Almost everyone can categorize their lives into a series of events. Big moments, and sometimes not so big, that shaped the destiny of the person in question. The sum of those moments in my life has led me to this day and time when I embark on yet another quest for growth and 
achievement. But, where did it all start? Well, I won't bore you with all of the mundane details, but a quick overview seems to be in order at the very least.
My early years were like most anyone else's... I was born. I played. I went to school. I fought with my sisters. I did what any other normal kid does.
I found out about the wonders of the imagination at a young age, and have been penning stories almost from the moment I first realized that those squiggly lines on paper actually meant something! At the tender age of eight I was already on my way to becoming the most prolific writer in my own corner of the universe. Creative writing was my absolute favorite subject in school, and while I had plenty of time for outside play and cavorting with my friends, it soon became the norm to see me toting my handy notebook wherever I went.
As I got a little older, I found my time divided between my three favorite pursuits: reading, watching television and writing. What kid didn't like a bit of television, huh? For me, it was more than just a bit. And, as I graduated from adolescent into the teenage years, my time was spent more and more with my three obsessions... I devoured novels (the library at my junior high actually gave me a scholarship to the bookstore of my high-school, I was that frequent of a visitor). I became the walking television program guide - had my favorites for each day of the week, and rarely missed anything. Ideas for stories of my own were sparking like mad and I had to filter through the minutiae to find the truly inspiring ideas that were worth following and discard the others. This is perhaps the time when my life's dream came to be born. I wanted to write! I loved television (and movies)! I was going to write the great American novel, bidding wars for the movie rights would ensue, everyone would be clamoring at me to write more! Write more!
Then, high school happened. How thrilled I was to find out that my town had a performing arts high school, and that I would be allowed to attend! I bussed an hour each way, but it meant that
I was able to study theatre for at least three hours a day, and I found a network of people that were just as creative and off-beat as I was myself. Suddenly, I could see myself as a star! My mother pointed out once that I seemed to just light up my freshman year. I had found people that were just like me! I found my niche. Turns out, I wasn't meant for the spotlight, but rather to run the show. The sense of satisfaction and self-worth I felt when working with props or lights, building sets or working the sound board, was so much more than the joy of being on stage. And, when I was given the opportunity to be in charge, Ooohhh boy! Assistant director and the director had to go out of town for a week! Holy Hannah! Can you say "walking on air"? This was truly where I was meant to be! It made sense really. Who better to direct my great American novel turned movie than... me?
I found myself suddenly spending more time with other people and less time in front of the TV. Looking back on that year, I was amazed when I was unable to pinpoint any specific show that I saw the entire year. I was getting out & doing things with my friends and I was having a blast. I was still writing, but now I had a network of people to sound off to, and they were quite accommodating with the praise and accolades. In spite of my ever-present teen-age insecurities, I was doing quite well!
Then, I met him. Oh be still my beating heart - I was in love! And so was he! He told me so! I believed him, and for a time, I think he may have actually been telling the truth. But, alas, this too shall pass... It was almost a year that we were together before he broke up with me. He left without any real reason given, but, not before he left a very special present.
I became a mom at the ripe old age of 16. Suddenly - priorities shifted. Life altering things were happening, and I couldn't continue down the road I was on. It took some doing. Many fits and starts. But, eventually, I found my groove as a mom.
My daughter and I grew up together and through her I learned so many of life's lessons. My dreams had not gone away, but my immediate concerns had changed. I was back to watching, reading and writing as I struggled to be a good mom and provide a somewhat stable home for my child.
Flash forward nineteen years and you now find me today - picking up on my dreams from years gone by. My time spent being caretaker and bread winner has been well spent and many positive things have come to be because of it. My child is a healthy, caring, thoughtful, charismatic person, and she is even now chasing dreams of her own. I have grown in ways unimaginable - physically, emotionally, spiritually - and more.
And then, one day, I asked myself "what am I going to do now?" The answer, quite simply, "anything I want!" After much in the way of hemming and hawing I finally realized that my dreams of writing for film and television had never truly left, but merely been slumbering for a time. My desire to write for a living is still strong, and now I find myself able to more actively pursue that goal. I've enrolled in college for the fourth time - yet this one managed to stick. I'm on the cusp of actually finishing my first semester! Weird to be a freshman at 35, but not completely unheard of in this day and age.
Today, as I begin my blog-journey, I think of the finals I should be studying for, the English essay that's due tomorrow, the theatre critique that's also due tomorrow - and the laundry that needs doing and groceries that need buying - and I realize - I need to get to it!
