by Sarah | Nov 26, 2010 | All About Me, Writing
A couple of weeks ago when I asked you to ask me questions – my father in law piped up on facebook to ask me to answer how I came to love writing.
The answer is rooted in a long ago memory and a love of books.
I rarely remember nightmares. Maybe for a day or two, but so few actually stick with me.
For all of my 30+ years, I remember my very first nightmare.
I was still in a crib when I had it. I think I was two and a half at most. I woke up screaming.
Because in my dream I had torn my favorite book. Bongo.
I still remember the nightmare. I still remember the horror I felt over seeing my favorite book shredded in my crib. I treasured that book.
My dad to this day jokes that I was reading the Reader’s Digest cover to cover when I was three. He wasn’t far off, and it was about that age that I stole my first set of Little House books from my brother’s bookshelf (why in heaven he had them, I have no idea).
Eventually in middle school I got to the teenage angsty poetry phase which morphed into a stunning enjoyment of my English classes and writing. I loved the challenge of taking an assignment and doing something outside of the box. Then a college Creative Writing Course and then nothing.
For quite a few years I didn’t write.
A few years ago I wrote a story just for fun. I got some encouragement and eventually turned into something almost sell-able. Almost, because I’m still learning.
But I’m loving learning. Writing. Creating. Watching my characters come alive on the page. For about six months out of the year writing is what I spend a lot of time on. Sometimes to my husband’s chagrin because I’m up until all hours being driven by my characters to tell their story.
It’s exciting.
Reading. Writing.
Finding other worlds to live in. The past, the future, an alternate universe. An escape from the normal of everyday. The sometimes good, sometimes bad, always REAL world we live in.
by Sarah | Nov 25, 2010 | All About Family, Holidays
I hope your plates are full, and your bellies fuller. Enjoy every moment with family and friends!!
Remember the good times, before they’re forgotten.
Embrace your family, for too soon today will become the past, a memory to laugh over. An old photograph that you’re trying to place. A forgotten memory surfacing amidst laughter and tears.
A letter, found in a hope chest. A photo album in the back of a closet. An old family movie dug out from long stored boxes.
Hold onto today. Savor each moment.
Be thankful for the now.
Before the now’s are gone.
by Sarah | Nov 24, 2010 | All About Family
I posted this last year. As tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I thought it was appropriate to post again.
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In the morning when you rise
I bless the sun, I bless the skies
I bless your lips, I bless your eyes
My blessing goes with you
In the nighttime when you sleep
Oh I bless you while a watch I keep
As you lie in slumber deep
My blessing goes with you
This is my prayer for you
There for you, ever true
Each, every day for you
In everything you do
And when you come to me
And hold me close to you
I bless you
And you bless me, too
When your weary heart is tired
If the world would leave you uninspired
When nothing more of love’s desired
My blessing goes with you
When the storms of life are strong
When you’re wounded, when you don’t belong
When you no longer hear my song
My blessing goes with you
This is my prayer for you
There for you, ever true
Each, every day for you
In everything you do
And when you come to me
And hold me close to you
I bless you
And you bless me, too
I bless you
And you bless me, too
~Celtic Woman – The Blessing
by Sarah | Nov 23, 2010 | All About Me
This is my vacation day from NaBlo. So this is my official post today. Will be back tomorrow.
by Sarah | Nov 22, 2010 | All About Family, All About Me
To this day there are times when my Mom says, “I wish I had let you see more how much we struggled.” Money-wise she says we struggled. Money was tight, times were hard.
We never saw it.
Our summers were spent at the beach at my Nana’s cottage. Swimming in Lake Erie, playing on our exceedingly large inner tube (I still miss bouncing on that thing). We spent weekends there in the winter, too. Walking across the thick ice, playing in feet of snow.
Our Christmas’s were always happy and our Christmas lists were filled.
Every holiday was filled with family. Thanksgiving our house was overflowing. Piles of coats on my parents’ bed. The kitchen so full of people my mom would say ‘never again’ every year…and every year we’d do it again. The long table filled with people, the kids table right next to it. Christmas at my aunts house, so full the heater wasn’t needed for all the bodies and good cheer in there.
Dinner was always on the table. I didn’t always like it, but there it was.
I had dance, the bro had hockey.
Life was good.
I always look back on my childhood with a smile.
Were there troubles? Sure. I remember them. I remember bad times too…
But the good times outweighed the bad.
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Written using MamaKat’s prompt #164 “What made your childhood bearable? Write about it.” My childhood was more than bearable…so there you have it 😀
A couple of weeks ago when I asked you to ask me questions – my father in law piped up on facebook to ask me to answer how I came to love writing.
