Moving Home (So to Speak)

Hello, Good Friends,

 

This is just a quick post to let you all know that I’ve decided to transfer my blog elsewhere.

 

I’ve thoroughly enjoyed working on this blog, "Keep Homeschool Fun" at homeschoolblogger, which has been ongoing for about a year and a half. I’ve made some fantastic friends, who I intend to keep coming to visit here on their blogs. But the reason I want to change is that I find it will be far easier for me to share photos at my new address. And for a long time, I’ve wished to be able to share glimpses of my home in Australia with my blogging friends. I think it’ll be a good move.

 

Meanwhile, I haven’t decided whether to close this blog completely or to try dual posting, minus some of the photos. I’ll decide soon. Meanwhile, please visit me at my new home, which is:-

 

www.appleleafblog.blogspot.com

 

Blessings to everyone who’s shared parts of their lives with me here,

Paula

Harnessing the Imagination Part 3

Treat your imagination with kindness

 

It’s a bit like a shy kid who won’t come out if he thinks he’s being criticised. And we’re often so rough on ourselves, telling ourselves that our writing is rubbish and that we’re not happy with it. Your subconscious mind believes every word so tell it, so be careful what you think! I think writing is probably one of those activities in which we never feel we’re perfect. Sometimes we think it’s absolutely shocking, but we must get into the habit of respecting our brain’s sensitive Creative Chamber. In those low phases, we could tell ourselves, "It’s all come out OK before and I’m sure it will this time, too." Trust yourself. And don’t wait for 100% acceptance of your writing in your own head because it’ll never come.

 

I was quite encouraged by this quote from Philip Yancey on the subject of creative writing.

"For three hours I strained to develop three dimensional characters and purge cliches from their dialogue. A raw beginner at fiction, I was getting a terrific headache from the effort. Naturally, I used the excuse to stop writing and walk across to a coffee shop. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that all the people in the coffee shop were two dimensional characters who talked in cliche! None seemed nearly as interesting to me as the people who populated my story. I fled back to the security of the false reality awaiting me in my basement office."

 

Don’t look at the entire picture.

 

Imagination is also a bit like an artistic soul who hates huge commitments. Although it is a huge commitment to work on a big project, I’ve fooled my imagination into thinking that I’m only working on small, little bits, but just doing it often.

 

In other words, when I’m working on my novels I break it down into small chunks, working scene by scene, chapter by chapter. I pour my energy into one scene at a time. This is the easiest attitude I’ve learned to have while writing novels, because in the past, I’ve become impatient, thinking, "This’ll be so long, it’ll take over a year and that’s if I work every day! I’ll never be through!"

 

What I do now is give myself a small weekly goal of getting through a particular scene or chapter and forget about the big picture. For example, on a Monday morning, I might decide, "By Friday night I’ll finish the part where P. walks into the cafeteria and finds C. sitting there with E." Then by Friday night, that four page episode within a chapter will be finished, and I’ll be happy because I’ve done what I intended to do. Working in chunks has helped me to feel as if I’m always achieving something and I don’t have that, "I still haven’t finished" frustration eating me at the end of each week. The imagination hates to feel swamped.

 

And I’ve had to learn not to be in too big a hurry to finish. I absolutely love my characters. They become like best friends and I always love to have feedback from readers about their actions. Sometimes it’s frustrating when I have to wait so long for that to be forthcoming. But I need to remind myself that I should be enjoying the process. It’s supposed to take awhile, and gives me all the time to enjoy them.

 

I’ll have another installment on Harnessing the Imagination before too long.

Blogs that Rock

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was honoured to chosen as a "Rockin’ Girl Blogger" by my friend Cristina, aka Juggling Paynes.

As part of that honour, I’m to choose 5 other ladies whose blogs rock to do the same. Hmm, there are so many blogs I thoroughly enjoy but I’ll limit myself to five. Please excuse me, ladies, if you’ve already been chosen by others, but consider it as reinforcement that your blog really rocks.

 

1) Callmekate    My friend Kate’s blog is always a pleasure to visit because every entry she makes is a work of art in itself, full of thought-provoking wisdom, not just on the subject of homeschooling but nurturing self, family and general living.

 

2) Coffee Mum  Kathleen’s blog is a must-visit, but I warn you now, make sure you have plenty of time at your disposal! As well as reading all about the fun activities in lives of Kathleen and her family, there are often fun quizs, activities and challenges to do. And I often learn such interesting nuggets of trivia.

 

3) Comfy Denim  Always well worth catching up with for a glimpse into the life of a self-professed easily amsued, sanguine mother with four gorgeous children ranging in age from 8 to 1 (I think that’s right!) Her humour and witty insight about the noble task of mothering is guaranteed to brighten your own day.

 

4) Author Donna   A treasure of a blog I’ve re-discovered full of wisdom, Bible study and thoughts about writing and creativity; all things that I love to glean other peoples’ brains about. And Donna is an experienced author whose children, now grown, were homeschooled. Her insights are very valuable.

 

5) LadyPoet33  It’s my day to honour the creative spirit. These are the very interesting thoughts and experiences of another lady who writes and homeschools with a variety of other interests including history, education, nature study and the fine arts.

