There are too many external worries going on for me right now. Fortunately for me, I have my writing. When I write, I can go with my characters for a little while and the worries disappear. This world has enough worries and I think that is why people tend to read or watch television, or even go to the movies. Maybe too much. They can snuggle down in their comfortable chair or on their couch, and if you're a girl or a lady, I'd almost bet you have a warm blanket, no matter the time of year, to snuggle under as you read or watch in comfort, the words or the visual pictures allowing you to escape from everything stressful that is causing you to pull your hair out.
We might think that through these mediums we are able to experience great heights or lows, adventures or fantasies that could never take place in the real world. Even if to us it would be the coolest thing ever. How many kids wish they could do the things that Harry Potter and his friends are capable of? How many of you when you were younger wished you could wiggle your nose and make your bed, or sleep til the last minute and snap clean clothes on and arrive at your destination at a blink?
I myself have wished certain books could have been my life. Or that I was blessed with certain powers to clean my room. Now I am older and realize the impossibilities of this. Despite knowing this, there is a part of me that thinks being a dragon shape shifter or its rider would be exhilarating. Shall we say, "Pull our head out of the clouds." So even if we do, "pull our head out of the clouds," there are things we can do to enrich our lives, many that will take energy and desire to go out there and implement the ideas that come to us. Unfortunately, most of us lack the desire and determination to go and do. Especially those of us that seem to burn the candle at both ends.
My enrichment, besides my kids, has been my book. And, I hope I will continue to have the desire and determination to promote and push it until it is successful. And in the meantime, I hope my brain continues to desire to release my ideas to the computer so they will quit running around in my head. I'm glad to say my first book no longer does that. But until it was complete, my story made havoc until it was fully written.
So if you want to read, (shameful plug) read my first book in the Chasing Dragon's Saga, and then go out and make life full and fun. Read, watch television, or go see a movie, but all in healthy amounts. Don't let life pass by without the fullness and enrichment of living it. And when you're eighty, you can say "I did that." Or if you die before your time, others can never say, "He never..." No matter how my book does, I and others will always be able to say I did it, or at least I tried to.
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Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
"Good Lands"
As my Ma used to say, "Good lands." And really that's all that is needed to say as I look back over the summer and think how it flew by. She used to tell me that the older you get, the faster time will speed by, and she was right. It does seem only yesterday that my kids came home from the last day of school. And now, today, all four are enjoying the new experiences of the first day of their next year of school. I am actually excited about it myself. I have missed the stories of their experiences with their friends and their world outside our own. Especially my fourteen year old daughter. She usually has us laughing at herself or her friends with the things that happen to them. I can only imagine how many more she will have as a freshman in high school.
I love the beginning of school. It is like a new year to me. While summer, with its swimming, gardening, running around in shorts and flip flops slowly come to an end, the beginning of football, new shows and warm sweaters and boots sprout the start of fall. And I know that soon I will be buying Halloween costumes for at least four. If my fourteen year old daughter gets her monster or dinosaur costume she is wanting, I might have to get one for her older brother. They are both in their own club: "Team Alpha Wolf Squadron."
I enjoy each new day with them, knowing as they grow older, so do I. I don't mind so much. I'm not big on the wrinkles that are slowly making themselves known around my eyes, but I am a huge fan of the 'wisdom' that I am accumulating. I wish we could have had that wisdom when we were younger, but then how else are we to grow if we aren't 'stupid' at some point of our lives.
I am a writer now. I think it was always there in the recesses of my mind, waiting to be let out. But my children, being younger, needed me more than my stories did. Now it is their turn. Besides my older son and daughter, I also have a younger son and daughter, ages 11 and 8, but they know what I do and also know that at any point I will stop and take care of what they need. It is because of them that many days I do not write, but it is also for them, and myself, that I do. And one day I hope to have all my books on a shelf and they can each proudly point them out to their own children and say, "Your grandmother, or your great grandmother wrote these." And by the time I am old and with grandchildren, I am sure I will say as my Ma did, "Good lands," knowing that time sped by way to fast.
I love the beginning of school. It is like a new year to me. While summer, with its swimming, gardening, running around in shorts and flip flops slowly come to an end, the beginning of football, new shows and warm sweaters and boots sprout the start of fall. And I know that soon I will be buying Halloween costumes for at least four. If my fourteen year old daughter gets her monster or dinosaur costume she is wanting, I might have to get one for her older brother. They are both in their own club: "Team Alpha Wolf Squadron."
I enjoy each new day with them, knowing as they grow older, so do I. I don't mind so much. I'm not big on the wrinkles that are slowly making themselves known around my eyes, but I am a huge fan of the 'wisdom' that I am accumulating. I wish we could have had that wisdom when we were younger, but then how else are we to grow if we aren't 'stupid' at some point of our lives.
I am a writer now. I think it was always there in the recesses of my mind, waiting to be let out. But my children, being younger, needed me more than my stories did. Now it is their turn. Besides my older son and daughter, I also have a younger son and daughter, ages 11 and 8, but they know what I do and also know that at any point I will stop and take care of what they need. It is because of them that many days I do not write, but it is also for them, and myself, that I do. And one day I hope to have all my books on a shelf and they can each proudly point them out to their own children and say, "Your grandmother, or your great grandmother wrote these." And by the time I am old and with grandchildren, I am sure I will say as my Ma did, "Good lands," knowing that time sped by way to fast.
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