Our 17-year-old son Owen was just accepted at the New England School of Communication. Here, he will continue his dream of becoming a Filmmaker, a dream that started with LEGO animation at least ten years ago. I fondly remember the QUEEN concert he created, with stage, fans, a favorite (although more obcure) Queen song, and Freddy Mercury.
Portland Arts and Technology High School has set the groundwork for success. That, combined with summers at the New England Film Academy, has given Owen the experience and confidence he needs to follow his dream and make his own luck. Things haven't always come easy to him. In fact, quite the opposite.
There's a book out there called LOOK ME IN THE EYE about a grown man with Aspergers Syndrome who engineered the special effects for KISS concerts back in the 70s. Owen's Aspergers is more mild, but the effort he needs to apply to certain social situations (i.e. reading body language, figurative vs. literal, dealing with confrontations, etc.) is just as real. Throw in his parents' divorce at age eight, depression, serious bullying and thoughts of suicide, and the young man we see now has emerged so much stronger, confident, and self-reliant. Our pride is obvious, our faith in him unwavering - just like all our kids.
We love all five kids, very much so, but today is Owen's day to shine.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
WE INTERRUPT THIS MARRIAGE...
...FOR HUNTING SEASON
There's a photograph of my husband Jim, on our honeymoon in Arizona, holding a wooden plaque with these words eloquently inscribed on it. Yes, it was our honeymoon. Did I know what I was getting myself into? Uh huh. I was warned. I did it anyway.
After all, I'm a writer. Very soon, I'll be an author. Can you think of a more solitary occupation? We writers NEED to be left alone for a month (okay, so it's more like three) every fall to finish up those year-long novel projects. And guess what? Having a husband who hunts works for me. CRAPPY NEW YEAR will be published in December. MOURNING DOVE is 4/5 completed. That means I have only that pesky denouement left to write.
BUT... Okay, you knew this was coming: the downside. I feel I've been almost single-handedly been caring for our children WHILE ALSO trying to write. I have been running the errands, making the phone calls, planning the visits, taking the children to their appointments, playing cabbie, AND trying to get CRAPPY launched with some semblance of a plan...and while finally seeing Gracie beyond the confines of her not-so-happy home in MOURNING DOVE>.
Sometimes my brain surgeon forgets there's more to life than brain surgery and hunting...but September, October, and November are not the best months to remind him. A trip to our camp this weekend is not for fun, as I had anticipated, but an opportunity for Jim to pick up the moose he shot from the butcher and get the dock and boat out of the water. It's easy for him to forget - between trips to the tree stand in the back forty and jaunts to the taxidermist - that his wife has a bandaged foot from last week's surgery and could use a little couch time with her loving husband right about now. Besides, she won't be much help pulling a dock out of the water in tomorrow's forecasted snow and slush.
As long as I don't get writers block, this hunting season is nothing more than an opportunity. I just need to be reminded of that every now and then.
There's a photograph of my husband Jim, on our honeymoon in Arizona, holding a wooden plaque with these words eloquently inscribed on it. Yes, it was our honeymoon. Did I know what I was getting myself into? Uh huh. I was warned. I did it anyway.
After all, I'm a writer. Very soon, I'll be an author. Can you think of a more solitary occupation? We writers NEED to be left alone for a month (okay, so it's more like three) every fall to finish up those year-long novel projects. And guess what? Having a husband who hunts works for me. CRAPPY NEW YEAR will be published in December. MOURNING DOVE is 4/5 completed. That means I have only that pesky denouement left to write.
BUT... Okay, you knew this was coming: the downside. I feel I've been almost single-handedly been caring for our children WHILE ALSO trying to write. I have been running the errands, making the phone calls, planning the visits, taking the children to their appointments, playing cabbie, AND trying to get CRAPPY launched with some semblance of a plan...and while finally seeing Gracie beyond the confines of her not-so-happy home in MOURNING DOVE>.
Sometimes my brain surgeon forgets there's more to life than brain surgery and hunting...but September, October, and November are not the best months to remind him. A trip to our camp this weekend is not for fun, as I had anticipated, but an opportunity for Jim to pick up the moose he shot from the butcher and get the dock and boat out of the water. It's easy for him to forget - between trips to the tree stand in the back forty and jaunts to the taxidermist - that his wife has a bandaged foot from last week's surgery and could use a little couch time with her loving husband right about now. Besides, she won't be much help pulling a dock out of the water in tomorrow's forecasted snow and slush.
As long as I don't get writers block, this hunting season is nothing more than an opportunity. I just need to be reminded of that every now and then.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
TOUGH DAY ON THE HOME FRONT
Tough couple of days on the home front. Nineteen year old decided to leave after spending eight days with us trying to figure out what to do with her life. Still wasn't committed to leaving her bad news beau. Sad...can't help her any more than we can help her. Does that make sense?
On the good news front....
Yeah, it's one of those days - trying to find something good to say. Sometimes we just need to borrow a little positive vibe from the day before, you know? In my case, we have to go back three days.
But it's not all bad. 22-yr-old is having a great senior year in college. 12 and 16 seem happy enough. 17 is a high school senior and expecting to hear from NESCOM any day now - good news, we hope.
HOPE. Yeah, that's what it's all about.
