Why should I celebrate my dad?
- I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for him (!)
- He’s told me about God for as long as I can remember.
- I know I am a princess, because Daddy said so.
- He taught me everything I know (except for Home Ec., introvert-coping, and all the other things Mom taught me instead).
- What he doesn’t know that can’t be easily referenced from Wikipedia probably isn’t worth knowing.
- He makes me laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Oh, boy.
- If I need him, he will come…time and distance no object. Literally.
- So many computer games I would have never seen without him…
- Did I mention he’s wildly in love with my mother? My future husband has some expectations to live up to…
- Don’t tell Dad about the problem unless you want him to fix it – or buy you something. He loves to buy people things.
- We’ve never had a TV in our house, and we never missed it. Dad is the news, the sit-com, the reality show, the late night talk show, the skit team, and the weather channel – and for commercials we have youtube. (And, yes, he does have different accents for all those!)
- He is the self-declared “worst influence in my life”.
- I have a website designer, IT trouble-shooter, network technician, netiquette consultant, and device-whisperer in-house. He fixes my problems because I am his precious little princess.
- ALL MY STORY PROBLEMS GO AWAY WHEN I TALK TO HIM. Now, remembering the brilliant solutions he gave me when it comes time to write is another thing…
- One of the reasons I write about fathers is that not everybody could have my dad as a father, but they can have God as a father and that’s even better! But it’s hard for dads to be the superheroes they were built to be, and maybe having role models in fiction will help them, and their kids. (Maybe.)
Whatever the big, scary thing is, I know my daddy will protect me. That’s what daddies do. And if he can’t – because the thing is inside me – he’ll do the next best thing: take it to our Father in Heaven (who is even more big and awesome than anything you’ve ever seen!).
Thanks, Dad. Love you lots – but you loved me, first.
Let me tell you a story. It’s a story about a story.
July 6, 2009, is the date I have recorded that the story first emerged as recognizably itself:
How we did story-boarding in the dark ages.
A human prince – Eris – is banished and branded, but accompanied on his wanderings by his elf and dwarf best friends.
As I usually do, I took the seed to my dad, who is an expert in taking my infantile premises and giving them plots. We began working with this prince (whose name comes from the dwarf planet at the edges of the solar system) and soon discovered why he was branded (to allow them to send him through a portal into regions unknown), what his supposed crime was, and a few other details.
I struggled and thrashed my way through a draft (at that immature stage of my author-hood, I was much more a “pantser” AKA making it up as I went along AKA begging Dad to get me unstuck after every scene) until the plot was complete, and the draft was about 85% complete. I had travel brochures for two of the fantasy worlds (that’s called procrastinating). I even had a cover idea!
Back when I didn’t know about proper cover dimensions…
Then I let it drop. Continue reading
- With the help of the Lord, she “brought me forth”.
- Since before I understood English, she has taught me about Jesus.
- She has taught me everything I know (except for Latin, ‘Eighties Culture, and sundry other things).
- She is my companion, my confidante, my best friend, role model, educator, project buddy, mentor, and encourager.
- She has a magic touch with little kids. You know those princesses in movies who can talk with the animals? My mom works strange and wonderful things with toddlers and babies.
- It’s not just me, either! This woman does it all — dirty work, hungry families, unwatched children, messy rooms, late-night overtime, the soiled laundry of half-blind old people…whatever the disaster is, my mom is there, up to her elbows in helping. In the dictionary next to “hard worker,” they’ve put her picture (much to her chagrin, as she doesn’t like her picture taken).
- Is it any wonder she’s the pattern for all my female characters? (Except for the bland or ditzy ones – those are me.)
- She gave me my looks 🌷
- No matter what the situation, no matter where I am, I know my mom is in my corner, and will give me solid advice (even if I don’t like it).
Feel free to disagree, but like it or not my mom is the best there is. The best.
(She will hate this whole post because she doesn’t like being talked about 😉)
Love you, Mom. Thanks for being you, and making me who I am.
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