My Three Penned Books

The three books that I have proudly written are titled :

• My Own Thoughts In My Own Words
• The Joyful Feelings Of Christmas
• As We Pray

My first book "My Own Thoughts In My Own Words" is a collection of poems and short stories that I have written over the years since my high school days and my college years. They are mostly about my thoughts on my favorite things such as God, nature, relationships/friendships, and good feelings. I also wrote about some hardships and broken dreams. In that book I state that writing is like an adventure to me, I never know where I will end up.  

The second book that I wrote, "The Joyful Feelings Of Christmas" is a bunch of short stories I penned on the subject of one of my favorite holidays.  This holiday has always been magical to me so I wanted to somehow capture that magic. I talked about nature, old memories, my spiritual joys and thoughts around Christmas.  I even included a poem I wrote to an old boyfriend. Once I started writing this book, the words just seems to flow. I had fun.

"As We Pray" is a devotional and the words just flew from my mind onto the word document pretty much like my second book. I wanted to write "As We Pray" and have it be a simple read. One can choose the topic they want to read about and I made a point not to have it read like a daily one, like so many devotionals are. I always had trouble reading daily devotionals. One can look at the table of contents and choose what they want to read about. This book was a joy to write.

I love writing! I find it relaxing and challenging at the same time.

I will be posting my stories and poems from my three books on this blog, so check back here from time to time and enjoy!

Thank you!

Victoria (Vicky)







    

A little of my story.

This blog is dedicated to the loving memory of my best friend, my heart - Mom.


        I'm Victoria Lynn Cain and this is my very first blog! I am known as Vicky by most people. I have been around for 50 years and I have Cerebral Palsy. I live in the Boston area. I am most proud of my faith in God and my two degrees. I also enjoy the fact that I am a writer and I have penned 3 books! My books are not published, but that's where this blog comes in. I remember when my parents got me my first typewriter, ah yes, the typewriter. It was back in grade school and it opened up a whole new world for me. You see, I was unable to write well by hand due to my CP. It did not hurt me physically as much as it hurt me emotionally. Every time I wrote I had to think about every line I put down on the paper, unlike the writing of most people. When people write, they just pick up a pencil and start writing. So I made the decision to stop writing by hand while in high school.
              Almost immediately after I got my typewriter, I started writing my poems and stories. A whole world opened up for me. A world that I created in my mind finally came out on paper. Writing was beginning to be a real joy for me, it was something I could do and I found out I could write well. I was becoming an artist, an artist of words. 
        I began showing my writing to my mom and dad, teachers and friends. Everyone liked my poems and everyone liked my stories, so I continued to write.  The more I wrote, the more I grew to love what I was creating. I would show my neighbor and friend Ann my writing and she began encouraging me to put my work into a book! It took Ann some time to convince me to go ahead and write this book, that my writing was indeed good enough.   
     

Hello Mom

I miss you every day. My heart aches a little everyday

I long to hear your voice, your laugh

To hear your wisdom right now is just what I need

To know that everything will be alright

If only you could hold my hand and give me a hug

I feel your spirit with me all the time

I love you Mom, hello

That Smile

I walked in the room, my heart pounding. The dreaded feeling is already there, will I always feel like this? God I hate this feeling. I almost fell and they had to steady me. Am I ready? No. But I must do this. There’s no getting out of it. Deep breath. God I hate this. I walked closer. Someone, get me out this! I wish you could. Closer I come. Then, I see you. But wait, what’s this? You, with a smile on your face? A smile! I turned to question someone. No words come from my mouth. “I didn’t do this. The mouth is the hardest thing to place when getting a body ready. No, it wasn’t me.” I turned back to you. That smile, a reassurance. It’s ok, I’m ok, and you will be fine you seem to say. A miracle, some small help from God.  Thank you.