So I have this little thing I do, and I’ve often wondered if it’s just me, but before I get to it, I’d better give the background.
(FYI: If you’re a speech therapist, please read this and tell me if you have any insight into this odd problem.)
Back when my son was little, I read him this book over and over—as usually happens with children. Thomas and the Big Big Bridge. One time I was reading the story to him, I realized there’s this line where I transposed one word. I didn’t skip it, but I moved it to another place in the sentence.
The next time I’m reading, I noticed I did the same thing again. And it happens again and again. Almost every time I read that sentence, I automatically moved that word.
Since I was reading aloud a lot, I noticed I did this in other books too. It’s like I move a word to another spot, where obviously it sounds/flows better. While I’m reading, I’m completely conscious of the fact I move words, but I’m not moving them on purpose. It just comes out of my mouth that way. (This might happen once per book on average.)
What is wrong with my brain? Is this why I hated reading aloud in high school? Do I have some weird dyslexic-type thing where people do this? Am I the only one?
Now I know I’m not really dyslexic cause I’ve always been a good reader/writer, and I loved English classes and generally did well in school.
And now that I’ve become a writer and have found I love critiquing, I’m starting to wonder if my brain is so smart and advanced that it’s automatically editing the text before it passes them along to my mouth. I mean, that makes perfect sense, right?
No, but seriously, it’s the weirdest thing, and I have no clue why it happens? Do you ever do this?
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(FYI: Come back Tuesday for a new feature… The Big Reveal)
Learning to read is hard. Or so I assume because I did it so long ago and can’t remember. But my kids are there now. One thing they don’t fully understand yet is abbreviations. I guess I shouldn’t expect much, they’re young.
A conversation held with my daughter.
We had this conversation in the kitchen as she’s standing in front of Lincoln’s art project, a collage of
Abbreviations must be hard for kids when they’re first learning to read. They learn to sound out a word to spell it, and that obviously doesn’t work. A beginning reader might try spell it youndee. With Miranda, she knew UND refers to the school, but I’m sure she doesn’t know that it stands for the University of North Dakota shortened down.
So it got me thinking about how the abbreviations we use change over time. Lately I’ve been learning all the ones that writers use, but here are a few of the important ones from my life.
Life in the 80s
Life with young kids
Life with Semi-Older kids
I’m not sure what the next stage will be. Most likely learning all the chatting codes. But luckily cell phone usage for my kids is a few years off.
School conferences were this week (which went well by the way.) That means the PTA Scholastic book fair. Of course, they let the kids look ahead of time and send home the list with the exactl location of the book(s) they want. (And it’s always books). Lincoln had two he picked and I told him we’d get one.
Lincoln likes books, but he prefers to be read to than reading himself. So when he said he wanted a chapter book, I agreed to buy him two books—one was a chapter book, one was not.
The next day he brought the book to me and said, “I don’t want this book because it belongs to somebody else.”
Huh? It’s a brand new book.
“Yeah, it’s some girl’s book.”
I asked why he said that, thinking a girl had written her name in the book. He opened it up to the page that said, “For Jessica.”
I had to laugh. Then I showed him a few of my books and explained what the dedication was. He understood and readily accepted the book back.
It got me thinking about the book dedications. I often wonder who those people are and why that author chose them. I’ve known for a while who I’ll dedicate my first book to but after that, I don’t have it figured out.
Do other writers agonize over whom to choose? Especially with the first book. And what happens when you get to book number thirty? Is it hard then to figure it out then?
This is a great question to ask other writers. In a few weeks, I’m starting something new, tentatively called The Big Reveal. I have a group of writers from all levels: aspiring to to pre-published to published. Every week I will ask them a question about writing because it’s fun to learn about how other writers work and think.
So watch for that.
My other fun news is this. I’m participating in two contests. This past week is my first time participating in my first Secret Agent Contest on The Authoress’ blog Miss Snark’s First Victim. You post your first page (250 words) and others can comment. Then a mystery agent reviews the entries and decides from whom to request sample pages. He/she also gives a comment on each entry. My entry is #25.
