I was sitting here at my computer wasting time instead of working on my books. A thought occurred to me, if it is work, why am I doing it. Then I remembered why if gives me pleasure. My mind wandered back to another time that also gives me pleasure.
The times I bathed, powdered, and snuggled with my children, before putting them to bed for the night. They got a warm bath with bubbles and toys. After bath-time they got powdered, and put in clean PJ’s, then covered with their warm bed-clothes. Then it was story time. I loved reading and used different voices to make it fun for them, and read until their little eyes closed and sleep claimed them. I don’t remember of making up stories, nor them asking for them.
When my Grandbaby came along, she was different, not better, just different. She loved to have me make up stories. Everything else was the same, except the making up of stories. I can’t remember any of the ones I made up, and probably she doesn’t, but she might remember me telling them.
A couple of my fondest memories was of Aurianna setting on my lap as I winning simple solitaire and when the cards started falling over the screen in uneven lines sayin, “Make it do it again, Gramma.”
Another fond memory was of her saying, “Gramma, make the car talk again.” I had a Chrysler that talked to me, saying things like, “A door is ajar.”
She is all grown up now, but writing is akin to telling her stories, of course some of the stories I tell now are for grown-ups, but I still love to tell children’s stories.
To see and read my stories you can go to Amazon.com and type my name Brenda Colbath in the search and they will all pop up. You decide if you want to read children, young adult, or adult and they are all there. There are 2 more on the way. I’ll let you know when they are available.