Saturday, November 5, 2016
I am not good at keeping this blog up. I am sorry. I was talking to my eldest daughter about writing and she told me that no matter how long it takes, to just keep writing. "Even if it takes 40 to 50 years," she said. I will write. If not for me, I will write for her and show her that I kept writing.
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Long story short. I missed the mark on writing and posting daily on this site. Why? I didn't plan time for writing. I allowed myself to just go with the flow and flow into what others needed and wanted me to do. If this is going to be important to me, then I need to make the necessary time for it. I can celebrate the fact that I am more active on this blog, but I'm not. This was a goal setting fail. Must do better next time.
Thursday, February 4, 2016
I can't seem to concentrate long enough to write anything this evening. So I asked my oldest child to pick a writing prompt for me to write about. During Christmastime, I had purchased a book of writing prompts because I wanted to sharpen my writing and try to write something everyday...I have only written in it twice. At any rate, here is the writing prompt Miss E selected for me: Do you like horror stories? What is the best one you have ever heard? I do not go out of my way to read horror stories, but I would read a horror story before I'd ever go to the movie theater and see a horror film. I don't like such books and films because they take me to a place I don't like going. I believe the last horror story I read was probably an R.L. Stine book when I was in high school. I can't say this is the best I've ever heard, but the horror story that sticks out in my head is the story about the girl with the yellow ribbon around her neck. I was in elementary school when I first heard the story; it bothered me to no end after I heard it. Now that I am much older, I can handle it much better, but I'd rather leave the horror stories for people with better stomachs and minds to handle such tales. I may have to sleep with a light on tonight...
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Yes, there was life before Facebook. It's hard to imagine, but there was a time when people did not post their random thoughts, selfies, and meals for everyone to see. Before Facebook, I was less concerned with the happenings of acquaintances, friend,s and family. I first learned about FB when I was in college. A friend of mine from high school would ask me regularly if I was on FB; at the time, it was only available to college students and even then only certain colleges and mine was not one of them. But, as soon as it was, I joined. It's hard for me to believe I have been on FB for over 10 years now. I don't know when I went from an occasional user to someone who checks her FB page several times a day. For the most part, I have enjoyed the evolution of the website as well as my own evolution of usage. Lately, I have enjoyed that FB shares memories. It has been interesting to see who I knew, what I was doing and what I was thinking all those years ago. I have shared a lot of random thoughts, quotes, and life happenings on Facebook. It will be interesting to see how FB will be 10 years from now.
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
I am working on a reflection piece about my fathers and my family. Six years ago today, I spoke to my father for the first time. Speaking to him on the phone helped me to take the all-important step of moving on from the anger and frustration I felt of not knowing who or what my father was about and the constant anger, hurt, and sadness I felt knowing my biological mother wanted nothing to do with me. I am by no means completely unscathed by what happened, but meeting him and talking to him and including him in significant parts of my life helped me to really know my place in my family. More to come!
Monday, February 1, 2016
This month I am going to write everyday. If I am serious about this whole writing thing, then I need to set aside the time to write and to work on my craft. Time is something I haven't felt I have had a lot of in recent months, but I've got to make the effort and find the time. I know some of my pieces will be long and others, such as this, will be quite short because of time constraints and Writer's Block. I am convinced that most of my Writer's Block stems from the over-analyzing I do about everything. Confidence and my desire to not ruffle any feathers keeps me extremely cautious. I don't know when I started being guarded in my writing, but it is a hindrance that has kept me from opening up. At any rate, all I know is right now I want to complete my goal of writing everyday and using this blog to help me keep track of my work.
Tuesday, January 19, 2016
When I was a child, I dreamed of being a writer, lawyer, and a reporter. I started writing stories when I was seven years old. I had a knack for storytelling;I was asked to write a speech for my 5th grade graduation and I won an award for my D.A.R.E essay (also in the 5th grade). I slowed down a bit on my writing in middle school, but picked it up in high school. I excelled in my English classes, especially when it came to creating stories. I was still interested in being a reporter, so it seemed like a natural progression that I would write for my high school newspaper, become co-editor and carry my love for writing and storytelling into college. By the time I got to college, I had not given another thought to becoming a lawyer, but becoming a writer and a reporter were still pretty high on my list. I wrote a lot in college. I wrote the required research papers and essays and I wrote stories too. I wrote a couple of articles for my journalism classes and I believe one of my articles was published, but truth be told, my heart wasn't in it. I listened to others when they said that becoming an author wouldn't pay the bills. I set aside my dreams of being writing books for a living and focused on being a reporter instead. It was still a career in writing after all and that was good enough. Fast forward ten years: I have graduated college, wrote for a local paper for two years and then became a teacher. I still write as a teacher, but it is not what I thought I would be writing (ex.lesson plans, tests, quizzes, writing prompts,projects, etc) nor is it the profession I'd ever given serious thought to pursuing. Interestingly though, when I was in college (perhaps my junior year) I had written a letter to myself asking my future self what career path I would follow and teaching was one of the careers I had listed. Nevertheless, as I look back on the decisions I've made, I've deferred my dream of becoming a writer. There's no getting around that. So now what? What happens to a dream deferred? What has happened to my dream, my love for writing and telling stories? I love writing too much to ever be completely done with it. I have several stories that are in various stages of completion; they are the glimmers of hope that keep me inspired to write. No matter what is going on in my life, I always go back to writing. Writing gives me peace, and an escape from my regular life. Lately, my desire to write is stronger than it has ever been and I want to capitalize on that. I hope to use this blog as a way of reconnecting with my writing and connecting to others who write. How far can this love for words take me?