My name is Celia
I am a character in a new novel (or series) for young readers.
I can’t believe I’m doing this - I don’t like my life being the centre of attention (argh), however I imagine my story is a good one – it certainly was an interesting one for me to go through, to say the least. You see, the book is entitled “Celia’s Garden”, so I don’t have much choice.
Starting out, I am sure of only three things – that mushrooms stink, school is boring, and my parents are weird and don’t know me very well. Oh, and I love blogging, spending time in the garden and drawing flowers. People don’t bother me in my happy places. Flowers amaze me – they’re beautiful and fragile, yet they keep growing and blooming and changing. They are not afraid. So I am not afraid, though my “therapist” says that is because I won’t admit it. If I told you everything my Brain Doc says you would probably want to run away like my father. So I won’t. Cool? I can manage – I am fiercely independent, like a rose bush – ha – thorns and all. Can we talk about something else?
My mother is ok, she is very pretty and I love spending time with her, when she is not drinking wine at my stepfather, who is never home. He also drinks a lot, and he spends a lot of time working. I sometimes wonder if he thinks about us, and other times he’s pretty cool to me (when he’s home). Whatever. Sometimes my mother and I garden together. Sometimes I feel that I can’t even reach her, like she is not even there… helllllllloooooooo!. and other times we laugh and have a very cool time just being, you know?
How do I feel about all this? You’ll see. I don’t feel, at least at the beginning. I consider my insides a garden that I tend, and it is off limits to others, including you. However, through the various people that cycle through my life, and my experiences at school, at home, and abroad, I learn to understand that feeling is essential for me to bloom and grow. Kicking and screaming at first….
Man, this sounds a bit depressing – however you’ll see that there is no boredom in my life, and there are a lot of fun times. A virtual roller coaster – a lot of ups with the downs. And it ends in a happier place. Not that the roller coaster goes away, but that I notice the ups more, and I create fewer downs in my own skull – sometimes I swear that my brain should be for entertainment purposes only – does that make any sense?
You see, I learn to realize that I am a flower in the much larger garden called life. God’s garden – He created me to do something special, and, I think to tell you my story. I finally found a place where I belong in this crazy messed up world. Still a little quirky, though, I have eccentricities that I prefer to keep.
Later. Hope you like it. Mushrooms still stink.
PS: Contact this guy if you are interested in learning more….
Author: Terry Hamer
6335 Marine Drive E, Burnaby, BC,Canada V3N 2Y4