I’m still here. I’ve been querying my book, to no result. *sigh* It’s hard when you’ve poured your heart and soul into a work and no one wants to see it. I’m trying to keep my chin up while pressing on.
It’s interesting to me too. I’ve begun a few other projects all the while revising and rewriting my original. I get some started but then lose interest. That is until the one I’m currently working on. I’m very very excited about this one.
I’ve also been reading Stephen King’s book, On Writing, and I’ve felt things fall into place in my mind. I haven’t finished his book yet, hello ad/hd, but it kickstarted a desire in me that I haven’t felt since I began writing Giving Cheek last fall.
My life is about to be upended in a few short months as we move to a new state. I’m currently surrounded by boxes and empty cupboards and closets and a laundry list of things that have to be done before the truck comes.
So, I’m figuring out how to mesh the two together. How do I get my writing time in, my packing time, my daughter’s school time, my daughters activities? Something is going to have give at some point and it’s probably going to be the writing. It will be put on hold while life transitions to a new phase.
I’m really okay with that. My hope is that in the fall the girls will be back in school and I will have the quiet I need to dedicate myself to writing and editing and enjoying my new found love of writing. Because I do love it. I am excited about it and I haven’t been this excited in a long time.
I am able to give thanks this year for many things. I’m thankful for my girls. I’m thankful my family is healthy and my girls are learning every day in school. I’m thankful for the myriad of learning opportunities that engulfed all of us this year.
I’m thankful for you who read this. For taking the time to find out what I have to say. I have lots of stories, both funny and sad, and everything in between that I’ll share here in this space.
It’s been a year of personal growth for me. I’m not who I was in January and I’m curious to see what happens as 2020 closes and 2021 opens.
The holidays are here and, I for one, am looking forward to Santa coming. I will be peaking through the blinds on Christmas Eve scanning the night sky looking for Rudolph’s red nose.
I. Have spent. The last 3 hours. being talked at. By a 6 year old. We. Have been in the car. The living room. The dining room. I am now holed up in the bathroom so I can give my ears a rest. Send. Help.
No… not the one your thinking of. My word is “skiing.” I think if I go skiing ever again it will be too soon. I have a long history of skiing too, that’s why it’s interesting that I have such a distaste for it now. The first time I ever traversed the slopes was back in high school. Went with the church to Seven Springs Ski Resort in Pennsylvania. I loved it. I had found my one true love, whooshing down the hills, laughing at others as they fell, and watching my brother learn how to ski.
Next I went while I was in college to the Ober Gatlinburg ski area. That wasn’t so bad; did pretty well, a little more advanced then Pennsylvania.
Next I went with the youth group at the church the hubby was serving in. We went to Virginia the first year then West Virginia the second year. I got a little testy these times. The hubby loves to hurl himself down the slopes at breakneck speeds and curses anyone that holds him back. I’m starting to get more cautious. Starting to think about how easy it is to fall and break something or worse yet, fall off the ski lift. We saw someone minutes after he fell off the lift some 12-13 feet off the ground. He wasn’t moving. So of course your mind starts working in overtime. Hubby still isn’t patient when it comes to how slow I am. Once I take a break he races off to try and get in as much as he can before he has to endure more torture of skiing with his wife. I’m really not that bad, just cautious.
It’s been five years since my last episode. I thought I could pick up right where I left off. Hubby has promised to remain patient and stick with me the whole way. My first mistake was going on a Friday and then returning on a Sunday. Can we say nuts? My poor legs were still in recovery on Sunday. You know it’s not going to be a good day when on your first ride up the mountain you fail to get off the ski lift at the top and then have to hop off at the last second and land hard on your butt after falling 2 1/2 feet to the ground. The lift operator has to stop the lift so the people behind you don’t plow over you. Luckily the ski’s stay on. I survive the mountain and make it to the bottom in one piece… almost. At the bottom they throw in this trick where you have to perform this “s” turn (see there it is again) to get off the hill. Well, I see it and start wondering how am I going to make this? I’m heading for the ropes and I try to make myself fall to avoid the rope. I do fall and I leave my arm 4 feet behind me. As I feel my arm tearing from my shoulder all I can think is… “I BROKE MY ARM!!” I’ve got people running in from places you never dreamed.. actually the lift guy just came to check on me. The hubby comes in for a landing behind me and helps me back up. Can we say BREAK!!!! But no I’m determined to make hubby happy and prove to myself that I can do this. So I go up again. This time nothing happens, praise the Lord!!
After lunch hubby brainwashes me into tackling the higher up lift. “It’s easy,” he says. “We’ll take the greens the whole way.” You bet your sweet bippy we’ll take the greens! So up we go. And up. And up. And up. And up. Mountains are big here in Montana. We finally arrive at the top only to be slowed down because someone wants a picture. Do I care about the picture??? NO!!! I just want off the mountain. Get me to the bottom! So finally off we go! Before we hit the first turn I’m off my feet. No one told me I would be taking a 180 degree turn up here. As we get mid way it starts to snow. Never before have I been on a mountain skiing and it snowing. It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Until it gets so heavy that you can’t see where you’re going. I fell again. Hubby wants me to walk all the way to the bottom… are you KIDDING me? That’s worse then skiing. So I make it to the bottom. Only to be dumped and left for dead… well not quite. Hubby takes off to go tackle some far off corner of the earth and find new ways to hurtle himself down a hill at god’awful speeds. He can have it.