... into a writing slump, and I can't get up!
Although that's not as entirely true as it was this weekend. This weekend I received back the first beta read on my historical fantasy adventure, and it was so encouraging. Not just because she said nice things about my main characters and overall story (although that was awesome), but because she provided me with some solid things I could work on instead of the nebulous "something about this isn't right" that had been floating around my brain for the last few months. So now I'm getting excited to get back into editing.
Aside from that, though, I have been having problems. I have very minor edits to make on the three shorts closest to being publication-ready. I am almost finished with the major edits on the novella. The two spy shorts still need work, but I don't feel guilty about putting those on the back burner until I've finished my spy research.
So I've really no reason to be in a slump. Everything is moving along - slowly, true, but still moving. I've even started working with cover designers for the three almost-ready shorts!
And yet, and yet, and yet.
To be frank, homeschooling is kicking my butt. None of this is complicated stuff (I'm doing kindergarten and preschool, for heaven's sake), and my girls are eating it up, but I find myself struggling every day to stick to a schedule, to follow the lesson plan (we were at the library on Saturday and I suddenly realized with panic that I had NO IDEA what books I was supposed to pick up for this week's school, because I'd forgotten to check the lesson plan for this week). It will get easier (my mantra!), I know. I'm hoping by November to finally have my feet under me.
And it's going well, for the most part. We're getting together with a couple other homeschooling families once a week. Joy is reading everything she can get her hands on; Grace is consistently recognizing the alphabet and getting better with phonics; both of them love numbers ("Math is my FAVORITE," Joy tells me enthusiastically, every single day); Joy will happily spend hours covering any blank surface she can find (including the walls) with pictures as she teaches herself to draw; we go through the house and point out shapes of everything; we read and talk and do basic science projects and look at famous art pieces and listen to classical music ... they are eating it up. And when I can keep myself on track, I love it, too. I just get derailed way too easily.
And when the homeschooling gets overwhelming, everything else goes by the wayside, too. Especially writing!
I am seeing glimmers of hope. Aside from the aforementioned beta-read-encouragement, I was able to get a few hours to myself this weekend just to sit and breathe and recharge - something essential to this introvert mamma who is constantly surrounded by daily clamor of two little people always, always needing her (and occasionally one larger person, when he's home from work). I picked up Grace's quilt last night and made considerable progress on that while watching Once Upon a Time and Revenge (which last is actually boring me and I'm not planning on watching anymore - why is there no Downton or Sherlock on Sundays at nine right now??), which I had been procrastinating terribly on ever since the Olympics. I even pulled out my in-progress felt leaf banner I started making last year and never finished, and made HUGE strides on that (my goal is to get it done in time to use as decorating for Joy's birthday in November). I've been able to think about my stories without flinching.
And I got up almost a full hour before my littles this very morning, which allowed me some time to read my Bible, pray, write a blog post, breathe, and think. Always a good way to start the week!
So there is light at the end of the tunnel. I'm just hoping the tunnel doesn't twist and curve TOO many more times before I get there!
How do you get yourself out of slumps - writing or otherwise? If you are a typically disorganized person, how do you force yourself to stick to a schedule (my schedule is deliberately basic and simple, and yet I STILL can't seem to follow it)? Any homeschooling parents out there with any advice for me in getting through this first year with my sanity intact?
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
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Monday, October 8, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Reader
A possible near-future conversation between Joy and a librarian or teacher.
Librarian or Teacher, looking at Joy's armful of books teetering nearly above her head: My, that's a lot of books! Are you going to read all of them?
Joy: Yes, all by myself.
L or T: Really? How old are you?
Joy: I will be five in November.
L or T: And you can already read all those books by yourself? How did you learn to read so young?
Joy: I got bored.
End scene.
This kid, she amazes me. I really did start to teach her to read simply because she was bored. Bored to the point where she was getting into trouble out of frustration. She struggled a bit at first because it didn't click immediately (and because I was an idiot and thought I could teach her with easy readers and flash cards - I'm sure that's all some people need, but I am a lousy teacher and needed a curriculum), but we persevered (all of us - Joy and I did the official school books, but Carl would sit down and patiently work with her through regular books, even letting her read the bedtime stories sometimes), and then, ever so slowly, it started to come together. She would recognize one word when she saw it, then two. Then five. Then she could put together sentences. Then she started figuring out the whole "sound it out" business.
Yesterday afternoon, I walked through the living room and paused. Joy was curled up on the couch with "Mr. Putter and Tabby Pour the Tea," which we had borrowed from the library last week and hadn't had a chance to read together yet, and she was reading it. Out loud. By herself. Sounding out the words she didn't know. Getting some of them wrong, but more of them right. Going back to re-read a sentence that she hadn't added the proper emphasis to before. Immersed in her own world.
