Monthly Archives: January 2016

Sunday January 3, 2016

My son, Aaron, really did stick his tongue to the school flagpole. A frantic teacher called me and I ran to the school in time to see one of the staff trying to pour hot coffee down the flagpole to warm it up. Another said to just pull him off, so I worked at his tongue, which was stretched like an elastic, and his teacher pulled him. With an "OUCH!" he was finally free. I thought he’d be upset, but Aaron was quite proud. When he’d stopped nursing his sore tongue, he happily pointed to the pole where a number of small, fuzzy spots marked battles with other frozen tongues. "Here’s Cathy, and here’s Bryan, and here’s…" I guess it’s a rite of passage: every kid has to see if the warning has merit…and every generation discovers that it does.

Wednesday January 6, 2015

Lynn’s Notes:

I wanted to see this situation through Lawrence’s eyes, to put myself in his position. A male child with a problem like this on his hands gave me an ample fantasy workout. Would I be able to write and draw a believable situation? Would a reader Lawrence’s age accept the dialogue and the expressions as true to life, or would he say, "It’s an adult pretending to know how a kid feels"?

Thursday January 7, 2016

Lynn’s Notes:

Writing for Lawrence was much more difficult than writing for Connie. As a single mother, I had gone through the same situation. I had a strong sense of what she was going through. Coming up with light-hearted quips while dealing with a serious situation, saved this storyline from becoming maudlin and preachy. As in all great personal upheaval, a sense of humour is essential — the best tool in your survival pack!

Saturday January 9, 2016

I’ve often thought I was part of a vast and complicated video game wherein the players directed my life in the craziest ways–giving me challenges I could never have imagined for myself. The players would deliver a score depending on the way I behaved under stress. Another challenging aspect to the game is that I won’t know what the score is until I leave the planet. I just hope that the ultimate winner is me!

Thursday January 14, 2016

Talking about a parent who is no longer a part of the family is really difficult. My first husband was never there for my son. Over the years this has all been resolved, but when Aaron was young, it was important to talk openly and honestly about what had happened without prejudice and without assigning blame. I used to wonder when I’d feel like a grown up. Handling this issue made me grow up fast.

Sunday January 17, 2016

I went to visit Farley Mowat not long after the movie "Never Cry Wolf" had been released. It was based on a book Farley had written about his experience in Canada’s north where, as a naturalist, he lived with wolves to see if they truly were the menace man believes them to be. He lived the way they live. He ate what they ate. In one scene, he is eating raw, wild mice; one of the most memorable parts of the movie. When I asked Farley if he really DID eat mice, he smiled and said, "My dear, I’m a writer. If something didn’t happen, it SHOULD have."

This is the long way of telling you that what Elizabeth is doing in this Sunday strip never happened but it should have. Watching Katie open and pour a can of apple juice, I thought: If she’d made multiple openings, the scene might just have gone just like this.

Sunday January 24, 2016

Strips like this allowed me to vent to the fullest: to really let my feelings out. It was great to write, wonderful to draw, and then joyfully sent to the syndicate. When it was finally released in the papers, I had a chance to feel good all over again! I knew that letters would come from moms all over the place telling me I was right on track. Yeah. The strip, sometimes based on fantasy, made real life easier for me.