I've enjoyed rambling on to you, and I hope you have enjoyed reading. I look forward to meeting you here again soon at which time I will be happy to fill you in on more of my exciting life and times! Do please let me know what you think - and if you have a specific subject you'd care to discuss, let me know that as well! Until then, I will bid you adieu.
achievement. But, where did it all start? Well, I won't bore you with all of the mundane details, but a quick overview seems to be in order at the very least.My early years were like most anyone else's... I was born. I played. I went to school. I fought with my sisters. I did what any other normal kid does.
I found out about the wonders of the imagination at a young age, and have been penning stories almost from the moment I first realized that those squiggly lines on paper actually meant something! At the tender age of eight I was already on my way to becoming the most prolific writer in my own corner of the universe. Creative writing was my absolute favorite subject in school, and while I had plenty of time for outside play and cavorting with my friends, it soon became the norm to see me toting my handy notebook wherever I went.
As I got a little older, I found my time divided between my three favorite pursuits: reading, watching television and writing. What kid didn't like a bit of television, huh? For me, it was more than just a bit. And, as I graduated from adolescent into the teenage years, my time was spent more and more with my three obsessions... I devoured novels (the library at my junior high actually gave me a scholarship to the bookstore of my high-school, I was that frequent of a visitor). I became the walking television program guide - had my favorites for each day of the week, and rarely missed anything. Ideas for stories of my own were sparking like mad and I had to filter through the minutiae to find the truly inspiring ideas that were worth following and discard the others. This is perhaps the time when my life's dream came to be born. I wanted to write! I loved television (and movies)! I was going to write the great American novel, bidding wars for the movie rights would ensue, everyone would be clamoring at me to write more! Write more!
Then, high school happened. How thrilled I was to find out that my town had a performing arts high school, and that I would be allowed to attend! I bussed an hour each way, but it meant that
I was able to study theatre for at least three hours a day, and I found a network of people that were just as creative and off-beat as I was myself. Suddenly, I could see myself as a star! My mother pointed out once that I seemed to just light up my freshman year. I had found people that were just like me! I found my niche. Turns out, I wasn't meant for the spotlight, but rather to run the show. The sense of satisfaction and self-worth I felt when working with props or lights, building sets or working the sound board, was so much more than the joy of being on stage. And, when I was given the opportunity to be in charge, Ooohhh boy! Assistant director and the director had to go out of town for a week! Holy Hannah! Can you say "walking on air"? This was truly where I was meant to be! It made sense really. Who better to direct my great American novel turned movie than... me?I found myself suddenly spending more time with other people and less time in front of the TV. Looking back on that year, I was amazed when I was unable to pinpoint any specific show that I saw the entire year. I was getting out & doing things with my friends and I was having a blast. I was still writing, but now I had a network of people to sound off to, and they were quite accommodating with the praise and accolades. In spite of my ever-present teen-age insecurities, I was doing quite well!
Then, I met him. Oh be still my beating heart - I was in love! And so was he! He told me so! I believed him, and for a time, I think he may have actually been telling the truth. But, alas, this too shall pass... It was almost a year that we were together before he broke up with me. He left without any real reason given, but, not before he left a very special present.
I became a mom at the ripe old age of 16. Suddenly - priorities shifted. Life altering things were happening, and I couldn't continue down the road I was on. It took some doing. Many fits and starts. But, eventually, I found my groove as a mom.
My daughter and I grew up together and through her I learned so many of life's lessons. My dreams had not gone away, but my immediate concerns had changed. I was back to watching, reading and writing as I struggled to be a good mom and provide a somewhat stable home for my child.Flash forward nineteen years and you now find me today - picking up on my dreams from years gone by. My time spent being caretaker and bread winner has been well spent and many positive things have come to be because of it. My child is a healthy, caring, thoughtful, charismatic person, and she is even now chasing dreams of her own. I have grown in ways unimaginable - physically, emotionally, spiritually - and more.
And then, one day, I asked myself "what am I going to do now?" The answer, quite simply, "anything I want!" After much in the way of hemming and hawing I finally realized that my dreams of writing for film and television had never truly left, but merely been slumbering for a time. My desire to write for a living is still strong, and now I find myself able to more actively pursue that goal. I've enrolled in college for the fourth time - yet this one managed to stick. I'm on the cusp of actually finishing my first semester! Weird to be a freshman at 35, but not completely unheard of in this day and age.
Today, as I begin my blog-journey, I think of the finals I should be studying for, the English essay that's due tomorrow, the theatre critique that's also due tomorrow - and the laundry that needs doing and groceries that need buying - and I realize - I need to get to it!
I've enjoyed rambling on to you, and I hope you have enjoyed reading. I look forward to meeting you here again soon at which time I will be happy to fill you in on more of my exciting life and times! Do please let me know what you think - and if you have a specific subject you'd care to discuss, let me know that as well! Until then, I will bid you adieu.
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