Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly

Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly

by Gail Carson Levine
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Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly by Gail Carson Levine

Bestselling author of Ella Enchanted and fairy-tale master Gail Carson Levine helps you make magic with your writing!

In Writing Magic, Newbery Honor author Gail Carson Levine shares her tricks of the trade. She shows how you can get terrific ideas for stories, invent great beginnings and endings, write sparkling dialogue, develop memorable characters—and much, much more. She advises you about what to do when you feel stuck—and how to use helpful criticism. Best of all, she offers writing exercises that will set your imagination on fire.

With humor, honesty, and wisdom, Gail Carson Levine shows you that you, too, can make magic with your writing.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780062253552
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 08/27/2013
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 176
Sales rank: 251,949
Lexile: 780L (what's this?)
File size: 1 MB
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Gail Carson Levine's first book for children, Ella Enchanted, was a Newbery Honor Book. Levine's other books include Ever, a New York Times bestseller; Fairest, a Best Book of the Year for Publishers Weekly and School Library Journal, and a New York Times bestseller; Dave at Night, an ALA Notable Book and Best Book for Young Adults; The Wish; The Two Princesses of Bamarre; A Tale of Two Castles; and the six Princess Tales books. She is also the author of the nonfiction books Writing Magic: Creating Stories That Fly and Writer to Writer: From Think to Ink, as well as the picture books Betsy Who Cried Wolf and Betsy Red Hoodie. Gail Carson Levine and her husband, David, live in a two-centuries-old farmhouse in the Hudson Valley of New York State.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am really passionate about writing, and will publish my stories under the pseudonym 'OhMyRowling123'. Thanks!! ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Her name is Fern, Fern Wilden. She was born on a moderately sunny day in northern Nebraska, commonly known as the middle of nowhere. When you grow up nowhere, you get to know endless fields of sky-high corn stalks, and flawless sunsets touching the horizon. There was no ocean, and the little old lake was the biggest body of water around. However, things change, and Fern Wilden didn't get to spend the rest of her life with the cattle and acres of prarie. She moved to New York in October, just barely missing Halloween. Because Fern Wilden dreamed of being an actress, like her mother, whom had passed on Broadway, living her ambition. She starred in the Phantom Of The Opera, Catherine, for eight years, the Lion Kings Princess for two years, Matilda's Miss Honey for two years, and a few more productions. She died on set one night, namely the Thanksgiving show, which was not supposed to be done in the first place. Thanksgiving Eve was a gloomy one for Fern, giving her constant memories of her mother Judy and Nebraska. As she resided, sobbing in her small cornors apartment in the Manhattan division that was also being rented out to tourists for scare money, she thought. Her first ever Thanksgiving out of the old barn house in which she was raised would probably be spent alone, or with the horribly tanned housemates she had recently acquired. She was stuck mentally and physically, not knowing what to do and what not. There was no oven, not even a toaster in the apartment, and Fern had no morals to take a taxi or eat out, as it would be at the expense of another workers Thanksgiving. So Fern left her living quarters for Broadway Blvd, deciding to honor her mother by going to waste almost all of her saved money on The Phantom Of the Opera Tickets, her mother's death play. She also decided to walk- it was a cool, foggy day, which was her favorite type of weather. It was a bad descion nevertheless- halfway there, she ended up at the docks, then realised most of New York would be caught in traffic due to the famous Macy's Day Parade on 34th street. A tear trickled down her cheek embedded with faded sun freckles, dropping freshly into the drifting water below. She thought it was a terrible mistake to move to New York, running her hands delicately over the rusting dock rails. Fern was gazing out at Lady Liberty as she heard the ever so familiar sound of a car door shutting swiftly behind her. She turned her head slightly, noticing a tall Brazillian woman begin to start towards her. "Hello," Fern greeted, mustering up enough kindness as she could for the sweet looking lady. "I am Chila Nela. Call me Nela." The woman introduced herself