We are working on some creative writing in our homeschool. Deacon is writing a story about Steve, a Minecraft character. He has perfected the art of writing short, choppy sentences in order to avoid commas. He gets his hatred of comma usage from his mom.
Roman is writing a series of chapters about his stuffed animals. For awhile "Big Yoda" was the bully, but that apparently was eerily similar to one of Deacon's stuffed animals, which led to a fistfight about D's stuffed animal being a bad guy. "Big Yoda" is now "Big Bunny" and the generic-ness of it has eased all tensions.
Roman is also writing a comic book.
This got me thinking again about blogging out about how Noah and I met, our dating years, our engagement and the beginning of our marriage. I would like to get the details down on paper before I grow old and senile and forgot them.
I have considered this as a possibility before, but have always rejected it. There are a couple of reasons. First of all, both sets of our parents read this blog. Now, I want the story to be an honest retelling of our lives, which obviously, our parents were a part of. I am a little leery of opening up a story that was viewed by so many, with many different perspectives. Also, from our early years the things that I remember are disjointed, odd things, and I do not always know the reasons they stick out in my mind. The longer I live the more I realize that the things that I remember and the way that I remember things and the way I drive myself are all very unique. You all may find my quite strange by the time I am done with the retelling.
So I am considering it yet again, and I just may write the story. Maybe it will keep me amused during these long, cold, never-ending days of winter. We'll see.