Chicken Soup for the Writers Soul

While in my closet I the other day I came across some things from my childhood and most of it was things I had written.  I spent an hour laughing, screaming into a pillow, and contemplating starting a bonfire and getting rid of the evidence.     When I was ten years old I fancied myself a romance novelist and wrote a "book" called, Romance on Horse Hill . It was fifty pages long, half hand written and the other typed on my mom's typewriter.  The book was about two female horses named Dusty and Smokey ( that just happened to be the two horses my family owned at the time) finding love in a pasture of wild horses. I believe this book was inspired by the unrequited love affair I was having with the boy that sat beside my desk.  He  thought I was a lunatic which only made me poor my heart out even MORE! The book was a big hit with my sister and our friend Gail Kay, so naturally I followed up with a sequel, There Is A Heaven On Horse Hill.  Sadly one of the horses perished in a blizzard but there are some touching monologues and made for TV moments in that book!  Books weren't the only things I wrote.  I wrote poems about my anguish as a pre-teen and songs about love love love.  I even wrote two Will and Testaments!  Apparently I was dying and needed to make sure things like my keyboard and horse bridle had good homes to go to.  In my Will it appeared I was very wealthy.  I left twenty thousand dollars to each one of  my friends and over a hundred thousand to my grandparents who  needed it for retirement.  The second Will looked  the same except I was much richer and a few of my friends were cut out of the money. Not sure what happened there. 

Looking back I admit I was a touch dramatic but I was never bored and I was always using my imagination. I loved to write and along the way I lost the drive to record my thoughts and my dreams.  I am glad I am writing this blog even if my audience is small.  It is good for my soul and I feel something I haven't felt in along time.   I look at my son and only hope that he has the fun I had as a child.  I hope nothing abducts his ability to be imaginative!  I mostly wish that he has the confidence to always be and express himself however he chooses.

In the spirit of writing, my husband sent me a message today with an attached letter  to Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam from a Grade Eight teacher discussing how he uses the song 'Black' in teaching a poetry unit.  It is fascinating and if you are true Pearl Jam fan, then I encourage you to read it. Click on the side bar to access the letter.

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Check out three recipes my sister submitted on the side bar. If you want to send something you have hiding up your sleeve whether that be a craft or cranberry loaf, email me here at alicialasante@hotmail.com and I will share it.