There I go again, my head so full of ideas that I cannot focus on just one. There are times when I feel I need to post for stats, or to promote myself, but really, I created this Blog more as a theraputic tool. And writing practice. For the hugely successful franchise of novels and children’s books, movies and spinoff TV series that will ensue when I am published. I hope you are laughing too!
No, seriously, I did (and do) want to write a book. I have many chapters of my memoirs written, and I participated in other writing websites where I submitted short stories and poems. I also have a very childish poem published in a huge tome of poetry that was published by a sort of pyramid scheme which preyed on people’s egos.
It was brilliant, really. Offer “would be” poets the chance to enter a poetry “contest”. when they send in the poem, tell them it is so good that it should be published, and it will be, as the prize for the contest. However, if the poor Sot is really proud of his work, wouldn’t he want it to be bound in leather? With gilt edges? And wouldn’t Sot want the volume to be dedicated on the front plate to his dear Mama?
Of course all of that costs more than just a newsletter, so is sot willing to pay, say, Fifty bucks for such an esteemed honor? To Be A Published Author? A Great Poet the likes of which has not been seen since Milton the Windbag? (sorry, such blasphemy!!)
Just think, Noble Sot, sir, how well this dolled-up, goldilocks, sissified 25 pound volume will look next to that (fictitious) Family Crest plaque we sold you last year!!
Why, the Family Tree of Sot will thank you in the centuries to come, so buy two Anthologies! Give one to your stuck up sister, and she can wipe her heiney with its gilt edged fine grade paper, while she seethes with jealousy! (is that jealousy? whew!)
Don’t worry, the Prestigious Firm of Mr. Udaft Ripoff and Sons, Booksellers, will be honored to accept your Money Order, or Gold Bullion. Good Luck and keep writing!
Wow, I really ran with scissors on that one, didn’t I? I still have that book somewhere, as do many other “sots”, I’m sure. It really does weigh about 10 pounds. and has the wordy title, “The Great American Poetry Anthology”, and it contains thousands of poems! Mine is not the absolute worst, because there are many equally bad!
It just goes to show how my ego has held me back with my personal success, throughout my life. I felt I was such an excellent visual artist that I did not need lessons. After all, I was born on the same day as Michaelangelo! ( really, kiko? really?)
I did not need to read any books on proper technique, or design. We geniuses have all the talent stored in our massive brains! When they put me into special classes at school because of my IQ, that meant I was so smart that I did not need to study, I could pass tests by glancing at the chapter the day before the tests were scheduled. So what if I got a C instead of 100 percent- the other kids all laughed at me if I got a perfect score. So I skated through the best learning years, usually smoking weed at the bus stop before classes.
I had wonderful GIFTS that I squandered, like all angst filled teens do, kids without stern guidance, a firm sense of direction, and tons of LOVE! And I think, in my experience that praise, as a tool to shape successful and contented children is CRUCIAL!! I would say to my long ago parents: Tell me and my brother that we are doing Well, that you are PROUD when we give our best, that you CARE enough to look us in the eye each day for minuted, if not hours.
You parents are working all those hours for your kids, right? So they have a “good” life? All the “things” you did not have?
STOP THINKING THAT WAY!!!
They want YOU to Acknowledge them, ACKNOWLEGE them EVERY DAY. Don’t pile on guilt, please try not to. Our kids are little sponges, and they soak up everything, not just the things we plan carefully to feed their minds. I could FEEL my parents money worries, and so can all kids. I sensed their sadness, and dissapointment with their lives and each other. And I and my brother KNEW it was our faults, and this is something ANY child will feel if they hear, “I am doing this for you. I am suffering for you kids. I am miserable and emotionally bankrupt and I hate the hand I have been dealt, and I hate your father, and I will die 20 years before my time from stress related disease, and this would not have happened if I had not had kids, because then I would have left him and been free to be happy, but I threw myself under a bus so that you could live, I DID THIS FOR YOU! IT IS YOUR FAULT!”
That is not the words you say, but that is the words the children HEAR. Deep in their psyche where it adheres and festers, until it turns into self hate and loathing. As a child I rebelled and hated all authority. I hated my father for hating me. How did I know he hated me? Because he could not see me, he never said he loved me. Never said he loved my mother, or my brother. Never looked at a report card, never pinned a drawing to the fridge. He drudged home after work and disappeared into himself.
Mother resented us kids, and we knew. Don’t you think your kids do? Do you deny any problems at all, and think that your kids magically KNOW that you love them? Even though you have no time for them and shoo them off to play, or pack them off to school or college. Are you sure they are content? I wish that parents would ask their kids if they are sad, or overwhelmed, or afraid, or feeling like the world will not be a good place when they grow up, so what is the use?
If we are scared and worried at the things we see outside our windows, how do the children feel?
Here is where the Bad seeps in, insidiously. An image, or something heard in a lunch room. Somewhere there are people who WILL pay attention, who will praise and train the young. They will be recognized and their so called friends will be proud of the tests they perform.
You know what I’m talking about. The Awful Sickness that wants to lie to our babies and turn them away from their families.
Jehovah must be our Rock in these matters. His son Jesus Christ is the perfect image of God, and he gathered the children to him, and loved them. His Father, Jehovah is the Creator who made kids so beautiful and cute and funny and curious. I believe that it is obvious Who Loves our Children, and it is Jehovah God. I hope that you will consider turning to the God of the Bible for help to keep the kids safe, and to let them know deep inside that they are loved, and that the future is VERY bright in Jehovah’s paradise, soon to come.
Goodnight, my friends.
PS. I chose this photo because it looks like such a peaceful home. I would raise my children here, and I imagine scenes like this everywhere in Paradise! See you and the kids there!!