Author: Patty Perrin

An Oldie but Goodie.

Posted by

0

I rummaged through bins in the garage, looking for the bicycle pump. Five-year-old Ashley shouted from the driveway, “Gramma! Look at me!” for the tenth time.  She skillfully twirled a pink hula hoop around her slender hips.

“You’re the hula hoop champ,” I said for the tenth time, and continued searching for the pump.

When I heard, “Gramma!” again, I looked at her. Ashley stood still with a solemn expression on her face. “You’re old,” she declared, as if I didn’t know.

I laughed and agreed with her. She’d said it a few times lately, as an observation. She’s a kid, and I’m old. So is Grampa. From her perspective, it is so.

Am I old, even though I consider myself a young-hearted grandmother? After all, Bill and I run our own business, travel a lot, enjoy an active social life, are actively involved with church and can still play with our grandkids.

So, Ashley, and all our grandkids, here is what old looks like from my perspective:

Old folks are bold. We have become more fearless as we’ve learned to trust God and face our trials. When we take your hand and lead you into an adventure, you can trust that we will give our all to protect you. We will stand with you, walk beside you, and help you as you face challenges of your own. We are your bold champions. You can trust us.

Old folks are not cold. We are warm with love for you. You can tell us anything and we will listen. You can ask us anything, and we will answer truthfully, as best we can. We may not always agree with you, but we will always love you. There is no limit to love. You can count on us.

Old folks are gold. Years of experience have refined us. Joy and tears, pleasure and pain, learning through studies and from mistakes, have worked out impurities and increased our worth. Just as you are treasures to us, we are your treasures. You should value us.

We may be old, but we want to spend many more years with you. We want to see you grow up and start your own family. We would love to be there when your grandchild informs you that you, too, are old.

I hope there are windows in Heaven.

Where do the Mornings GO?

Posted by

0

The most productive time of day for me is morning. The fact that I’m also a night owl makes for a sleepy and often slow start to the full day that’s stuffed between the rising and setting of Patty.

I get up, make myself presentable, drink my shake, read the Bible and a few sections of assorted devotionals, and wonder what happened to the morning? Sometimes I take notes as I read and they flow into other thoughts. I spend much of the time sitting right here, in front of this lovely screen — time that isn’t taken up by moms, grandkids, laundry, cleaning, errands, appointments, hubby, reading great books or watching favorite programs.

Does it happen to you, that when you buy a new car, all you seem to see are other cars like yours? Every time I was expecting a baby, the world seemed populated by pregnant women. I’m a new author, so guess who I notice the most?

This morning I came across a Blogger who asked a question I often ask myself. How do other writers schedule their creative time? I know that when I’m on a roll, I can write quite a bit every morning. It’s time to dust that habit off and exercise it again. The book that’s knocking around in my brain will have a better chance of getting out if I open the gate.

Maybe it’s because I’m a new author that I’m so curious about other writers.  I visited her page on FaceBook, Choghig Kazandjian, and learned that she’s a Writer, a Blogger and an Educator. She has written four books to date. Imagine, four books! Take a look!

Want to know how other writers manage to get their books written? Here’s a link to her informative blog: Chikikir: Fascinating Mechanics of Writing

I’m off to learn and grow. At my age, I need all the help I can get!

Writers Write!

Posted by

0

Welcome to my Blog!

This is a relatively new world and I’m feeling a bit like Alice in Wonderland. I’m eager to explore, a little hesitant at times, and find myself either too big or too small too often. Patience, patience, as my mom would say. It’ll all fall into place eventually.

I hope you enjoy my posts as much as I enjoy writing them. At least a little as much? Here we go!

Writers write, right? So what’s with all this other stuff?

Posted by

0

My first book, Reflections of a Misfit, is published! It’s real! I gently lifted the first copy from the box, caressed its smooth cover, opened it carefully to see my words, my name, shining at me from the pages.

Okay, it wasn’t that great, but I whooped and hollered as if I’d won the lottery! We did it! We did it! I include my husband in the “we” because he suffered through many a bowl of soup as I buried myself in the writing. I include God in the “we” because He gave me the kick in the pants I needed to put my reflections in book form. When you read the book, you’ll understand.

There is nothing like the feeling of holding your own real book in your hands for the first time, with the possible exception of holding your newborn baby. However, much like having a baby, the work begins with the birth. How will people hear about it? Who will want to read it? What good is a book without readers?

The way I figure it, one of two things is going to happen here. My rusty old brain will loosen up and begin to regain its youthful vigor, or the overload of new information flooding my mind is about to clog it up irreparably.

I’ll go with the first, I think. So here we go, on our next adventure. I want to write. I need to learn to promote. I want to read all the books written by my new author friends I’m meeting in this process of stretching the old noggin across the canyons and hills of social media.

I’m going to have to live forever.

Thankfully, God has that covered. I hope I get to write in Heaven.