. Holes. : 

Sachar, Louis. Holes. There is no lake at Camp Green Lake. There once was a very large lake here, the largest in Texas. That was over a hundred years ago. Now it is just a dry, flat wasteland. There used to be a town of Green Lake as well. The town shriveled and dried up along with the lake, and the people who lived there. During the summer the daytime temperature hovers around ninety-five degrees in the shade-if you can find any shade. There’s not much shade in a big dry lake. The only trees are two old oaks on the eastern edge of the “lake”. A hammock is stretched between the two trees, and a log cabin stands between that. The campers are forbidden to lie in the hammock. It belongs to the Warden. The Warden owns the shade. Out on the lake, rattlesnakes and scorpions find shade under rocks and in the holes dug by the campers.”

Analyzing the Writer’s Craft : 

Analyzing the Writer’s Craft

Slide 10: 

Analyzing a poet’s craft Structure Repetition Proper Nouns Where I'm From by George Ella Lyon, poet and writer Planning your own poem Extension-Interviewing Where I’m From

Well Crafted Literature : 

Well Crafted Literature