WE DID IT!
Oops, I’m not supposed to type in caps, but I just cannot help it. We officially made it to #1002followers yesterday! The way the folks at WordPress tally statistics, upon publishing a new blog, it tells me how many each post goes to. They tally the number of followers on WordPress, via e-mail, and via Social Media. It used to total them all and report. When they first made the change and reported broken down stats, things looked bleak at first. It appeared 400 people quit following me. Nope, it just became more realistic. Thank goodness!
Thank you for your continued support. I am grateful 1,000 of you for trying and liking what you read. I hope you continue on this journey, as we add the Grandma Kathy page to the website, and tell you the story of “Gavin and Roxie,” and launch the children’s book next year. So sorry the date keeps moving. It’s what happens when life gets in the way. The story is timeless, and will come to you in 2023. Thank you for your patience.
Of course, if each of the #1000 would share, introduce their friends to me, and talk us up, we’d be increasing the numbers, which is a good thing for all of us. It’s hard for a somewhat-introverted person to be public like this. I’ve learned most people are somewhat shy about this sort of thing, yet, people are hungry for the stories we can tell.
Storytelling is nothing new; it’s been around since people were created. Verbal telling has allowed histories to be shared, the unification of humans for causes, culture, and civility. We all have stories. I love hearing the stories of people who beat the odds, triumph over evil or injustice, and realize they’re not living their best lives and decide to change. I want to tell stories of those kind of people.
The novel I’m working on is a collage of stories I’ve heard, people I’ve met, and triumphs I’ve witnessed. They’re lived through the main character, and as her story unfolds, you experience what she does during her journey from one place to another in her life. I think many people will be able to relate to her as she grows and changes.
The children’s book is about a little boy who experiences the loss of his grandfather and his favorite puppy. I remember when we lost our grandfather (who died on Christmas Eve when I was 12), we were devastated. In 1964, grief counseling did not exist. We sort of learned to keep a stiff upper lip and go on.
Finally, I’ve dabbled here a couple times with some poetry. It’s something I didn’t think I’d like, but I do. It will get better with practice, I know. For me, it’s an experiment in saying the most with the least amount of words. It may be the next step towards writing a song, who knows?
The future is unfolding in front of all of us, somewhere out there in time. It’s exciting, and since I read a person’s most creative time of life is between ages 70 and 80, I’m in! Sign me up! Let me learn all there is to learn!
And what may the ultimate be? With what we are learning in Intentional Peer Support, I may write about a character experiencing PTSD, who needs Peer Support. Mental Health has always held a particular interest to me; I continue to wonder at times what causes people to do what they do in any particular situation. I’ve had PTSD a time or two, and there was no one to help me through it. The advice I got about the trauma of seeing my son drown at the age of five? He’s ok now, so just don’t think about it. Terrible advice. I was pregnant with my daughter and tried to bargain with God. It was one of the loneliest time in my life. I came through it stronger, and with many lessons learned. I believe there is a helpful book there.
This is where we’re going, kids. I hope you’re as all in as I am. Thank you for reading, and we’ll see each other again tomorrow. Have a peaceful evening.