Why I Write What I Write

I’ve been asked why I enjoy writing dramas. I think the most logical answer is that I’ve never been good at figuring out “whodunit” in movies and books. As I sit and watch a movie with my husband, who has awesome predicting skills, I cringe when he says “BANG”, before we even see that the actor had a gun. I hate when he does that. But I like it, too, when he tells me what led him to that conclusion. Sometimes it was just a good guess, but I just keep telling him how smart he is. So now, as I write, I want to see if I can be unpredictable.

I was also asked why I always have two recurring topics in every story:

  1. Christianity

  2. The Deaf Community

The first one is simple: I’m a Christian and love to tell about it. I don’t have a problem saying that without God, I have nothing. And because of Him, I have everything I could possibly need. Do I have everything I want? That depends on how you look at it. As the Apostle Paul said in Philippians 4: 11b

“I have learned to be content with whatever the circumstances.”

Sure there are things I’d like to have, but only He knows if they’re good for me. I’m happy to settle with what He gives me. I’m rich in God’s love, but only because I choose to accept it along with all the blessings He has bestowed upon me. Does that mean I have no problems? That I will face no trials? No! it means that whatever the circumstances, God will carry me.  Someone once said (author unknown)

“If God brings you to it, He’ll bring you through it.” 

I strongly believe that quote. I also love a good clean story. I don’t read profanity nor will I put it in my writing.  Period. Simple, isn’t it?

The second is just as simple: I’ve been involved with the Deaf community for twenty years. I always wanted to work with Deaf children, but God had another plan. Let me backtrack a little.

I was always fascinated with languages. Born and raised in a small French community in Quebec, I learned English at a very young age. I had a friend who only spoke English, while I only spoke French. Amazing how children communicate without knowing each other’s language. By the time I got to High School, I wasn’t fluent but could carry on a decent conversation. I also took two years of Spanish in High School. Some asked why.

First because I love learning languages. Second, I always had a hard time with mathematics and knew I’d never pass Chemistry and Physics because it deals too much with numbers.

A few years later, for the fun of it, I learned American Sign Language (ASL). Little did I know the impact it would have on my life.

At church, one Sunday morning in 1990, my son (then 11 years old), introduced me to his friend’s mother. After a brief introduction, he ran down the hall to his Bible Study class. But half way there, he turned around and called out to me, “Oh Mom, I forgot to tell you, she’s Deaf. See you later.” The little bit I’d learned, just for fun, was not enough for me to communicate in her language. But she had enough residual hearing and she could speak, enough to communicate with me in my language. It didn’t take me long to realize how much I wanted to learn this language, but this time, for real. I became involved with the Deaf ministry of our church (and still am). It is very rewarding. I took classes in Signed Exact English (SEE) as well as American Sign Language (ASL) so I could communicate with the people in our Deaf ministry. Twenty years later, some have come, some have moved away, others have gone to be with the Lord, but I’m still very much a part of that ministry. Over the years, I’ve grown to love these people so much.

Some of the events in my stories are based on my own experiences. But the bulk of the story is fiction. All characters, cities/towns, places, businesses, etc are fictitious. I use the name of our Canadian Provinces to give the reader a sense of reality. About ninety percent of my story is of the drama genre. The rest is romance. Got to have some of that in there somewhere.

Right now, as I look at the clock, ticking away whatever is left of July 31, (and the timer on this website is actually 3 hours ahead) I’m still wondering what to do tomorrow, August 1.  As said in yesterday’s post, I can either start writing a new story or edit the one I started last year. I think I’ll write…. or should I edit? Decision – decisions – decisions!


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