Seven Things My Granddaughter Taught Me

Last weekend, we spent some blissful days visiting my son, daughter-in-love, and our sweet granddaughter who is five months old.  Even at such a young age, she demonstrates a lot of wisdom.

Here are a few things I learned from her, some of which I plan to apply to my own life:

1. People are funny. Each time you notice that, squeal with delight.

2. Your smile can be gorgeous even if you have no teeth.

3. When you feel tired, rub your eyes a few times and let someone rock you.

4. When life gets boring on your back, roll over and look at it from your tummy.

5. If you do a Pilates V-sit and grab your toes, you can pull both socks off simultaneously.

6. Sometimes the best toys are just out of reach, but keep trying anyway.

7. Everyone adores you, and that’s just the way it should be.

 Blessings,

Sharon Hinck

A Little Prayer

 Dear Lord,

Surprise us throughout the day with new glimpses of You…

Even in the midst of the "not rightness" of life on this sin-sick planet,
let us laugh, and sing, and dance for the joy of being loved by You.

Amen.

Blessings,
Sharon Hinck

Something New

Happy New Year!

As I think about the coming year, and my writing goals, I've been thinking about adaptation and change.

I have visceral memories of writing one of my first stories in pencil on multi-lined paper in the second grade. In fourth grade I typed a story about a horse on an old manual typewriter using onionskin paper and a carbon to make a spare copy. Anyone else remember working with carbon paper?

I was thrilled to upgrade to an electric typewriter in eighth grade. But I also filled blank journals with dreams and musings using a ballpoint pen.

Computers and word processors revolutionized the work of writing, but required more adjustment. I've used a computer to write all my novels, and don't know how I would have managed revisions without one.

Yet I wonder if my writing voice changes with each medium.

One of my grad school professors believed that poetry should never be written on a computer or typewriter all. Poetry required a fountain pen and quality paper.

I continue to look for ways to adapt as a writer.

I'm writing this blog using my Christmas present: voice recognition software. Can I adapt?  I'm not sure. This brief blog has taken many minutes of grappling with the software's misunderstandings. Yet if I can adapt this may be another helpful step forward.

As I have practiced storytelling aloud, letting the software notate the words, I told my computer this was very Star Trek, and I was gratified to discover my computer recognized and knew how to spell, "Star Trek."

On the other hand, my earlier reference to onion skin  was typed as "masculine."

So I fear I have a long way to go.

How about you? Anyone else trying a new skill in the new year?

Blessings,

Sharon Hinck