When 4 out of 5 of your kids are happy, healthy, working, going to school, committed to the right things, making good decisions.... Well, isn't that about the national average? I think so. It has nothing to do with the divorce they all went through... Seems to me the most adjusted families are at about an 80% success rate.
On the good news front....
Yeah, it's one of those days - trying to find something good to say. Sometimes we just need to borrow a little positive vibe from the day before, you know? In my case, we have to go back three days.
But it's not all bad. 22-yr-old is having a great senior year in college. 12 and 16 seem happy enough. 17 is a high school senior and expecting to hear from NESCOM any day now - good news, we hope.
HOPE. Yeah, that's what it's all about.
When 4 out of 5 of your kids are happy, healthy, working, going to school, committed to the right things, making good decisions.... Well, isn't that about the national average? I think so. It has nothing to do with the divorce they all went through... Seems to me the most adjusted families are at about an 80% success rate.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
GRANITE INN IMPROMPTU
I woke up this morning to the most gentle alarm. Breakfast will be served in fifteen minutes - which gives me just enough time to tell you about this amazing find in Rockland, Maine. I just stepped out of the jacuzzi in my bathroom at the Granite Inn. Down comforter and designer pillows grace my comfy queen bed, a window adorned in white linens and trim painted in the most beautiful sage...antique vanity and beadboard everywhere. I have my own little fireplace - which I used last night to dry my dainties (I didn't know I'd be staying overnight next door to Maine Authors Publishing, but I have one more meeting this a.m. Lucky me!)
Last night for dinner I ate rustic, seeded bread from Atlantic Baking Company. I dipped it in the complimentary olive oil/balsamic vinegar set I found next to my water goblets and carafe in my room. Unbelievable with a cup of organic tea from the breakfast room down the hall.
My night here was unexpected. This morning, a breakfast menu appeared under my door: fresh fruit juice, ginger scones with cranberry chutney, quich lorraine, crab fritters with zesty tartar sauce, granola, oatmeal, local farm eggs to order, bacon, sausage, toast, bottled water, fresh-ground local coffee, and an assortment of teas. $105 dollars for all this. Next time I have business in Rockland, Maine - and it will be soon - I hope they can't fit all my meetings into one afternoon. This is truly heaven on earth.
Last night for dinner I ate rustic, seeded bread from Atlantic Baking Company. I dipped it in the complimentary olive oil/balsamic vinegar set I found next to my water goblets and carafe in my room. Unbelievable with a cup of organic tea from the breakfast room down the hall.
My night here was unexpected. This morning, a breakfast menu appeared under my door: fresh fruit juice, ginger scones with cranberry chutney, quich lorraine, crab fritters with zesty tartar sauce, granola, oatmeal, local farm eggs to order, bacon, sausage, toast, bottled water, fresh-ground local coffee, and an assortment of teas. $105 dollars for all this. Next time I have business in Rockland, Maine - and it will be soon - I hope they can't fit all my meetings into one afternoon. This is truly heaven on earth.
Monday, October 24, 2011
For One Night Only!
IF this first blog fails to inspire. I do hope to inspire, however, so let me start by introducing myself.
My name is Meg Wilson and I have written a novel that will be published and downloadable in just six short weeks. It's called Crappy New Year, published by Maine Authors Publishing.
Readers will go on a very realistic journey to Tess Amory's world. (I leave fantasy writing in the capable hands of my friend Cameron Rosenblum.) Anyway, Tess is thirteen and has just found out she is gaining a stepfather and stepsister in just a few short months. Since her father died just a year ago, she's hardly ready for this transition and can't understand how her mother can be so enthusiastic about it.
Her friend Ian, who has been living next door since Tess was in preschool, suddenly wants to be more than friends. To top it off, best friend Janie lied to Tess and has gone to a New Years Eve party at Kelly Stanford's house. Yes, crappy is an understatement, but things get even crappier before they get...well, you'll have to read it to find out. Details about publication and launch parties to follow!
I have been told that, since I'm already Tweeting and Friending, this Blogging is a piece of cake and necessary for new authors like me. I hope you will stay tuned while I find inspiring topics to share with you, mostly about stepfamilies and how to....you know....adjust!
My name is Meg Wilson and I have written a novel that will be published and downloadable in just six short weeks. It's called Crappy New Year, published by Maine Authors Publishing.
Readers will go on a very realistic journey to Tess Amory's world. (I leave fantasy writing in the capable hands of my friend Cameron Rosenblum.) Anyway, Tess is thirteen and has just found out she is gaining a stepfather and stepsister in just a few short months. Since her father died just a year ago, she's hardly ready for this transition and can't understand how her mother can be so enthusiastic about it.
Her friend Ian, who has been living next door since Tess was in preschool, suddenly wants to be more than friends. To top it off, best friend Janie lied to Tess and has gone to a New Years Eve party at Kelly Stanford's house. Yes, crappy is an understatement, but things get even crappier before they get...well, you'll have to read it to find out. Details about publication and launch parties to follow!
I have been told that, since I'm already Tweeting and Friending, this Blogging is a piece of cake and necessary for new authors like me. I hope you will stay tuned while I find inspiring topics to share with you, mostly about stepfamilies and how to....you know....adjust!
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