Which Way Is Up?

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.

Thank goodness for coffee is all I have to say.

Later folks!

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I really need a bookcase

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.

Beach Trip

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.

Kells

I’m a little scared of heights but love Ferris wheels

Look at this hansom dork

Where’s My Magic Carpet?

For as long as I can remember, there has been this thirst in me to see the world and all its wonders.  I’m not just talking about the ancient structures or the typical tourist things (not that there’s anything wrong with them) but the colorful tapestry that is mankind.  I love experiencing different cultures and learning how they see the world and their place in the universe.  And honestly, I think that’s where we are failing.  I see it on the news and hear it in passing conversations.  There’s too much talk about “them” and not enough about “us”.  No matter where or how you grew up our drives are all the same.  We want a good like for our family and our people.  Ok time for me to get off my soap box.

The main reason why I wanted to post today was because the travel bug has attacked me with a vengeance.  Just recently, my husband’s babushka came to visit all the way from Uzbekistan.  Now for those of you who do not know, Uzbek used to be part of Soviet Russia, so his grandma considers herself Russian.

Any who.

I felt bad not being able to talk to her because I don’t speak Russian and she doesn’t speak English.  Thank goodness for Google Translate.  It may not be 100% correct, but we were able to carry on a small conversation.  By the end of the visit my husband once again broached the subject of getting our passports.  We always talk about getting them but never do anything further (a bad habit of ours) but now, I think, we might finally do it.  There are too many places that I want to see in this world.  Too many things that I want to do and too many new flavors I want to savor.  It’s time and past for me to get a passport, pack my bags, and live like the gypsy that I was always meant to be.

Here’s where I want to go:

Drink a pint in Ireland.

Ride a horse through the Scottish highlands

Marvel at the ruins of Ancient Rome

Sail along the Mediterranean Sea

Be in the Red Square while it snows

Visiting the temples in China

See Mt Everest (I’m not crazy enough to climb it)

Walk where the Pharaohs once walked

Dine on top of the Eiffel Tower

See Stonehenge

That’s not everything but just a small list of the places I want to go to some day.

Until next time my people!

Comparing

I know I am very much guilty of this.  I highly doubt that there is a single person in this world who doesn’t compare themselves to other people.  Sibling rivalry ring a bell?  And honestly I don’t really think it’s all that bad, but I do have to agree that the best person to compare yourself against is you.  We know what we had to overcome to reach where we are.  We simply don’t know that about other people.  They may have gone through hell and back and are now finally on the up swing.

I know that I have made plenty of mistakes and had my fair share of failures, but I’ve gotten over them and am all the better for it.  I’ve come a long way on my path to be a better author, better wife, better person and I know that I’m not done yet.  I’m hella proud of the achievements that I have made.

So stop worrying about what the people around you have.  Instead focus on how you can become a better version of yourself.

 

Love ya!

 

A collection of moments

In the spirit of this pretty little picture and quote I want to talk about my recent trip up to Hanging Rock.  The plan was to go camping for a couple of days and unplug, but that didn’t pan out, so we just went hiking instead.  My husband and I invited my parents (who we were staying with) to come along and they said yes.

We decided to do the water fall trails because they were a little easier and my step father is still recovering from knee surgery.

The trail was nice and I enjoyed being out in the woods.  We reached one of the over hangings and I went up to the edge and sat down on the edge.  I was more than content to just sit there a few moments and relish the coolness of the stone benieth me, coupled with the warmth of the sun and the scent of wet earth.  But my folks wanted to take a couple of pictures and move on.  Oh well, to each their own I suppose.  When we reached the bottom where the water fall was I handed my stuff off to my hubby and climbed down to it.  My mom wanted to know what I was doing and I told her that standing under a waterfall was on my bucket list.  Now, mind you, I pictured it in some tropical location but hey, I’ll take what I can get.  My hubby soon joined me and together we stood under the chilly water.

The point of the story is this:  Live in the moment.  Take time to make memories and get the pictures on the way out.

 

Until next time my friends