I very nearly burst into tears.
She finished that and picked up "Sam and the Firefly," another library book, and read through that. Then she read through "Go Dog. Go!" She had to take a bathroom break partway through that one, and I sat in Carl's study and listened as she read all the books we keep in there for the littles to look at while they use the potty (leftover habit from the days they were potty-training).
I quite honestly had a lump in my throat the rest of the evening. Reading has shaped my life, my very nature, for as long as I can remember. It has been one of the deepest desires of my heart that my children share the same passion and love for the written word as I have. Seeing this love take root in Joy is one of the most rewarding moments in parenthood I've had thus far.
She's reading. My kid is reading.
It still blows my mind.
Now I just have to keep from going absolutely crazy on Amazon and buying every easy reader I can find. I just want to shower her with ALL THE BOOKS IN THE WORLD, but that's what libraries are for, and I don't want to deprive her of one of my other deep-set joys, which is finding those amazing books at the library, and the thrill of bringing them home to read.
I have a reader. A real live reader. Somebody pinch me!
By the way, the scene up top would never really happen. Joy hates talking to strange adults. I can't really blame her; I'm not crazy about it either.
Librarian or Teacher, looking at Joy's armful of books teetering nearly above her head: My, that's a lot of books! Are you going to read all of them?
Joy: Yes, all by myself.
L or T: Really? How old are you?
Joy: I will be five in November.
L or T: And you can already read all those books by yourself? How did you learn to read so young?
Joy: I got bored.
End scene.
This kid, she amazes me. I really did start to teach her to read simply because she was bored. Bored to the point where she was getting into trouble out of frustration. She struggled a bit at first because it didn't click immediately (and because I was an idiot and thought I could teach her with easy readers and flash cards - I'm sure that's all some people need, but I am a lousy teacher and needed a curriculum), but we persevered (all of us - Joy and I did the official school books, but Carl would sit down and patiently work with her through regular books, even letting her read the bedtime stories sometimes), and then, ever so slowly, it started to come together. She would recognize one word when she saw it, then two. Then five. Then she could put together sentences. Then she started figuring out the whole "sound it out" business.
Yesterday afternoon, I walked through the living room and paused. Joy was curled up on the couch with "Mr. Putter and Tabby Pour the Tea," which we had borrowed from the library last week and hadn't had a chance to read together yet, and she was reading it. Out loud. By herself. Sounding out the words she didn't know. Getting some of them wrong, but more of them right. Going back to re-read a sentence that she hadn't added the proper emphasis to before. Immersed in her own world.
I very nearly burst into tears.
She finished that and picked up "Sam and the Firefly," another library book, and read through that. Then she read through "Go Dog. Go!" She had to take a bathroom break partway through that one, and I sat in Carl's study and listened as she read all the books we keep in there for the littles to look at while they use the potty (leftover habit from the days they were potty-training).
I quite honestly had a lump in my throat the rest of the evening. Reading has shaped my life, my very nature, for as long as I can remember. It has been one of the deepest desires of my heart that my children share the same passion and love for the written word as I have. Seeing this love take root in Joy is one of the most rewarding moments in parenthood I've had thus far.
She's reading. My kid is reading.
It still blows my mind.
Now I just have to keep from going absolutely crazy on Amazon and buying every easy reader I can find. I just want to shower her with ALL THE BOOKS IN THE WORLD, but that's what libraries are for, and I don't want to deprive her of one of my other deep-set joys, which is finding those amazing books at the library, and the thrill of bringing them home to read.
Taken first thing this morning after she came downstairs. Please ignore the mound of clean laundry next to her. It was a long weekend.
I have a reader. A real live reader. Somebody pinch me!
By the way, the scene up top would never really happen. Joy hates talking to strange adults. I can't really blame her; I'm not crazy about it either.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Obligatory Start of School Year Post
"So Louise," you say, "What have you been up to lately?"
Funny you should ask!
I don't know if I've mentioned here before our plan to teach our littles at home. Our main reason for this is that both Carl and I feel that a classical education, or some form thereof, is going to give them the best tools for learning and growing their entire life. And that is not something that one can find in any public schools, or even most private. I love the holistic way classical education works, showing how everything is interconnected, I love that it teaches how to learn, instead of just imparting facts, I love, love, love that it gives them Latin at a young age so that they have a good solid base for almost any other language they want to learn in later years.
So. Yesterday I started preschool with Joy. It wasn't in our original plan to do preschool at all - I have a rather Montessori approach to schooling for really little kids, in theory at least, that they learn best through unstructured play and exploring their world.
