Writing for the passion of writing
Writing for the passion of writing
It is a pleasure for you to meet me!
I was born in Massachusetts outside Boston. Four years after my birth, he moved to another city, where he would spend the next 17 years of my life. I grew up there with a extended family of 13, 6 girls and 7 boys. My father was a good provider despite the fact he was an alcoholic, was one of those drunks who drank quietly of course, but always had a good novel on the list. I inherited a love of reading it. He sat and read paperback novels of 600 pages overnight. He read himself to sleep at night, a novel calm and balanced on his belly. What a great movie. The man had a genius level IQ, is one of the co-creators of the battery Duracell makes the pacemaker continues to save lives. What an act to follow, eh?
My mother, though she is no longer with us, I still based on a daily basis. Yeah! And though she was an alcoholic, she was one of a kind, a smile to dazzle. others always joke that if I was 13 children, I would also alcoholic! Especially the fact that she brought into this world six girls, well, that gave him a reason to be anointed in holiness and seven children who gave the girls a run for their money. My mother had this picture in black and white which looked like a movie star Dorothy Dandridge, and, though partial, I think it was more beautiful. She bore a resemblance to a black queen. Her name was Mary, well, Hail Mary!
As these parents of mine went to have 13 children and just to get a good perspective on the age and the duration of the pregnancy of my mother, who was a little something like this: a child born in 1952, a girl in 1953, a child in 1955, then a girl, myself, in 1956, a child in 1958, another child in 1959, a girl in 1960, another child in 1962, another child in 1963, and give your stomach a little rest, she had no children for seven years … do not ask because I do not know either! But anyway, was a girl In 1970, another girl, in 1971, a child in 1972, and last but not least, my sister, number 13 in 1974. Go! The End. That was exhausting just remember the dates of birth.
I've always wanted to write a book about my family, all near and far. I've always had this love for writing, and one of my English teachers told me I had talent for writing as the writer Alice Walker, because he writes of the family and family history, and I love doing that.
If I were only to write about my immediate family only, talked, and literally volumes because my family is very large. I remember when I was about, oh, about 8 or 9 years, I made a small pillow book, with illustrations. I can not remember what it was, but I guess in the life of my 10-year only took just that, a small pad, and speaks of the earlier volumes. So I looked in the back pages of 16 Magazine after reading about the Monkees and Paul Revere and the Raiders, and behold, I saw an ad on how to get your manuscript published. Well, I was a budding writer and immediately was sent he said in explaining that this was talented, but to wait a couple of years to submit another manuscript, as you probably have more material to write about or something on. I showed this to my family and visiting members of the West Coast, which quickly took delight in this, knowing that someday I would be among the elite scriptwriting, LA, hustling the many scripts and screenplays.
Although I would write the American novel (I bet you never heard that before), I like writing period, fiction was not my forte, I guess. I have never tried fiction, but to find a romance novel fascinating to be able to compile. To achieve the long latent feelings of lost love should be an impressive feat, "I amazing?
As for the race, I tried to study the law and found bored. With the exception of a few attorneys I found myself engrossed and without obligation, unless there is a large fee in question. I thought I could do as a paralegal one day because my mother had expressed interest in becoming a lawyer at once. After she died, I thought I feel proud to title posthumously to become a paralegal. So I studied some, became an alcoholic myself because I wanted my parents proud, (just kidding) tried to study a bit more, but the suicide of my younger brother knocked me off my feet. Nine years later, my mother, she died of cancer ordeal breast, and managed to slowly disintegrate before my eyes.
I drank some more, because at that moment I thought numbing the pain through alcohol was the only way was to stay healthy, though I was far from sane. And luck would have it, like a Kennedy curse, my younger sister contracted the dreaded HIV virus during pregnancy, and one month after delivery, moving, orphaning her daughter because the father was institutionalized, leaving the baby in the care of his paternal grandmother. Not only I have to deal with the death of my sister who was number 13 in the family, especially dad, small but had to deal with postpartum depression as Nicole and I was pregnant at the same time. I gave birth about 3 weeks before his death.
