Writing a book has been a life long dream. I have written poetry for as long as I can remember but I have never tried writing a book until about eight years ago. The book was very cathartic in that I needed to tell the story. Unfortunately, I wrote every detail I could remember. I actually had a friend insist I include a couple of sentence about a discussion she had with me. It did not add anything to the book at all. I ultimately took it to a counselor friend of mine. She gave me the most honest critiques I have ever had. The book was way to technical.
When I decided to start writing again, this book is where I decided to start. Almost three months later I have a list of character names and about two pages written on the book. Not exactly where I wanted to be after three months. At this rate, I will never get the book written. Where do I go from here?
Another idea I had in mind was writing about living in a nursing home. The great thing there is that I still live in a nursing home. The feelings, concerns, story ideas are all around me. It reminds me of living in a zoo or, better yet, the nursing home version of “One Flew Over the Coo-Coo’s Nest.” Most of my “roommates” have various forms of Dementia and Alzheimer’s. We have roamers, screamers, nudist and residents who are down right rude.
I decided to sit down and write out characters I wanted to use. I also wrote down stories I wanted to tell. Some of the stories are totally funny and some are extremely sad. I ended up with 7 or 8 pages of notes. Seems like I am on a roll. I love to see the wheels churning.
I have given myself a deadline of August 1st to actually start writing. I need to come up with character names and probably a few stories. I am not sure what to give as a title yet. That one is going to be fun.
I certainly need some inspiration, something outside of myself that would get excited about writing. My feet are so cold when it comes to writing at this point. I love to write. I can do outlines, characters, scene sketches, etc. I am having trouble putting it down on paper in any congruent.
So, I had an idea about 2 weeks ago. I decided to start a writing group at the nursing home I live at. I immediately had interest from 2 other residents. I was so excited. I even realized that the three of us were writing about some of our life experiences. I scheduled two meetings for the month of July. Today was our first meeting. One member did not make it at all. The other one was 30 minutes late.
Maybe it is time to regroup because I really want this to work. I suspect that the one member who did not make it was probably not gotten out of bed. She is basically bed bound and needs major help to get into her motorized wheelchair. The nature of the beast in nursing homes is that the weekend staff is not willing to do a lot of things that they should be doing. So I am sure she was not put into her chair today. I will find a way to work around that. She deserves the group just as much, if not more than the rest of us.
Thank you for letting me share today.
I love writing. It is what I have always wanted to do. I remember when I was first learning to read, I read street signs, what I could of the newspaper, simple books, anything and I do mean anything I could get hold of. I was a good story teller. In fact I still am a good story teller. I wrote a lot of poetry growing up and can still do that when the need arises. But what I have always wanted to do was write stories. I wanted to tell my stories to the world.
My favorite topic growing up was westerns. I loved watching westerns – The Lancers, Bonanza, Matt Dillon, Gunsmoke, Big Valley, Have Gun Will Travel, Wild Wild West, and my favorite High Chaparral. I have some wonderful story ideas regarding the High Chaparral. Someone has suggested that I do some fan fiction with the ideas. I would get the acknowledgement of having written the story from a readily available audience of 4 or 5 facebook pages dedicated to High Chaparral. It would satisfy much of my need to write.
Part of the problem of writing fan fiction would be that I have three story topics that I have a heart tug to write. It is definitely a major desire, an aching to tell these stories. I know how to verbalize a lot of each story. I could sit there and tell the story to an audience any day of the week. Telling the stories could take care of a bit of the problem. I have a feeling though that more people need to hear the stories I want to tell.
So this brings me back to writing the stories down. I have actually written a draft of one of my stories. The audience I wanted to reach was the general public, the average Jack and Jill. The first draft was better suited for the medical professional. It would need work even then. I wanted something that was inspirational to the general public. There is something about telling my near death experience on the way to get a weight loss surgery that would help other obese people get the help they needed. I do not always encourage having surgery but I do encourage people to work on themselves instead of waiting until just before they die to do what needs to be done. I need and want to reach a large group of people. Does that make sense?
I have at least two other stories in me. One is a fictionalized version of living in a nursing home. It is based on true events and people so that , again, the general public got an idea about what patients actually feel and have to live through. It is not all doom and gloom but it is also not all happiness and joy. Their is a need to have loved ones in a safe place. It is hard when there is a blend of rather cognitive people and those with various degrees of Alzheimers. My sister even noticed that my patience is wearing thin after being here 14 months. I would have to agree with her.