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Thank Goodness for the Arts

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A middle school writer with her nature art inspired writing.

I’m fortunate that I work in a school district where the arts are appreciated and celebrated. We’re an elementary district with students from early childhood through eighth grade. We still have music teachers in our schools; general music for the younger students, and choir, band, and orchestra for the older ones.

Art is alive in our district too, but to a lesser extent in most of the schools. Many of our students don’t have a very strong start in life, and as a result they begin school missing some important skills and experiences. Unfortunately these children spend a great deal of time trying to “catch up” to their peers, and as a result sometimes the fun things (like art) get pushed aside, especially when the pressure of testing is added to the situation.

It’s a pity, really, since the arts are where so many children shine. They have the opportunity to express themselves in ways that are different than the typical classroom setting, and for kids with language delays, learning disabilities, limited English proficiency, behavioral challenges, and more, they are a saving grace.

The arts allow kids to approach the world from their own plane, wherever that may be. They can sing out, dance, paint, draw, mold, model, and manipulate their world in a way that makes sense to them. They are a release and a gift.

Our fourth grade students have been given that gift again this year, as they participate in an original musical conceived, written, and directed by our very talented music teacher. He even made the giant glow-in-the-dark puppets that take the stage and raised funds for the black lights that make the whole show pop. Oh, and he wrote all the music too, as well as taught every lyric to the entire fourth grade. Whew!

Our kids are lucky. They will perform for their friends and families and they will keep the individual puppets that they each created and will use in the show. They are growing up with the arts as an important part of their lives. Too many children are not. Too many schools are throwing out the arts. Too many families shun the arts in favor of less enriching activities. I get it, as parents we’re tired, and helping kids write songs and put on skits and dress up as various characters takes time and energy that we have precious little of. It’s worth it, though. The arts promote creative thinking and problem solving, and they help to increase communication skills, as well as promoting a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Let’s take some time to share the arts with a child. Drama, poetry, ceramics, painting, dance: whatever you enjoy can be enjoyed with a child. I would encourage you to share your talents and interests with some special young person in your life. You will both benefit.


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Why NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo Play Well Together

November, as I’ve mentioned before, is a crazy month for me, largely because it’s the month when I commit to crazy big writing projects. At least they seem crazy big to me. NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, and the challenge is to write a book of at least 50,000 pages by the end of the month. NaBloPoMo is a blogging challenge, to create a new blog post every day during the month. They are both WAY more writing than I normally do.

I’ve been a little stressed about trying this again (I did them both in 2013, and the blogging challenge in 2014 and 2015). What if I fail? What if I fall short? What if I miss a few days or don’t write enough? What if?

The good news is there’s no blog police. There’s no NaNo enforcement division, no writing cops at all. It’s all on me. Whether I complete both challenges, or fail miserably, I win. No matter what, I’ll have written more words this month that I have in the past several months combined (in fact I may already be nearing that number). How could that possibly be a failure? And if my words reach an audience, well, that’s even better.

Yes, I want my blog to be read. I want you to nod your head while you’re reading, then think  to yourself that I just sort of seem to “get” you. I want you to send a link to your friend, because you know I’ll “get” her too. And I will, because you, dear readers, are an awful lot like me.

Knowing that I don’t HAVE to win is a huge worry off my shoulders. Having umpteen plotting tools at my disposal is reassuring as well. I won’t turn into a raving lunatic. At least I hope I won’t.

As author Deborah Ledford said at a recent writing conference I attended, “Nothing prompts more words like working with other words.” How true. This is the reason NaNo and BloMo are meant to be friends. Two or three hundred words on the blog gets my brain, and fingers, warmed up to do 1,700 in my novel. At least that’s the hope. Now we buckle in and see what reality has to offer.


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Too Much Television

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Who do you think Dad was watching, the guy in white or the woman?

I used to tell people I didn’t watch much television, and I believed I was telling the truth. Growing up, there wasn’t much on, and my parents weren’t big fans of t.v., aside from the evening news. Not until Dukes of Hazzard came along, anyway. Then my father watched that. He claimed it was because his former high school classmate played Boss Hogg, but I think it may have had something to do with Daisy Duke.

During my college years there wasn’t much time for t.v., and I didn’t have one anyway. I did, however, find time to watch Guiding Light for an hour every weekday afternoon in my friends’ dorm room for an entire year. What a waste of time, but we loved crazy Annabelle and scheming Reba and rebellious Roxy, not to mention that hunky Josh. I can still picture him.

After college I met my future ex-husband, and he was all about sports. He loved t.v. but it was ESPN all the time. After being exposed to it for a while, I could spout off scores and stats and random information about random teams like nobody’s business. Still, I rarely just sat down to watch.

Later on, as a new mom, I discovered a little thing called HGTV. Now that I could get into. I watched Room By Room as the perky hosts put up duck decoy wallpaper borders and built curio cabinets that looked like standing up canoes. I expanded my horizons and added TLC to my lineup, taking in such shows as Trading Spaces and What Not to Wear. I had officially become a t.v. watcher.

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Stacy London and Clinton Kelly told us What Not to Wear

Times changed again, and I lived alone with my son for a while. We didn’t watch a whole lot of t.v. then. He played video games, and we played board games and built legos and played with our dog. T.V. was there, but it was usually turned off.

Fast forward a bit, and I met my sweetheart. T.V. came back into my life. No more HGTV for me, it bugs him that people are so dissatisfied with their circumstances that they are constantly looking to “upgrade” or change their surroundings. I never looked at it like that, but I’ve watched enough of those shows to last me a lifetime, and I don’t miss them.

Now I have several shows that I watch and enjoy, and frankly it’s starting to cramp my style. On Monday I have Dancing With the Stars and Lucifer. I can’t watch them both on the same night, so Lucifer usually gets bumped to Tuesday, since I’m not as likely to encounter a spoiler for it. We also watch The Middle (yay for a realistic house full of mess!), Modern Family, Mom, The Real O’Neals, and American Ninja Warrior. Oh, and don’t forget Big Bang Theory. Then there are the “educational” shows, Star Talk and Drunk History. That makes for a lot of television viewing, more than I’ve ever watched in my life.

I do appreciate the DVR. We fast forward through commercials, so we don’t waste quite as much time. Still, it’s a lot, and that doesn’t even include the Hallmark channel Christmas lineup. How on earth am I ever going to get any writing done if I watch all of these shows?

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My Ninja Warrior hero, badass Jessie Graff.

The answer is simple, but sort of sad. I can’t. Something has to give, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to be t.v. See you later, Star Talk. Bye for now, Drunk History. Toodle loo, Modern Family. I have a novel to write, and I just don’t have time for you this month.

Which shows are your favorites? If you could only watch one what would it be? I would choose American Ninja Warrior. Those Ninjas impress and inspire me.