 

One of our local supermarkets sells classic novels at a very cheap price. I’d bought "Heidi" by Johanna Spyri to read aloud to my 8yo daughter, but when I got it home and opened it, I was in for a shock disappointment. The story turns out to have been "adapted" for modern readers. In my opinion, this means that it’s been slashed, shortened and stripped of its character. I went to our local library where I know they have the original "Heidi" and borrowed that one instead. Since then, I’ve been reading the 1880 version to Emma and glancing through the modern retelling to compare the differences between the two.

 

To start with, many of the wonderful descriptive passages of the Swiss Alps have been taken out. I wonder how Johanna Spyri would feel if she knew what’d been done. She had lots of very lovely parts of the story which dealt with Heidi being taught about God and His love for her and the way in which prayers are answered. For example, in Chapter 11, her friend Clara’s grandmother explains, "If we go on praying earnestly and and never run away or lose faith, our prayers will be answered. You see Heidi, what you asked for was not good for you just at this moment. God has certainly heard you. He can hear everyone at the same time because He is God and not a human being like you or me…. You see, when someone behaves like you so that God never hears his voice among those who pray, He lets him go his own way. And when he gets into trouble and then complains, "There is no one to help me!" God says, "Why did you run away from me? I cannot help you when you run away!" And all of this totally complements the plot of the story. I love reading stories like this to the kids, which reinforce God’s love and care for them, but do you think the modern adaptation of "Heidi" has left any of this in the story? I think you’ve guessed it. Not one bit. Every mention of God has been deleted, leaving a "Don’t worry, everything’ll be OK," sort of wishy-washy theme.

 

I’m beginning to understand why we, as homeschooling families, need to turn to the Internet to order to search for the good and excellent books of our childhood. Bookstores no longer stock most of them. I’m going to order the "real" edition of "Heidi" along with its sequels, online. Emma has proven that she enjoys the original version and didn’t need to have it watered-down like that at all. Her friend was over to play yesterday, and I heard Emma mention the story. They were both having a glass of milk, and Emma told Hannah, "You ought to see the gross thing they used to do in the book we’re reading! The grandfather squeezes milk straight from the goats into a cup for the little girl to drink from!" And Hannah groans, "Ough, YUCK!"  I sit there smiling to myself. Nothing will ever convince me that the good old books, untouched by 21st century hands, are not superior.   

It’s been cold around here lately. Lots of indoor activities and I was back to our interesting booklet of "Thinker’s Keys". The exercise we chose this time is called "The Interpretation". You take the description of an unusual situation and then think of some different explanations for the existence of the situation. The example they give is this.

 

Your neighbour is making large circles in his backyard by pouring sump oil from a can.

 

And here are some sample explanations you could think up.

1.  He is a disguised alien and is sending cryptic messages to his friends in outer space.

2. He considers himself to be an alternative artist and will soon be rolling around in the grass, attempting to create an environmental masterpiece.

3. He has had a fixation for circles since his childhood, and later will be seen dancing around the circles in the light of the full moon.

 

As you can see, these are a stretch of the grey matter for children and adults alike. I sat there with the kids while we tried to make up possible explanations for all sorts of wild scenarios. We can invent some of our own when we exhaust those in the book, but for now, we have enough to keep us going for a long time. A few that we tackled are,

Give three possible explanations for:  All the oceans have turned orange.

Give three possible explanations for:  The Prime Minister is standing on top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge holding a meat pie in one hand and a boomerang in the other.

 

We had all sorts of fun with that second one. One of Emma’s suggestions was, "He is trying to show that a pie is more yummy than a boomerang."

 

Logan wrote, "George Bush and Tony Blair came for a sleep-over. While they were playing "Castles, Cowboys & Kangaroos" he was defending his territory and eating dinner at the same time.

 

As I played along, here’s one of my suggestions. "A worldwide publicity campaign has been started in which every world leader must stand in a prominent spot bearing some of their national icons to be photographed. John Howard chose the boomerang because it’s light and brought his lunch up to eat with him."

 

We also came up with, "Huge monsters have invaded Australia and everyone has to run for cover as fast as they can. John Howard has bagged the highest spot in Sydney over water for himself, hoping the monsters can’t swim. He’s taken the boomerang in case he needs to defend himself and the pie in case he needs to deviate a monster’s attention by feeding it."

 

And "The pressure of being Prime Minister has gone to his head and he’s threatening to commit suicide by leaping off. He’s going to belt himself over the head with the boomerang if anyone approaches to talk sense into him, and use the meat pie to fling into the person’s face."

 

Apart from being silly with these, we celebrated Andrew’s 39th birthday by taking the whole family out to tea at Fasta Pasta, where we enjoyed a nice hot tea and some luscious desserts. Mars Bar cheesecake and Mint Slice mousse that just melted in our mouths. It was a Friday night and we finished off with a drive through the city lights in the warm car. I love doing relaxing, out-of-the-ordinary things every so often.

 

Last night I borrowed "The Pursuit of Happyness" from Blockbuster and watched it. I love Will Smith’s acting and this was certainly a tear-jerker. It made me feel very heavy-hearted for salesmen and homeless people. I think it’s the sort of movie that can help us appreciate our own blessings. Of course the ending was satisfactory, although after all their hardships, I would have liked to have seen him and and his little son enjoy a bit more of the good life before the movie ended.

 

Meanwhile, I’m steadily reading through the pile of books I"ve acquired from both the writer’s and homeschooler’s conferences, one of my favourite things. So winter has passed quite comfortably so far.

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