Reading was my escape as a child. My parents got a divorce when I was in second
grade and I guess I used to get lost in a book to escape my changing family
landscape. I started with E.B. White
books, moved onto Beverly Cleary and then Judy Blume. I devoured each and every book the author had
written. As I got older, I even “borrowed”
my mom’s Danielle Steele books when she wasn’t looking.
I loved living in another world for a short
time while I turned the pages. I loved
the feel and smell of a library book and my library card was the coolest thing
I ever owned.
In between books, I started to write. First, it was a lot of simple diary entries
like:
Dear
Diary,
I
can’t believe so and so was so mean to me today at recess.
I am not walking to school with her
tomorrow.
Yours, Julie
My issues got bigger as my life went
on. Most of my diaries focused on boys
and random crushes. But they also talked
about my dad and my very tenuous relationship with him. Then I branched out into poetry as my feelings
got more complex. I found as a young
girl, words were the only way I could make sense of my life and my feelings.
When I was in ninth grade, my English
teacher asked us to write a fairy tale.
It was the only high school writing assignment that I can remember and
that I still have. I wrote and
illustrated a tale and received an A++ on it.
My dad kept it and I was lucky enough to find it two and a half years
ago when I was going through his things after he died.
Finding that fairy tale was the sign that I
needed that told me to keep on writing.
My dad was my biggest cheerleader where my writing was concerned. Our relationship had its ups and downs but we
were very close during his last few years.
He made it no secret that I should write. I think he was giving me one of his dreams
that he never saw to fruition but it fit because writing had been my passion
for decades already.
When he died, I started my blog. And I
started work on my first novel. His
death unleashed something in me, an honesty I didn’t know existed before. Writing in a public forum is scary and
overwhelming but the rewards have outweighed the drawbacks. My kids enjoy it…sometimes. After every crazy thing that takes place in
our family, someone says, “Are you going to blog about that Mom?” Chances are
pretty high the answer is yes.
When I published my first book last month,
it hurt that my dad would never hold it in his hands. But I have to believe that he is out there
smiling down on me and somehow reading my words.
For more on Julie, check out:
Julie's website HERE
Perfect Mamas Blog HERE
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