As I am cleaning, I come across old pieces of writing that evoke significant memories. This is a good one. I think it may be a children's book sometime in the future. I wrote it before I was a Math/Science specialist, I think. As I recall, I used to do a writing lesson called Extraordinary Stories. I wanted the kids to share, and I wanted it to be a safe space, (there may have been a bully in the class I was worried about) so I wrote this to get that idea across. Here it is:
Before I leave to Guam, I wanted to have my living area in some kind of order. (Yeah, because my sister is coming to visit my mom when I'm gone and I didn't want her to see my mess.) It was a mess for a couple of reasons. One, I was a teacher so a bit of a packrat, and I had some boxes that I had brought home from school that still needed to be sorted out. Two, I have an aspiration to be a collage artist, so I would save random stuff thinking it would be good for collage.
This is what I have been working on, pretty much like a full-time job since January. It's done and available on Amazon! The story of how this came to be can be traced to adolescent angst while I was growing up in Guam.
My fascinating, soulful daughter Dance hosts a radio show on Guam called Soul Sessions on Guam Public Radio, their time Saturday from 7 to 9 pm, and our time Friday from 11 - 1, live streamed. When I was working, I was so exhausted on Friday, that I had to set my alarm to wake me up to listen in, and then I would go in and out of sleep throughout the show.
Last week, I wrote two letters to the editor of West Hawaii Today and one of them got published. I do not know why the first one didn't, but their policy is that publication s not guaranteed. Both were about education, which I guess is my hot button issue, understandably. I do care about other things, but I guess I write about education because I know it so well. Here is the first letter, followed by a link to the one that got published.
I guess I haven't written much about this thing that has been consuming my life for the last month or so. When I lived in Guam in the 80s, I wrote, developed, and produced a play, Pulani. It was a great experience, something in my life that I am very proud of. When I was in Guam last summer, I wrote a proposal to the Arts Council to do it again, and in October found out that we had gotten the grant.
I have turned the story of my play, Pulani, into a story poem. When I laid it out on a dummy, I saw it was going to be 48 pages, which is longer that a typical 24 or 32 page picture book. I am on page 36, so I am almost done.
A few months ago, I purchased a Vitamix. Sure, I could have got a cheaper brand, but I was impressed with the Costco demo. It was not an impulse buy because I was sold on it a few months before I bought it. I told myself that I would buy it next time the demo came to Costco. And that is what happened.
Diane Aoki is a writer who explores other modes of creativity as her intuition leads her.
... a blog to make sense of the world through writing and acts of creativity, to reflect on and respond to the crazy world in which we live. Can beauty, creativity, compassion, and activism emerge from this tension?