I guess I should start with a little background on myself. I am an over 40 mom, a 20 year special education teacher, as well as a daughter and a girlfriend. Although not necessarily in that order. I have two sons who alternately drive me crazy and make me extremely proud to be their mother. The oldest is almost 13 and in the 7th grade. He has a form Autism and has made parenting a challenge at times, but I wouldn't change him for the world. Ok, well maybe I would like him to be like other people with Autism who prefer things to be completely neat and organized. He prefers to live in a world with all of his things in piles around him. *sigh* I hate having to burrow through his piles to find him in the morning to wake him up. My youngest is almost 9 and he too has a mild form of Autism. He did, however, get the neat and organized part of the diagnosis. You leave a light on, he turns it off. You walk through a store and he re shelves and organizes the displays. I guess beggars can't be choosers. I begged for children and I got the ones that needed me, but some days I question the wisdom of the fates.
I've always had a little bit of a writer that wanted to get out of me but I could never figure out how to do it the right way. In high school and college I loved writing papers (if they were topics I enjoyed) and writing letters to friends and family. My idea of a letter was one I could send to everyone, you know, a form a letter. Alas, I couldn't just write a boring letter about how wonderful I am and all of the exciting things I do, because then I would be writing fiction instead of non-fiction. So each letter I wrote had a theme to it. One time I wrote one that was based on a soap opera, complete with commercials for feminine hygiene products. Another time I wrote completely in third person as if I had a narrator telling the story of my life. I thought my friends would hate them, they loved them and couldn't wait for the next installment. Then my 2nd year teaching I decided I wanted to write a novel. I had the basics figured out and started writing. I made the mistake of showing it to a librarian at the school where I worked, let's just say after that critique I gave up writing. So here I am now, attempting this whole blogging thing....
The Little Voice in my head is telling me I've rambled enough.
I've always had a little bit of a writer that wanted to get out of me but I could never figure out how to do it the right way. In high school and college I loved writing papers (if they were topics I enjoyed) and writing letters to friends and family. My idea of a letter was one I could send to everyone, you know, a form a letter. Alas, I couldn't just write a boring letter about how wonderful I am and all of the exciting things I do, because then I would be writing fiction instead of non-fiction. So each letter I wrote had a theme to it. One time I wrote one that was based on a soap opera, complete with commercials for feminine hygiene products. Another time I wrote completely in third person as if I had a narrator telling the story of my life. I thought my friends would hate them, they loved them and couldn't wait for the next installment. Then my 2nd year teaching I decided I wanted to write a novel. I had the basics figured out and started writing. I made the mistake of showing it to a librarian at the school where I worked, let's just say after that critique I gave up writing. So here I am now, attempting this whole blogging thing....
The Little Voice in my head is telling me I've rambled enough.
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