If you continue on and said there were three more deaths in my extended family, 2 brothers, one through an accidental overdose of heroin as he sat in a portable toilet in San Francisco, while the AIDS virus was consumed, and that four months Lyle before my brother was killed at the ripe age of 28 on his birthday, during a robbery in Boston, Massachusetts, would you believe it? And my father died eight months before cancer that Lyle and I could not cope with firm, by what followed medicate and numb myself. "To be impervious to yourself" I that often, and learned to follow my own code of numbness.
My interest in reading are not the usual sort of suspect an avid reader, he never I read Hemingway, Shakespeare, Browning, Yeats, Dickinson, etc., ad infinitum. Now do not misunderstand me. I plan to visit their readings soon. Do not ask me why, but may be able to shed some light on this.
I've always had a terrible childhood because my parents drinking and alcoholism, and his mother was Catholic, I heard about Jesus Christ and the cross. He read the Bible in the mother like a travel brochure, but also warned her of his travels with the evils and sin of drunkenness, and tried to devise a plan to put in the right direction. Therefore, practicing spiritual reading everything from day one. I have read the academic readings had to read Tom Sawyer and Huck … that was all fine and elegant. But I have developed to a very young age a taste for all things spiritual, ethereal, a strange child they called me, but wiser than my years. So I found books on Rev. Fulton J. Sheen and other Catholic peoples, because my mother loved the solemnity of the church that offers all its solemnity, incense and ritual, along with miracles and levels of holiness.
So in my last years, still read books about spiritual issues, the law of attraction, love and peace, Dali Lama, Wayne Dyer and all the beautiful people speak of comfort and peace I receive from the comfort and peace they teach. I do not think I had nobody loves me dearly as I love the English language. We are both in this together and we're a happy couple. If ever I meet the man of my dreams, well, that would be fine and good, like reading and writing have become a passionate love for me. I wake to the call and the lure of good writing. I am officially compelled to come to the literary world and to let them know I am. In a position not boastful or conceited, but an overwhelming desire to give back what they gave me the life.
So I say go to all the great American novelists of centuries past and present. I want to accompany you to the reading room of great adventure in which a As we embark on our trips in the literary sky. I want to be one of the angels exist. To meet and greet those who find it difficult not to write, and give them penance, allowing them to go on their way and re-write, rewrite and rewrite.
I get drunk and mesmerized by the words, and the more I get to complete a document Return of the novel or the great American, no matter that the more I get to feel an achievement that has never been achieved before. However, the publication of articles is an abbreviated version of literary ecstasy. I arrive at the formulation of miniature volumes knowledge daily, or weekly or even monthly, or of the passions I arrived at a time, and transmit to an audience that wants to hear from me again.
I just hope he can achieve a standing ovation in literary terms. I can only pray that people want to get back to me and hear my verbiage and over again, and pray that is not detailed. I want people to feel comforted by my words and made me feel they are with the family, comfortable and warm, and not likely to leave soon. Please feel free to leave, but when the coat is hanging in the closet, the hat is put on the table, the fireplace is burning, cocktails are flowing along the conversation of life, and things are fine, fine and dandy, I hope you choose to stay a while. Maybe you're not going anywhere, he soon decided to stay here as it is a very friendly and warm to be, or read or write, or simply exist.
I want my audience to be the universe. I want every one to come to my house and let the words feel a bit little better than it was before he came into my mind. The Wizard of Oz for me was one of those creations, where the first time you embark on this journey and colorful time unconsciousness, is caught unaware, however, a strange fascination at the same time. When the time comes for us all to return to Kansas, we are happy, but sad at the same time, to leave the sights, smells and sensations of the city of Oz was kind enough to give us. The Munchkins and witches are bad categories only writer, and soon, soon, very soon, have reached the Emerald City publisher and editor in the interior, which probably will take in hand, make touching the keys on the keyboard that well used, and to recognize that there really is no place like home. I've always known how to write, how to read, how to give pleasure through of my words is a pleasant pastime, and I turn into a career.
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About the Author
Just a single mom with two boys who loves to write.