But Joy? She gets bored with unstructured play. And she really loves doing projects, or sitting down and practicing letters, or anything of that sort. So last year I bought a few workbooks just to see if she would like them, and she ate them up. So this year I firmly put my child's individual preference ahead of my ideals and theories, and we are doing preschool. I ordered more workbooks from the same company (Kumon, in case anyone is curious - I know they don't work for everyone, but they seem practically made for Joy), bought some flashcards (which she likes almost as much as the workbooks), and typed up a weekly schedule for her. We haven't dived right into the new schedule yet, still using some of our other books (Hooked on Phonics, which she likes but doesn't find anywhere near as challenging and satisfying as the Kumon books) because I'm still missing one workbook which I thought I had but ended up having to order ...
But this isn't about my absent-mindedness, although I suspect we'll possibly have an episode like that every year. Joy is so happy to be "doing school" every day, and although I am emphatically not a natural teacher, I love seeing her blossom almost overnight with this new schedule.
I even wrote out a goal list of things I want to see Joy accomplish this year - both academic and personal, because for me, school is about so much more than just training the mind, but about developing healthy lifestyle habits as well. Which is why "explore new ideas" is one item on the list, as well as "learn to write name," "learn to count to 100," and "learn to control temper" (I suspect that one will go on the goal list Every Single Year); and "skate forward and backward" (figure skating is our PE!) is right next to "learn music" (yes, that one is vague, but I'm still not sure what we'll be doing for music. Joy insists she wants to learn banjo, but I'm thinking we might need to start with something more basic, first). Education! It's so much more than readin', writin', and 'rithmetic.
Grace, I suspect, will be my Montessori kid, which also ought to be fun, especially once I've gotten used to Joy's learning style and have to retrain myself all over again to figure out what works best for Gracie, but I am adapting as I need, and the reward of my kid's beaming face as she finishes up the last of last year's workbooks before starting the new is enough for me.
Funny you should ask!
I don't know if I've mentioned here before our plan to teach our littles at home. Our main reason for this is that both Carl and I feel that a classical education, or some form thereof, is going to give them the best tools for learning and growing their entire life. And that is not something that one can find in any public schools, or even most private. I love the holistic way classical education works, showing how everything is interconnected, I love that it teaches how to learn, instead of just imparting facts, I love, love, love that it gives them Latin at a young age so that they have a good solid base for almost any other language they want to learn in later years.
So. Yesterday I started preschool with Joy. It wasn't in our original plan to do preschool at all - I have a rather Montessori approach to schooling for really little kids, in theory at least, that they learn best through unstructured play and exploring their world.
But Joy? She gets bored with unstructured play. And she really loves doing projects, or sitting down and practicing letters, or anything of that sort. So last year I bought a few workbooks just to see if she would like them, and she ate them up. So this year I firmly put my child's individual preference ahead of my ideals and theories, and we are doing preschool. I ordered more workbooks from the same company (Kumon, in case anyone is curious - I know they don't work for everyone, but they seem practically made for Joy), bought some flashcards (which she likes almost as much as the workbooks), and typed up a weekly schedule for her. We haven't dived right into the new schedule yet, still using some of our other books (Hooked on Phonics, which she likes but doesn't find anywhere near as challenging and satisfying as the Kumon books) because I'm still missing one workbook which I thought I had but ended up having to order ...
But this isn't about my absent-mindedness, although I suspect we'll possibly have an episode like that every year. Joy is so happy to be "doing school" every day, and although I am emphatically not a natural teacher, I love seeing her blossom almost overnight with this new schedule.
I even wrote out a goal list of things I want to see Joy accomplish this year - both academic and personal, because for me, school is about so much more than just training the mind, but about developing healthy lifestyle habits as well. Which is why "explore new ideas" is one item on the list, as well as "learn to write name," "learn to count to 100," and "learn to control temper" (I suspect that one will go on the goal list Every Single Year); and "skate forward and backward" (figure skating is our PE!) is right next to "learn music" (yes, that one is vague, but I'm still not sure what we'll be doing for music. Joy insists she wants to learn banjo, but I'm thinking we might need to start with something more basic, first). Education! It's so much more than readin', writin', and 'rithmetic.
Grace, I suspect, will be my Montessori kid, which also ought to be fun, especially once I've gotten used to Joy's learning style and have to retrain myself all over again to figure out what works best for Gracie, but I am adapting as I need, and the reward of my kid's beaming face as she finishes up the last of last year's workbooks before starting the new is enough for me.
Hope this wasn't too boring for you all to read! I promise, I will do a writing-related post soon. How many of you sent your kids off to school this week, or started school at home? Were your kids excited or dreading the school year? If you do homeschool, do you follow a particular method, and if so, why? Are you super-impressed by my not-quite four-year-old's ability to mostly color within the lines?
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