Monday, July 2, 2012

Ugh! Working on writing the next story in The Form Benders series is tough. It seems as if the further I go into the young hero's life, the more difficult it becomes to write...not because it's hard to write, on the contrary, it's really easy.

Even though the hard part for me is keeping the story going, or maybe I should say keeping myself going, it's loads of fun to do. Honestly, the words pop out on the page the moment that I sit down to write about Ripley and his cast of characters. It's just sitting down and actually doing it that can be the greatest challenge for me.

I love this story, the characters and everything that happens to them. But I'd also like it if the things I see in my head could be magically transferred to the page like some of Ripley's gifted friends are able to do. I agonize many hours in an effort to produce this labor of love that I am working on, knowing that it's all worth it by the end of the story. Of course, writing about this isn't getting the book done! =) So...I'm off to write The Form Benders, The Cat's Meow. See you on the flip side!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Late Night Whimsy

You know what I love about children? They say exactly what they think and mean. There's no subterfuge with a child. Our kids see so much that they never tell us about. What a gift they truly are. I have two sons that pretty much tell it like it is. They make me laugh, they make me cry, but most of all they make me aware of how amazing life is with them in it.

My youngest son astounds me. He's so very creative and talented, yet he cannot seem to find his place in this world. With ADHD, school isn't really an option. He hates the way the drugs make him feel, but they help him to focus. For some reason, he's chosen not to continue with his education. It truly makes me sad, because I had to go back to High School to finish it. It wasn't that I was stupid, or dense...I just had trouble understanding some of the subjects...Math, Science, History...all the left brain stuff. I was a right brain girl. I think my son sells himself short, and that makes me really sad. I would love to see the school systems take into account that most children with ADHD are actually quite brilliant--my son included.

Why is it that the things we don't understand, are the things that we toss into a pile called "stuff". It would be nice if our children could learn from us that just because someone doesn't fit as a square peg in a round hole, that they still have great value. I don't know why, but I was never able to instill this into my son. I wish I could do it all over again and support him and bolster him to the point where he learns to believe in himself.

I'm sure, I'm not the only one out there who wishes that things could be different for their child. As a mom, it saddens me immeasurably. I hope someday he will find his feet and realize that his heart and mind were always there for him.

Good night, all. See you soon.

Jan C.