The other contest I’m excited about is the Cupid’s Literary Connection contest. It started a few weeks ago and I made it to the second round with the agents, which starts tomorrow.
It’s too much for me to explain how it works, so click on the link above to find out. Last week was the time for others to comment on the query and first page. But this week is only for the agents. My entry is #40.
Wish me luck.
In early December, when I was critiquing somebody’s manuscript, I had a question for her about the weather in the story. Although she never gave a specific location, it wasn’t anywhere close to here—I knew that because of the weather.
I asked her if the weather in her story could happen, high spring temperatures in a place that gets (albeit rarely) snow. I qualified that I didn’t know because up here we have 6 months of winter and I’ve never lived anywhere else.
And if we’re really lucky and snow comes in October, you could say seven.
Of course, until just this weekend, it hasn’t felt like winter because we’ve had no snow. I cannot remember one Christmas with no snow and this one was weird.
Some of the unusual things.
Seeing motorcycles driving down the street.
No sledding. (Usually no sledding is because of minus 10 degrees with 30 mph winds)
Skating on the coulee without having to shovel snow.
Also, being able to see in the frozen ice. (Usually it’s cloudy)
Going for long walks without worry about falling on your butt.
Pogo sticking in the driveway. (No slippery ice)
Warmer temperatures are nice, but the kids miss the snow. At least we have some now and I’m sure much more is on the way–we’ve still got four months of winter left after all.
Happy New Year to everybody.
On Saturday, I got to watch Lincoln be a (fully dressed) goalie for the first time. In the locker room (where they stuff several teams into a tiny space), one of the coaches from another team asked if I was ready. I assume he meant ready to watch my son as a goalie. Which is probably nerve-wracking for parents of goalies.
But really, this is a first year mite, the pressure is not all that high. They score like ten-twenty goals per game.
What was nerve-wracking was that right after I got his leg pads on, I realized he didn’t have his breezers. And it was almost time to go. Luckily another coach (each team has like 4 coaches) was just sitting there and he helped me get the leg pads off and on a second time, assuring me that he too had once forgotten to put the breezers on his son.
If this does not sound like a big deal, you have never put goalie leg pads on in a rush. On Tuesday, Lincoln’s coach showed me what to do so this was my first time assembling the goalie gear on my own.
Many parents say they don’t want their kids to be goalies because of the cost of all the gear. Or the pressure on the goalie. I think it’s cause putting on the pads is the biggest pain in the butt.
This is what you have to do to make sure you keep the leg pads on.
One strap runs through the skate and you have to buckle it.
Multiply all this by two, because a goalie has two legs. From the front, goalie pads look all cool. From the back, they’re a nightmare.
Then you have the chest protection, which also runs all the way down their arms. The neck piece. His helmet. Skates (put on before the leg pads). And breezers (put on before skates.) Two gigantic, odd-shaped gloves and a stick. No wonder they walk funny.
Although Lincoln enjoyed being a goalie, I don’t think he has any long range plans for continuing on. (YEA!!!) He still prefers left wing. I do too because then I can watch him score goals.
What does this have to do with writing? Not much. Although I can say that someday it’d be interesting to write a story revolving around hockey. Maybe a girl middle grade story. Or a girl who plays on a boys team because there is no girls teams. The ideas are already swimming in my head, but unfortunately I don’t have the time to work on it now. I’ll just have to write them down in my little notebook and one day I might get to it.
I generally won’t post funny things my kids say, I like to save that for Facebook. But I’m going to give Miranda a post since it relates to books.
As we were at the bmx park watching Lincoln ride his bike on the track, 4 year old Miranda says to me, “I know a lot about motorcycles. I have a whole collection of books in my room.”
This is a bit of a surprise to me. As the only book I can think of was Fish and Flips, which by the way is from my stash of beloved Sweet Pickles books. (Fish does daring tricks on her motorcycle.)
But a collection. Really?
As a good mom, I smiled and nodded.