2014 ends tomorrow night. Of all twenty-two of my years spent breathing, this has been the most intense.
It’s the year that I completed my college education and the year I moved across a continent to a place where I didn’t know a soul. In the last 365 days I became a certified teacher, discovered my passion for outdoor education, parted ways with love, and began teaching a class of twenty-six hormonal eleven-year-olds.
It’s also the year that I finished writing my first novel and began drafting my second.
From rewrites to rejections to more rewrites it’s been a hell of an experience. And now, with a shiny new full time job, I’m beginning to realize that publication just isn’t going to happen as quickly as I’d like it to. There’s just not enough time in the day to work, pump out queries, and swamp your social media pages with blog posts. I’ve spent the last month mentally kicking myself for not querying enough, not drafting enough, not blogging enough. But honestly, what and who sets the standards for “enough?” Here’s a revelation: It’s me. I’m in charge of how much I say is enough, and if I can’t manage a blog post a week or a thousand words a day, then too damn bad. I’ll live. My books will continue to exist and I’ll get to it when I can.
New Year’s Resolutions: Breathe.
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I wrote a reply/comment that was rather lengthy but lost it. In essence I wished you a great 2015 in your teaching career and continued writing pursuit. Loved the family pictures while you were at home in NY and in Wisconsin. Good luck. Dave’s Mom, Barb .