I don't have any children. That used to make me sad. I began writing children's stories for a friend who taught preschool. As a result, a little pink bear named Bianca Bear was born. She really is like my baby. I was very protective of her stories. So protective in fact, that when an editor told me that if I ripped the stories apart and re-wrote my entire manuscript, I'd have a better chance of getting a mainstream publishing deal. I couldn't imagine ripping my manuscript apart and starting over. I self-published. Good or bad, it was the choice I made. Bianca Bear is an example of what a true friend is. She's loyal, helpful and supportive of her friends.
Fifty years from now, if someone stumbles across a copy of THE BUSY WORLD OF BIANCA BEAR, (or finds her blog on the Internet) I hope they don't think it's corny. I think the lessons in the book of friendship, bravery, sharing and love are timeless. I hope they never become obsolete.
I started this blog for fun. Just to see if I could write something on a regular basis that would be of interest to people. I learned its true purpose very quickly. Its purpose is to inform and educate others on the issues and challenges people with disabilities face. I wanted to share a bit of my life with you as well. I have gotten many positive comments.. This blog is the most important thing I have ever done. I'll keep writing about the things that are important to me personally, as well as issues that affect the disabled community. I hope you'll keep reading..
Fifty years from now, I hope all the barriers to disabled people leading full and productive lives have been broken. I hope that people who read this blog will see how far people with disabilities have come.
I used to worry that I hadn't done anything that mattered in my life. I know now that my writing is my contribution. My writing is my legacy.