Coach: Marcie Flinchum Atkins

Marcie Flinchum Atkins headshotMarcie Flinchum Atkins writes in the wee hours of the morning (5:00 AM) and then goes off to school to teach fourth graders all day. She has two of her own children, one of whom knows how to write (and enjoys it). Marcie writes picture books, middle grade novels, young adult novels, short stories, and poetry. She thinks the best way to learn how to write is to sit with a pile of good books and learn from the masters (the authors of those books). Marcie has been teaching for 16 years. She received her M.A. in Children’s Literature in 2005 and her M.F.A. in children’s literature in 2011, both from Hollins University. She is currently working toward an endorsement as Library Media Specialist. She is an active member of the Mid-Atlantic chapter of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. She writes about making time to write and how to use mentor texts to teach writing on her blog www.marcieatkins.com. She can also learn about writing on her YouTube channel.

Fun things to know about Marcie:

  • She grew up in Thailand and Malaysia.
  • She is terrified of chickens (and most birds). There’s a story there.
  • She loves a good challenge like Julie Hedlund’s 12×12 Picture Book Challenge and Tara Lazar’s PiBoIdMo (Picture Book Idea Month) because word athletics are the only athletics she excels in.
  • She has a Thomas Jefferson themed garden at her school where she and the kids grow and eat foods that Jefferson grew and ate at Monticello.
  • She enjoys taking literary vacations (she once forced her husband to go to Prince Edward Island because she loved Anne of Green Gables as a child).

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7 thoughts on “Coach: Marcie Flinchum Atkins

  1. Julie Hedlund and Tara Lazar are AWESOME people! I was once “attacked” by a hungry turkey (it was a petting zoo, and I forgot to drop the food while I hid behind my dad’s legs (I was around 5)), so I understand your fear of poultry. 😉

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