I am a country girl, born and raised. I rather live in the middle of nowhere with my animals and a decent sized garden. I don’t really care much about the latest and greatest whatever is on the market, nor do I care about status symbols. Simply put, I’m a simple girl. My darling husband, however, is not. He is a tried and true city boy who loves new gadgets and doesn’t want to miss out on anything. We get a long pretty well despite our differences but the one thing that we tend to class over is city vs country. I loath cities, while he dreams of them. Over my Christmas break, we spent a week with his family in New Jersey, just a short drive away from NYC. On Christmas they decided that they wanted to go walk around the city and see the tree and other touristy things. I groaned and went along. Now this isn’t my first major metropolitan city. I was stationed in DC where I met my husband. That area only further cemented my dislike for cities. But New York City is different. I don’t know what it is but I actually liked it. My husband smiled smugly stating that we were going to move closer. I shutter at the thought but in the same breath think that it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea. Oh dear lord, what am I going to do!
Jesus, I’m so happy this month is finally over. I have been running on fumes since Thanksgiving. My novel had taken the back burner to my job, which feeds my feelings of inadequacy, family obligations and the anniversary of my grandmother’s death. All a potent mixture that drags me down into my own personal tar pit. But now that the holiday season is winding down, and I had a few days to myself, I can breath easy again.
Now, I’m not the type of person who makes new years resolutions. I don’t really see the need in trying to commit to something new just because the year started over. I try to work on myself throughout the year. With that being said, the one goal that I made for myself this year (yes I know I just said I didn’t do these things) is to find more balance in my life. I’m one of those people to always bites off more that they can chew. I love trying new things and my house is often littered with half finished projects that often get pushed to the side when my life becomes crazy. Unfortunately, my job (special education teacher) means that my life will always be crazy. I need to find some semblance of balance with all the loves in my life.
On that note, I wish you all a Happy New Year! Here’s hoping it will be better than the last.
Another lifetime ago, I was a Marine. I know they say once a Marine, always a Marine but as the years increase between my time in and now it becomes harder to still feel like one. The one thing that hasn’t changed is that I still talk to may of the people I served with.
Yesterday I got a message from one of my friends from my last duty station. She has been a long time supporter of my writing career and a constant cheerleader and critic. Like so many veterans, she suffers from PTSD. She deals with it by helping other service members work through theirs. This girl is amazing and is a source of inspiration.
Any who, she asked me to ghost write her story for her. And I instantly said yes. I mean how could I say no. I’m a little nervous because I’ve never done anything like this before but she has the utmost faith and all I can do is try. She said I was her first choice when the idea came to her.
Now I can help the person who has helped so many learn to live with or defeat their demons. Let’s go Team Liz!!!!
A few weeks ago (I’ve been terrible about posting regularly) I received a book in the mail that I didn’t order. At first I was confused and a little worried. Had someone ordered something using my card and forgot to change the mailing address? Was this a gift from one of my relatives who are notorious for randomly sending me things? Was I buying books in my sleep? Of course my husband, who called to tell me about the book, was no help at all.
Well as it turned out it was none of the above. Every now and again I sign up for a Goodreads give away. This book was one such book. The give away hadn’t ended and I didn’t receive an email notifying me that I won.
It’s an uncorrected proof and it’s free. Plus I will never turn down a book.
Three cheers for surprise books!
This year, I was able to obtain a new teaching position at the school where I already worked at as a teacher assistant. Nearing the end of the first 9 wks, I finally feel comfortable. The first three weeks felt like pure hell and I didn’t feel like a teacher at all. But now, I’ve found my groove and things have started to settle down. With that being said, many of my projects, including my novel have had to take a seat on the back burner because I needed to focus completely on figuring out just how in the world was I going to work this teaching gig. But I think I have it mostly figured out so it’s time to get back at it.
I wish I could share the pictures of my kids with you guys, they are something else. But I have to respect their privacy. However, they are the cutest little demons I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. ha ha
Until next time ppl!
A last week, I finished the finally bits of writing for my latest novel Time of Prophecy. Since completion, I’ve had to set up my classroom, prepare for open house, and been in one beginning of the year meeting after another. With everything being as crazy as it is, my novel as sat gathering dust. At first I was buried under crippling guilt until I realized that I finished writing ahead of schedule. I can take a week off to get my life back in order and still be able to meet my dead lines.
But come September 4th, I have to carve out some time to do my final edit so I can send the manuscript off to the editor on time. Wish me luck!
For whatever reason, I’m drawn to non-fiction books. Normally I avoid those types of books like the plague. Now don’t get me wrong, I love history…I just don’t like reading about it. But apparently, that has changed. I blame the musical Hamilton. I’ve been listening to the soundtrack for months nearly non-stop. I also love learning about Colonial America. Well now I’m reading the biography that inspired the musical and because of that, the flood gates have opened. I’m adding non-fiction books left and right.
But you know what? I love reading and learning. I think it’s high time that I branch out into the fascinating world of non-fiction. Either way, I’ll be happy.