Book Update

I know a few of my friends don't participate on Facebook or Twitter. So, until I can call each of  you, let me post on my website an update for 'Legacy of Grandpa's Grapevine'. I have signed a contract with Helping Hands Press. The book should be available in six months. Thank you for the words of encouragement this past year.

When It's Family...Dinner Is Best Together

Remember the public service announcement- 'It is five o'clock, do you know where your child is?' Maybe we should start another one- 'It is five o'clock, are you eating with your family?'

I'm not sure exactly when it started, but in my opinion, the demise of family dinner time is a shame. Since when did we prioritize soccer games, gymnastic meets or business clients above our own children?  How can parents justify the elimination of family dinners will not hinder their child's social and emotional development?

The skills of conversation, manners, dining etiquette and social cues are not innate. How can one expect a child to become a respectful and contributing adult to society, if they were never provided a proper role-model.  Let's not forget self-esteem. When a family eats together, they talk together. Parents are inadvertently letting their child know what he/she has to stay is important and of value.

Will there be challenges and unexpected obstacles at times? Yes. Is family dinner possible for every night for every family. No. What should we remember? Every day, we need to spend time with our family; they are the greatest gift God has given us. 

Maggie's Thought for the Week: One Paw at a Time

Sometimes the most difficult tasks are accomplished by taking just one step forward. That one step diminishes any original fear of the unknown. It's that first step which allows you to tackle the remaining steps- the toughest ones of all.

These remaining steps have an unknown number. You must persevere blindly and, at times, have a 'deaf ear' to the nay sayers.  Remain confident. When confidence lacks, find a soul who is willing to share their light- without taking yours away.

I remember the first time Maggie went to the beach. She was timid about getting close to the water. She would look at me and then look at the approaching waves. I would smile at her and she would put one paw in the water, and quickly take it out. Once she became comfortable with one paw in the water, she put both of her front paws in the water. Eventually, she walked confidently thru the waves as we walked on the beach.

My first step amongst the waves started in 2006. I began to write a story called 'Grandpa's Grapevine'. In the midst of attempting the self-publishing track, I signed with an agent in February of 2008. During the next few years, my 'remaining steps' involved a myriad of highs and lows. Looking back, each step had a purpose and not one step could have been skipped.

'The Manciano Family Series: Legacy of Grandpa's Grapevine' has found a publisher. How did it all happen? One step at a time.

When It's Family... I Think of the Walton's

For most of the seventies and early eighties, families gathered around the television set and heard the instrumental theme song for The Walton's. It was a time to sit back, relax and enjoy the mischief the Walton children would encounter, the wisdom Grandpa & Grandma would share, and the continuous fretting from Ma & Pa to pay the bills, during the Great Depression.

As a child, I watched the show and envied how much fun the children always had playing together. As an adult, I reflect on how some things haven't changed very much. When it's family- you are going to fight with your siblings, mom & dad will always worry about paying the bills, and grandma & grandpa will always make you feel better; with words of wisdom or a chocolate chip cookie.

I guess The Walton's is still a popular television show, because some things have changed. A country where many children spend more time at daycare or 'enrichment activities' then home, a house has become a status symbol and your zip code decides your 'place' in society, and marriages are said with an 'I do' and a prenuptial agreement.  I never recall Mrs. Walton forgetting she had a child and left Ike Godsey's Mercantile without Elizabeth, or Mr. Walton blaming the teacher for Jim Bob day-dreaming in school because he wasn't challenged enough.


Were things perfect back then? No. Are things perfect now? No. What makes the Walton family still popular today? They argue, celebrate, cry, worry, persevere, question, wonder, fail and succeed- TOGETHER.  
                     'A family is only as strong as its commitment to togetherness.' Wes Fessler

Maggie's Thought for the Week: It's Okay to Just Sit

My little buddy, Maggie, passed away this month. Many of you followed her 'Thought of the Day' on Facebook.  I pondered ceasing the posting of her thoughts. Then, I realized the many lessons learned from her, and the importance to continue sharing with all of you. So, Maggie will continue to share a thought every week. I hope she continues to capture your heart, as much as she captured mine.

After Maggie passed, I found it difficult to just sit on my deck or, while hiking some of our favorite trails, just stop and sit on a rock by the stream. I wondered what people might think: That lady is just being lazy?  How can someone just sit and do nothing? She must be bored? Is something wrong with her?

Maggie taught me it's okay to just sit. Sometimes, we would sit on the lawn together and just watch a bunny in the distance. During this time, I would often reflect on my day or plan what to possibly accomplish tomorrow. However, most of the time, I would just sit.  I found my breathing to slow down and my body to completely relax. I wasn't doing anything, except enjoying that very moment.

The other night, I sat on my deck and put my feet up. I took a deep breath of the cool night air. I watched the chicken hawk swoop from one pine tree to the next. I enjoyed the pleasure of just sitting on a lovely summer evening. And then, a neighbor approached from the side of my yard. 'Hi there!' he said. 'I was walking and saw you just sitting.'

Yes, I was just sitting... and there is nothing wrong with that.

When Video Games Were Games

                                                                          

It was Christmas 1982, and my life would change forever. I received an Atari from Santa Claus with the coveted video game, Pac-Man. It was a simple game, but addictive; just catch the ghost before they catch Pac-Man and you pass to the next level. The next level meant the ghosts became faster, but there were also great prizes; fruit that gave Pac-Man extra energy & immunity for a time-span, to gobble those ghosts.

What's that you ask? Where are the swords, M-16's, or claymore mines to advance to the next level? You commented on the graphics? Don't like them? Not realistic enough? Can't hear the avatar breathing heavy as he crosses enemy lines? The blood doesn't look real as it gushes from an innocent victim (avatar) caught in the crossfire; which will cost you ten points?

I cringe when people call some of today's products to purchase for their Wii or Nintendo a 'game'. A game doesn't hurt someone. A game isn't violent. A game doesn't teach a child sometimes you must do the wrong thing to get promoted.

The Atari games of the early 80's didn't look real. They weren't real, and the children playing them knew that. Harry of Pitfall was a stick, who made beeping sounds when you hit the orange button to make him jump.
 
                                                                                


Many of today's video 'games' glorify violence and validate the 'end justifies the means'. The next time you see a child playing a video game, ask yourself why you are allowing them to play it. Is the child learning from the experience, and if so, what are they learning? 

Believe

Did you ever have a time when no one believed in you? I think writers must experience this feeling more frequently than most professions. The constant questions of 'why do you write if the story may never get published?', 'how can you take the constant rejection?', 'why spend all that time in front of the computer when nothing may ever come from it?' 

Believe. Such a small word, but provides so many with the courage and inspiration to keep going. Just saying to someone, 'I believe it will happen', stops any comeback from their close-minded thinking. Hasn't everyone believed in something so much that giving up was never an option? Or, maybe, it's just us writers who share this idealistic quality.

I'm okay with that, are you?