Why Homework is a Good Thing

This post is not about the homework I ask my students to do, though obviously that is also a good thing. Rather, this is about the homework I was asked to do for a workshop on writing historical fiction that I will attend next week at the Eastern PA SCBWI conference. We were asked to write the first paragraphs of three different novels set in three different times and places. I suppose if I'd ever taken a creative writing class, I might be jaded about this sort of exercise, but I am hungry for prompts, and I really enjoyed writing my paragraphs.

Not only did I have fun, I also tumbled into my next book. I've had an idea for awhile, bumping around in the back of my brain. It was the opening of a novel, a fabulous, surprising series of events, but it ended with a dramatically unfinished "and then..." My homework helped me to finish the sentence: the paragraph met up with the story fragment in my imagination, and now I have a whole plot. Actually, I also had an important conversation in the middle of all of this with my nine year old who has turned into an outstanding sounding board. So the process was (1) idea, (2) homework and epiphany, and (3) conversation to talk through kinks. Of course, the process isn't over either.

I'm pasting in the paragraph. I don't think it will actually be part of the book, but it led me to the story, so it deserves to be "published" here:

Xavi leaned against the gas stove, holding his book away from the heat of the flame and absently stirring custard in the pot, his eyes fixed on the page. He didn’t know how long he had been stirring, but during that time the hero Ramon had fled the marauding bandits and was about to tell his great love Christina where he’d hidden the jewels. Xavi dropped the spoon to turn the page, but before he read a word, the book was knocked out of his hand. “Que faix?” the housekeeper screamed at him in Catalan. Xavi knew she was angry because they weren’t supposed to speak in Catalan anymore. He looked at the pot and realized he’d scalded the custard. It would have been their first desert in nearly six months.

Since this was homework (and since I wax poetic in my classes about peer review), I do welcome any feedback. Thus the process goes on.