arupbtly, using a calm voice as smooth as butter. "Nice Thanksgiving," With her thick accent, she pronounced each vowel slowly. "I'm F-Fern." She replied with a quiver in her voice, blinking away tears to look at the strange person. She shot a look towards her car, which was a gleaming black sports car. The misty air blew their hair back, and the two strangers moved their thick hair out of their faces in sync. "Oh yes. Yes I know, I do." Nela sighed. Fern began to back away, used to being encountered by odd people. She glared hopefully back out to the sea, trying to spot Ellis Island. "Fern Wilden. I know your mom, Judy. She nice woman. I go to college with her." She mumured, staring wistfully at the waters as well. "She die today." Nela whispered to Fern. Fern's shoulders shook, half out of shock. continued next res
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
November thirteenth, 2016. Dear diary, Mom has been stressed all month. Thanksgiving is at our house this year, and usually that means Dad cooks it. Not this year. Mom and Dad got divorced last week, and now he lives in Manhattan. It's just me and mom now. Mom isn't th cooking type. Or the hostess type, for that matter. She's more of the...babysitting type. I'm the dorky girl with glasses type. Yep, that's me. Straight brown hair, glasses that take up half my face, and a 4'9 twelve year old. Named Agnes. What could be worse? Anyway, mom is trying to cook turkey in the kitchen, and it smells like smoke. I'd better go help her before the house burns down. I will talk sometime soon. Maybe. Sincerely, Agnes Rose Harper. November 18th, 2016 Dear Diary, Mom finally finished getting most of the food done. I will just be glad when Thanksgiving is over, cause then I get to be with dad until New Year. I am usually supposed to stay with mom, but I also get to stay with dad four times a year. Thats what mom said. But another reason Im not looking forward to Thanksgiving is because mom always makes us say what we are thankful for. I cant really think of anything to be thankful for. I live in a big dirty city, my parents are divorced, my dog died yesterday, and my teachers at school really REALLY hate me. So, yeah. I have to think of something, but it will take a lot of thinking. Which is what I should be doing now. Bye! Sincerely, Agnes Rose Harper. November 20th, 2016 Dear Diary, I still have not decided what I am thankful for, and mom tried to help me out. She suggested friends, but then I informed her I didn't have any. Then she suggested food, but we have eaten McDonald's cheeseburgers for the past month. Ewww. Today was just like every other day, i got dropped of at school, failed a few tests, got bullied by Sasha Fredericks, missed the bus home, and then it rained. Just one typical day in the life of me, Agnes Rose Harper. Grandma arrived yesterday. She will stay with us for two weeks. She is the type of Grandma who seems all nice and cheery, when, WHAM! She throughs a plate on the floor and starts swearing if her food is too salty. Not the typical nice old lady with a cane. She took up bowling at eighty-five. EIGHTY-FIVE! Anyway, mom just told me I got a call from dad, so I had better go anwer it. G'bye. Sincerely, Agnes Rose Harper. November 21st, 2016 Dear Diary, I cannot believe it. Yesterday, when mom said that I got a call from dad, I went into the kitchen, only to see my Dad and Mom hugging and crying happy tears! Apparently, they realized how horrible life was away from each other and how much they loved each other, and they decided to get married again, for good, on Thanksgiving day! Now that is something to be thankful for! Sincerely, Agnes Rose MASON. ( Back to dad's last name)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
&nbsp Thanksgiving. That amazing time of year when, for two weeks straight, your mom is constantly yelling at you: "Would you clean up your room?! Do you WANT all of your relatives to think you live in a chaotic pigsty all the time?" <p> &nbsp Yep. That's the life. The first time we had a thanksgiving get together at our house, I was 6 years old. When my mom (ahem) "polietly" asked me to clean up my hurricane, I literally thought my relatives were going to just hang out in my room. Boy, I sure did clean that room. I found 4 sticks of gum, $13, and an old homework assignment that was due... a while back. When NONE of my respectable relatives even looked in my room, I felt a little, just a little frustrated. <p> &nbsp After being yelled at, there's the actual preparing of... the dinner. We usually assign foods to people so we don't end up making enough food for the state of Utah. But, we are in charge of the turkey. My dad takes special pride in our Thanksgiving Turkey. We raise each one by ourselves. The only problem is, this year, our turkey got hit by a car. 4 days before Thanksgiving! Who knows why poor ''ol Redgie was playing in the street. So this year, we're improvising. It's also called, "Find our biggest duck and drag it out here." 20 minutes and a LOT of feathers later, we got our Thanksgiving "Turkey" as we are going to tell the rest of the relatives. They shouldn't notice...