Imagination Headed For The Endangered Species List

Today’s post is going to be slightly off topic. Just slightly. But it is also going to be the most important post I’ve ever written. This rant has been forming for a few years now, but it took a little nudge from a column I read this past weekend to get me to finally commit my thoughts to the blogosphere.

Sunday’s New York Times ran a humorous opinion column by Jon Methven on the disappearing art of daydreaming and how we would all be much healthier in body and spirit if we occasionally indulged. As writers, you daydream. I know you do. Writers must daydream or nothing would ever be written. It is where we mine our imaginations and discover new characters and stories.

But, sadly, over the past five years or so I have met many, many people who have no imagination and cannot understand the meaning of imagination, what it is, why it is good, or what a person should do with it. And they rarely daydream, in the way you and I might daydream. These people have all been seven or eight years old. They have been my second grade students. And they are missing that integral piece of humanity and most importantly of childhood: imagination.

In his column Methven points to our plugged-in society, always connected to technology, as one reason for the current dearth of daydreaming. Think about it. When we stand in line at the store we don’t let our minds wander to places unknown, no, we take out our phones and check our email, or text someone, or try to kill little piggies with flying birds. And as sad as that is, with our adult, fully formed brains, it is much more frightening when it is our young children with their still-forming brains.

I know from listening to my students that playing outside is a rare occurrence. Playing a make-believe game more rare. Sitting and staring into space and wondering what is on the other side of the end of the universe? Never. They are too busy playing the latest video games. They are always plugged in. And when they aren’t plugged in they are being shuttled to soccer, dance lessons, scouts, Chinese lessons, karate class, piano lessons, baseball, art class, the list goes on. THEY HAVE NO DOWN TIME!

This lack of imagination started showing up during writing lessons, about five or six years ago. I’ve always prided myself with giving my students exciting, fun writing prompts. For years my students would write and write about the prompt, weaving together wonderful stories they were proud to share. But not today. Now I’m met with a chorus of “I don’t know what to write!” Or worse yet, children who simply sit and stare at the paper, utterly confused by the concept of using their imaginations to create a story.

So, I would sit with individual students and ask questions that I hoped would spark some creativity. I’d ask lots of What If questions. Or Have You Ever questions. But, no. Nothing would work.

While imagination is necessary for the creative arts like writing, it is also necessary for all of the sciences that improve our lives. Scientists of every type help save lives, improve lives, and protect lives by asking What If questions. By using their fertile imaginations. By daydreaming.

For today’s children to grow up and become the people who find the cure for cancer, or end global warming, or discover ways to feed our world’s growing population, or write the Great American Novel they must possess rich imaginations. They must learn to sit and wonder. To think. To play make-believe. And for that to happen the adults in their lives must provide the time to allow thinking, wondering, questioning. The adults must unplug their children and stop overscheduling them.

A few years back I started ending every Back To School Night speech with my talk about avoiding overscheduling children. I had seen plenty of stressed out little children who had a hard time focusing in school, and I simply had to tell the parents what their well-meaning super-scheduling was doing to their children.

But now I see it as reaching crisis level. I fear imagination is becoming endangered by our children’s overuse of technology, eg. video games, and by overscheduling their precious little free time.

If you made it to the end of this rant, you know I feel very strongly about this issue. Please send this link to parents you think may benefit from the message. Bring up the topic at dinner tonight. Mention it at Tommy’s baseball game tomorrow. Please just spread the word.

Thank you.

From Inception to Rejection...to Contract!

Practice: to perform or work at repeatedly so as to become proficient

Fledgling writers sometimes have to be pushed from the nest whether or not they feel adequately prepared for the world of writing and publishing, and certainly before they feel the least bit proficient. Working my way through the steps I’d prescribed for myself and my ‘practice novel’ I had no idea of it actually seeing the light of day. But that all changed quickly a few weeks ago.

After my second very kind and encouraging rejection for the ‘practice novel’, I looked at the advice of the second rejecting editor and used some of it to improve my manuscript. I liked it better and I thought another editor might just like it too. So off it went for one last submission, and I had absolutely made up my mind that this was the last time. After all, this novel was for the learning experience, and with this last polishing and submission I felt it was time to move onto the next experience, the next manuscript. (And there are two or three others sitting on my computer in various states of completion.)

I was surprised and pleased when I received a request for a full. Sent it off, hoping for the best, but expecting nothing. While it sat in someone’s computer on the other side of the country I had a lot going on in my own personal and professional lives that kept me distracted and busy. Little time was spent wondering about the novel. Instead I was preparing myself to say good-bye to two dear friends who were both moving out of state within weeks of one another, and was wrapping up a long-time career as a full-time teacher—I will substitute in the future. Everything in my life was very emotion-laden and my little book was the furthest thing from my mind.

So, when I saw the email from Soul Mate Publishing in my inbox, I knew I was receiving the inevitable rejection. Now, in the spirit of full and complete disclosure, there may have been some squealing and screaming when I opened the email from Debby Gilbert, senior editor, and read that she wanted to offer me a contract for THE VAMPIRE’S PASSION!! I quickly reassured my husband that no one had died or had been involved in a horrible accident. God bless him—he told me he knew this was going to happen, that this was the time. He wasn’t the least bit surprised.

Now the Fledgling Writer is getting to learn about contracts, and bio-writing, and editing, etc. The timing couldn’t be better. And I’ll be posting about the many things I learn along the way. Because, after all, this is all about the learning experience.

Oh, and, my book is going to be published!!

Happy writing!