Comments on: Cultivating a fiction writer

By: Remember imagining aloud? | Out of My Mind

Remember imagining aloud? | Out of My Mind — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 18:30:24 +0000

[...] myself. Here’s a link to my earlier post about childhood play, if you care to read it: http://lindacassidylewis.com/2009/11/07/cultivating-a-fiction-writer/ tweetmeme_url = 'http://lindacassidylewis.com/2010/07/28/remember-imagining-aloud/'; [...]

By: Linda

Linda — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 15:07:21 +0000

Erin, thank you for stopping by and leaving this comment. It would be wonderful if all parents recognized the creative child, so they could guide and nurture those qualities. Your daughter is fortunate.

By: Erin

Erin — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 07:50:22 +0000

Beautiful post. I feel as if you just opened a window for me to peer into my 8 year old daughters imagination. She is already a wonderful writer, spending hours filling pages with thoughts, felings, stories and play.

As an author myself, I relate to this post…but it is the connection to my daughter that made it really speak to me.

Thank you for that.

Many Kind Regards,
Erin

By: Linda

Linda — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:18:02 +0000

I’m glad you enjoyed my self-indulgence.

By: jenniferneri

jenniferneri — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 00:40:36 +0000

What a wonderful, warm, touching post, Linda. To see yourself in this light now, as a woman and a writer, must be very special.

By: Linda

Linda — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 15:59:19 +0000

And just look how beautifully you turned out!

As far as I know that’s the ONLY memory I have from that age. My next earliest memories start from several months after that one. But that one is a rather odd one to retain, I think. Unless its sole purpose was to be used in this blog post.

By: Candice

Candice — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 12:40:22 +0000

Wow! I can’t believe you remember being 18 months old! I, like you, enjoyed my alone time. I still do. Given the choice between a football game or party and staying home and reading which ever book was currently stuck between my bed and the wall (that’s where I always put the current read), I would choose the book every time. My mom used to encourage me to do things other than read. I think she was worried I wouldn’t be well-rounded.

By: Linda

Linda — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:54:59 +0000

Years ago, when I mentioned this memory to my mother she was shocked. She said I couldn’t possibly remember that apartment because we only lived there until I was about twenty months old. Then I started listing all the houses or apartments I remember living in and she was amazed. Some of them she had forgotten until I described them to her. I think it’s just that I was a very observant child and catalogued these details. Actually, I have a photo of me with the little boy who lived downstairs and I was indeed quite young.

“Mommy likes alone time” is something I’m sure my sons would know about me, too. Then again, mothers of four DESERVE alone time!

By: Linda

Linda — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:38:08 +0000

When my mother and sister were out here recently they both, at different times, stood looking at my bookshelves in wonder … the shaking your head, I don’t get it kind of wonder.

By: Linda

Linda — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 03:35:59 +0000

Thank you, Sharon. I almost didn’t post this. You, Laura, and Darc made me feel better about sharing this personal background. I just wonder how many of us had similar childhoods. I doubt there are published authors who, at age thirty, for the first time thought about writing a novel.

I also think it’s natural that we’re drawn to interact with each other virtually. We all sort of exist in each other’s imaginations!