Writing that novel, just do it! Part 1

Are you a closet poet, novelist or just love to write? Have you put your work out there? Well, why not, come on you know you want people to read it so why not just do it.

I've always been an avid reader, and was always writing something. Of course, no one knew because I kept everything in notebooks tucked away in a special place. What did that get me? Nothing because it was before everyone had access to a computer, handwritten in a paper notebook, and one day destroyed in a fire.

Now, I did warn you I've always been a little wacky so the fact one day I got a wild hair, packed up my kids and moved to Hawaii shouldn't come as a surprise. A friend offered to store my furniture and junk in her garage while I was off on my little adventure. You guessed it, her garage burned to the ground with all of my stuff still in there. Good-by to all my secret writing projects, but that didn't stop me from writing more. Once again, I created a little stash of secret notebooks hidden away on a shelf.

Fast forward to many years later, I not only have a computer, but also a beautiful granddaughter. One day I was telling her one of my homemade stories and my son started laughing because he remembered me telling him those stories when he was little. I had two sons of my own, but coming from a large family, we always had lots of little ones around. I'm sure if you have children of your own or just in the family, you know their attention span is really short. When I'd try to explain something to them, like not talking to strangers, or don't make fun of other kids, they'd catch about the first two words before tuning me out. You know the look they give you, like Mom I'd really like to just go play. My solution was to make up little stories about animals living at the Lily Pond and weaving it into a what you should or shouldn't do lesson. Granted many times they fell asleep, but most times they actually listened. Yes, I know they were listening because it often led to them asking questions. We would often have conversations about the animals and the results of their actions.

You do remember I said I also had a granddaughter calling me Nana, which means I'm a little older and beginning to suffer from CIFA syndrome (Chit I Forgot Again). At the encouragement (or should I say harassment) of my sisters, I began writing the stories on my computer and putting them onto a disk.

Are you interested to know what happened from there? Check back tomorrow for the next segment.