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.
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.
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.