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.
When I was in my teen’s my favorite show was Gilmore Girls. I have many a fond memory of my mother and I curled up on the couch watching the show. I often dreamed of being like Rory. She was smart, funny, and very much her own person. While surfing around the internet one day I came across a list of books from my favorite tv show. The list had every book ever mentioned on the show. Now, of course a few of them aren’t real but the vast majority are. So I have decided to embark on a new challenge…to read the entire list if plausible. I copied the list and printed it out. Then I went over it to see if I could already check off some books. About ten down only 380 some more to go!
This past fourth, my husband and I made the trek up to New Jersey to spend a week with his family. His grandma had flown in from Russian and that was the first time she had seem my hubby since he left 13 yrs ago. It was a fun trip. I would have more but the other pics are under my hubby’s google account and I cant’ remember the password.
I’m a little scared of heights but love Ferris wheels