Do you remember toys? Toys were great. As a kid, it’s all you ever wanted. If you went shopping, you always checked out the toy section, just to take a glimpse. When it was your birthday, you tolerated getting clothes and socks, but you lived, absolutely lived, to see which toy you would unwrap next. Toys are friggin’ awesome. Sometimes I wish I never outgrew them. Sometimes.
They are a lot less awesome when lumped in a giant pile, though.
I had so many awesome toys: GI Joes, Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers and so much more. You’ll notice these are all action figures. I loved action figures. The only thing I loved more would be videogames, but that’s cheating. Among toys, action figures reigned supreme. You may notice, though, that my list is missing something, a very popular something. I didn’t mention Lego, and that’s not by accident.
I don’t like Lego. I’ve never liked Lego. In fact, I actively dislike Lego to this day. Continue reading →
I’m about as introverted as you can get. I’m quiet, I don’t speak up, I don’t ask questions. I let other people lead, and only if there is no choice do I rise to the occasion. I prefer to stay in the background, away from noise and activity and motion. Being around too many people can overwhelm me into complete submission. That’s why, should you ever see me, I’ll be with one or two people, or even more likely, alone.
I didn’t know this was part of my job description. I teach martial arts. You would expect that to mean, among other things, teaching. This I largely do. There’s also a large amount of cleaning, as a workout facility that brings in nearly 100 students a day can get dirty rather quick. In general, if I’m not teaching I’m cleaning, and if I’m not cleaning I’m teaching.
There’s also a few minor details, such as mentoring, answering parents’ questions, setting things up, lots of little things. I’ve done this most of my life, and most of it is instinctual at this point. Today, though, I did something completely new, something I’ve never done before.
I cleaned up a malfunctioning toilet.
It wasn’t this, but this image flashed in my mind more than once. Well, maybe not this exact image, but similar. More graphic. Much more graphic.
Young children are amazing. They possess unrivalled creativity. They can create ideas, games and scenarios out of thin air, instantly, with no effort. No adult virtuoso or genius can match the creative output of any average six-year-old.
More creativity here than in my entire blog.
I work with children, and I love talking with them. Today I had an unbelievable conversation by any standards, one that deserves to be immortalized in writing. This may or may not turn into a regular future, but here we go. Child’s play, part one: puppies, kitties and cheetahs. Continue reading →
Well, I have survived the first week of the National Novel Writing Month. I guess I should celebrate, as I’ve stuck to the plan and wrote several thousand words a day. To put that in perspective, I have almost written as much in the last seven days as I did through the entire month of June. Wow.
It doesn’t start like this, but maybe it should.
In many ways this is gone exactly as I have predicted it. The first day was tough, as I had not written fiction in several years. It took a long time and many false starts before I started finding my groove. A week later and I’m pretty much in the swing of it, though still not writing as naturally as I have in the past. I also accurately predicted that I would have less time during the week to write, simply because I work more. Write what you can during the week, make up the difference on the weekends, that’s the way things will work.
None of that is a surprise. Everything else, though, most definitely is. Continue reading →
Sleep is not my friend. We have a very strained relationship. As a general rule, I never fall asleep; I need to work for it. It has been this way my entire life. As a very young child I stopped taking naps in the afternoon. My parents tried, of course, but they said they could hear my babbling and playing virtually the entire time. I was a good kid, or at least not a destructive one, so my lack of napping was seen as a funny quirk and nothing more.
I’m going to assume this explains everything perfectly.
I remember attending daycare before kindergarten, so I must have been four or five at the time. We had a designated nap time. Everyone would lie down and have a nap. I did it, because I always listen to what I was supposed to do, but I never actually slept. I remember lying on my side, observing the darkened room, watching the caregivers walk around periodically and checking everyone. I rarely if ever fell asleep during this time. Not that I didn’t want to: falling asleep for an hour is far better than lying down quietly and not sleeping for an hour. I just couldn’t do it. Continue reading →