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!!!!
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
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.
Oh dear lord, what a crazy two weeks. I haven’t accomplished anything and yet so much has happened to me.
I’m written up to the climax of my newest novel Time of Prophecy. I decided to take a step back and visually story board it. You see when I write it tends to play out like a movie in my head. If I’m coming up on a complex or difficult scene, I just let it run in my head and gleam information that way. It helps a little. Any who, while I was taking time out for that, the shit hit the proverbial fan…but in a good way.
As many of you may remember, I work as a Teacher’s Assistant in special needs and was working on getting my teaching license. At the end of the last school year I decided that I was going to stay in special needs. I love those kids and I love what I do. So I put out my resume. When I didn’t hear anything back I started to feel discouraged, but then I got a call from my principal. The teacher in the other classroom had left and he since he knew I was looking for a teaching position he offered me hers. YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! I didn’t want to leave the school because I love everyone there and I have an awesome Special needs team. So I have all that craziness going on while I learn about the children I’m responsible for and setting my my classroom.
On top of that, I’m currently recovering from having some cysts removed from my ovaries to see if that will help me and my husband conceive. The incisions still bleed a little when I move around a lot and I’m in the itching phase of healing.
Then, on top of everything else, my husband and I are looking to purchase our first home. The market is tough and it’s proving difficult to find homes in the area we want.
It was only today that I realized that I haven’t even thought of my novel, writing, or anything else for a while now. I have to finish writing before school starts and still go through the final editing stage. I edit as I go.
If you haven’t seen Rise of the Guardians, you should. Not only is it a cute animated movie about childhood, it has some pretty good messages. One of the themes revolves around Jack Frost as he tries to figure out what his center is, the reason why the moon choose him to become a Guardian. Most people spend their entire lives looking for the one thing that makes them who they are. There are a lot of things that make up a person but their center is what pulls all others towards it.
For me, I believe it’s writing. When I’m in front of my computer or scrawling ideas down in my ratty notebook, I feel the surest in my skin. Writing is creating. Writing is teaching. Writing is giving comfort to those who need it. I can’t imagine not doing it and I can’t live without it.
Like I’ve said before, writer’s block is a b****. Today I sat down at my computer and just stared at the page. Nothing. I re-read what I already wrote. Nothing. I tried to do some free writing…nothing. SIGH!
I even BSed around and cleaned up some of the files on my computer but the muses have abandoned me. I wallow in my despair, trying to figure out how in the world did I offend our lovely ladies of the arts and search for the means to get back into their good graces.
I thought about reorganizing my bookcase, but as I stared at it, I realized that the only way to clean it up is to get a new bookcase. Mind you, the top row is double stacked and I have three complete series on top.