A month or so ago I resumed to write my story about Brian and Carly. I take some time at lunch at type a few lines. Sometimes I am able to write a few words before bed. However, today I was surprised at the turn of events in this book. I was so surprised I made my class suffer through me telling them about the surprise.
As you know from posts a year and a half ago that Brian asked Carly to marry him. Though 18 months have passed Brian and Carly's relationship is still very new. Brian has already met Carly's family and they have traveled to Brian's hometown so Carly can meet Brian's family.
Carly woke Brian up for a morning run. This is something they do often. While running, Carly was unusually quiet. Carly then discusses that something doesn't feel right. Brian is thinking that Carly is having second thoughts about getting married. As I am putting this on paper my heart is pounding anticipating why Carly is feeling this way. I was so nervous. I had to know why Carly was feeling they way she was. As I typed the last line before my students came in I finally learned the reason for Carly's hesitation.
Now, if I'm the author of the story shouldn't I know the what's and why's? The surprise came in the fact that I was anxious to know because I didn't know; like I had to keep reading. In this case keep writing. It was a pretty cool feeling. I hope to have it again and more than once.
Thanks for letting me share,
OLD Man
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Battles of Weary Soul
I have spent the better part of the last several months fighting battles that occur in the recesses of my mind. However, those recesses of my mind have been found very much in the forefront of my mind.
I will tell you that that up to this point the battles have been bloody (not literally); and that I have lost a vast majority of them.
Because of the topics over which these battles are fought are personal, I am unable to share them. But as I ramble I hope you understand.
More than once at teacher meetings last week I found myself wanting to sneak out and hide in my room. I was afraid that of what may happen if I had to deal with them publicly. They were addressing a few of the topics over which this war was taking place. I didn't leave and stuck with it without too much damage being done.
Reminders of these battles seem to be just about everywhere. It's kinda like, trying to get away from yourself when you get on your own nerves. Think about it; you can't even get away from yourself when you sleep. However, I am reminded that a good movie will help you escape for a little while. Just know that your may find your troubles sitting outside the theater doors.
I will share that I am very blessed. I work a job that I like. Jen is very supportive and extremely patient with me. My children have been fun to watch grow up. Lindsey is now in college and seems to be enjoying the opportunity to spread her wings.
Ashley is fun to listen to when she is playing the organ in church. I was very excited when Bishop Kitchen suggested the idea. She plays the prelude and postlude music in Sacrament Meeting.
Nathan is one big boy. He's a lot stronger at 14 than I ever was at that age. I like to see his tender heart and would like to see it more often.
Maggey is looking just like Lindsey. I think she is taller than Lindsey. Her classroom is clear across the school and that will mean less hugs from her at school.
Abbey is a smart kid. I like to hear her talk about school. It's a lot of fun when she spouts out some fact and Maggey says, "Where did you learn that?" and Abbey's reply is, "In class."
I think I'll be all right. There's probably not any other option, is there? Than to be all right?
May God grant you the righteous desires of your heart. I am grateful to you for reading and letting my soul find some resemblance of peace in you, if only for a short time.
To you with as much love as I can give,
OLD Man
I will tell you that that up to this point the battles have been bloody (not literally); and that I have lost a vast majority of them.
Because of the topics over which these battles are fought are personal, I am unable to share them. But as I ramble I hope you understand.
More than once at teacher meetings last week I found myself wanting to sneak out and hide in my room. I was afraid that of what may happen if I had to deal with them publicly. They were addressing a few of the topics over which this war was taking place. I didn't leave and stuck with it without too much damage being done.
Reminders of these battles seem to be just about everywhere. It's kinda like, trying to get away from yourself when you get on your own nerves. Think about it; you can't even get away from yourself when you sleep. However, I am reminded that a good movie will help you escape for a little while. Just know that your may find your troubles sitting outside the theater doors.
I will share that I am very blessed. I work a job that I like. Jen is very supportive and extremely patient with me. My children have been fun to watch grow up. Lindsey is now in college and seems to be enjoying the opportunity to spread her wings.
Ashley is fun to listen to when she is playing the organ in church. I was very excited when Bishop Kitchen suggested the idea. She plays the prelude and postlude music in Sacrament Meeting.
Nathan is one big boy. He's a lot stronger at 14 than I ever was at that age. I like to see his tender heart and would like to see it more often.
Maggey is looking just like Lindsey. I think she is taller than Lindsey. Her classroom is clear across the school and that will mean less hugs from her at school.
Abbey is a smart kid. I like to hear her talk about school. It's a lot of fun when she spouts out some fact and Maggey says, "Where did you learn that?" and Abbey's reply is, "In class."
I think I'll be all right. There's probably not any other option, is there? Than to be all right?
May God grant you the righteous desires of your heart. I am grateful to you for reading and letting my soul find some resemblance of peace in you, if only for a short time.
To you with as much love as I can give,
OLD Man
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