…since I last left any kind thoughts on this page. My primary maelstrom keeping me at bay on pages like this was my beginning to put in a great deal of time on other projects. So, I’m now thinking about voicing things about my current endeavors in life.
Close to a year and a half ago, a new writing idea surfaced. Fortunately, that idea has caught the attention of several personal friends. One of the more important of those people doesn’t really qualify as a friend, though! She is my adult daughter. It took Jordan’s, then current boyfriend, reading the first rough draft of the introduction to catch her attention. Yet, she properly refused to read that short piece.
Why? Well, as Germán, her boyfriend, told her, “Your dad ends this introduction in a way I had no idea was coming.” My intent was exactly that. Germán also told her of how I used what seemed at the start a merely a common bedroom love scene ending dramatically out of keep.
It took just a fraction over the year since then before Jordan actually read that introduction. Her knowing about my background prepared her for what those few pages laid before her. Exactly as I was expecting, my 26-year-old daughter had no trouble reading what her father wrote about. Already knowing the layout of that short piece coupled with knowing her dad’s psychiatric emergency experience she discovered it easier to read than first expected.
Now don’t think that she came away from reading through just nine pages elated. No! I knew well my little girl, like the grade school teachers I knew decades ago, would slap my knuckles with a ruler! She did.
Expecting exactly that from my little girl made the whole adventure delightful. Her attempting to beat a true writers sense into me is perhaps useless but nonetheless worth her effort. I have no experience at writing in any fashion other than third person past tense frameworks out of my professional background. On the other hand, I do have a small sampling of real-life experience in dealing with things marginally uncommon to most people. Out of this comes a close to delightful need to pick up where I left off with the personal contracts. Knowing such things in group therapy, couple and family therapy, domestic violence groups and being out with a few SWAT teams does enable me to engage in conflict.
So now here I am, a guy pretending to write has a kind of background giving me a passion for looking at things decidedly different than most. But, I was worse back then poorly creating sentences in the eyes of my grade school through high school teachers. Honestly, I have to agree with them. But, the ideas flowing through me may well be something I can accomplish over time.
Now, let’s see what I can accomplish by doing a little displaying of my efforts.