<p> &nbsp Well, it's the dreaded day. Great Aunt Rose on my mom's cousin's step mother's side is pouting on the couch because we some how forgot to invite her. She's refusing to eat and is making all of us feel guilty. <p> &nbsp My aunt and her mother- in-law are in a stand off to see whose pies are going to be eaten first. Currently, none of them. My mom made me get two slices of each of them so no one would have to die. <p> &nbsp Uncle Bruce claims the turkey tastes weird. I told him its fresher than usual. That pacified him for now. No one else has commented on the "Turkey". The only thing anyone has really complained about are the funeral potatoes. They are as cold as Great Aunt Rose's heart and the cheese tastes a little funky. So far, no one has claimed them yet. <p> &nbsp It's getting really stuffy in the house. I'm tired pretending to be interested in the lives of people that might be dead next year before our next Thanksgiving. <p> &nbsp Ya' know, its called THANKSGIVING. We're supposed to be especially grateful this time of year. I think it would just be easier if everyone was just thankful the WHOLE year so we wouldn't have to deal with these parties. <p> But, it is Thanksgiving so I need to say something I'm grateful for. I'm thankful that all get togethers come to an end and that no one found out I made those funeral potatoes.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
You did a good job but we still won't tell you if you won because you were the first but i guess that gives you an advantage. I am the brother of Amy, the one that made this contest and the judge. I really really loved your story and im kinda like the assistant judge. I'll make sure that Amy knows what a great job you did. Maybe you will win. I guess only time can tell. Good luck!!!!!!!!!! ;)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Hi my name is Lilly And here's my story The Missing Pumpkin One cool Thanksgiving Eve, Lory had just planted a pumpkin seed. Then the next day she was going to water it so next year she could help her mom on making pumpkin spice cake but when she had went to water it it had grown three times then what the seed was!She said " Wow I dont see how a pumpkin could have grown so big so fast" she thought what if it was a magic seed that grew faster than it had been before. Then it dissapeared! Lory said "Oh no it dissapeared and now I cant make pumpkin spice cake with mother!" Then she had seen a twinkel then a man in a black suit jumped up and had a pumpkin witch looks like the pumpkin she had. Then he said"you will never see this pumpkin again" Lory sobbed " please dont take it" then the man in the black said " No! This is a magic pumpkin and its mine and I saw it first and I have been looking for that my whole life and your not going to take it back!" Lory shot back "Well then you can see your self into prison!" Then Police lights started to come then he ran but he was stopped by the police car. Then the cop gave me the pumpkin and said if you see tis man again then let us know Lory understod then she shook her head. Lory's mother had called for her.Then Lory gave her mom the pumpkin she said" I guess you want to make pumpkin spice cake" Lory nodded Her mom had just cleaned a pan so we could have it cleaned for tonight. "Do you remeber what day it is"mom said Lory shook her head " No" Her mom said is Thanksgiving Lory then she remebered thats why she went outside to water her plant and to get the pumpkin from last year and that had growned normally so she could make pumpkin spice cake then she said "Lets start its not going to make itself." Then her mom laughed The End I hoped you liked reading this sorry i dont know if i was sosposed to be fiction or nonfiction thanks for reading this Ps i dont have a e- mail. Lilly Pelot
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book ever! I thought it was so cool and super helpful! I felt like Gail was with me helping me out with my writing. I loved the writing prompts. This book got me so excited to write, more than I ever have been before. I can't wait to read the sequel!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book that really helps and geys you interested
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow! I read this once and have been trying to find it again ever since! I highly reccomend!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This really helped me thank u soooooooo much:) :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Oh yea
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