BookBlogWriMo: Today’s challenge is favorite childhood books. I had a favorite but I can’t remember the name. I can recall it was about a boy going to the dentist or doctor and there was a mirroring story line on the bottom of the pages about a little bunny going to the dentist. It was called something like Johnny does to the dentist. It wasn’t famous or beautifully written but for some reason I love the dueling stories.
Another book that brings a lot of emotion back to me when I reminisce is Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak. I could relate to the little boy in it. When he was punished and sent to his room, he didn’t deem it fair and imagined he could run away. I felt the same way when I was little. In fact when they turned it into a movie a few years ago I cried when I saw the trailer. That’s right, I cried.
When I was little I would search for evidence that I was a space alien from some far away planet and not really my parent’s child. Not that my parents were horrible people, but I think I suffered from some depression as a child and didn’t know how to handle it. It’s not normal to suffer from insomnia in elementary school and cry at your own birthday party because you feel so alone. This book helped me realize that perhaps other kids felt that way too.
It’s also helped me as a mother. I remember quite well feeling that way as a kid, so when my three year old throws a tantrum for what appears to be no reason I stop what I am doing and ask if he needs a hug. I sooth him and tell him I love his hugs. Once he has calmed down I try to talk about feeling angry and it’s okay to feel that way. Because I remember wanting that when I was little but rarely got it. My parents reacted like most parents, punishing me (sending me to my room for a time out) or something along that line. Children get frustrated the same as adults, but they are too young to understand why or to verbalize their wants and needs. My three year old has a verbal delay so it’s especially hard for him sometimes. This book, as odd as it may seem, has helped me remember what I needed as a child so that I can give it to my little boy.
NaNoWriMo: No writing got done yesterday. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. Took my youngest to my parents for lunch. They live an hour and a half in the country, so I got to see a lot of nice rolling hills and beautiful foliage, but not much of my computer. By the time everyone was home and the boys were in bed last night, my mind was mush. I tried typing but every other word I misspelled and I realized it was time for bed.
Today is my ‘day-off’ meaning both boys are in daycare so (woohoo!) I have the day to write. It is in my contract as a child care giver, cook, maid and errand-girl that I would get one day off a week. And by contract I mean I promised not to walk out on my husband due to a mental breakdown.
I am hoping to finish my novella and finish plotting out my book. Yes, I still have not finished plotting out my book. I have most of it done, that’s why I could easily write the first chapter the other day. But, most of the scenes aren’t sketched out, just the major plot points (or the skeleton of the story).
Hopefully, after today I will write my book like a mad woman. I fantasize I get a lucky break and my kids take extra-long naps over the course of the week and I get the book done in two weeks’ time! Of course that is a fantasy, so it will never happen.