Writing… Not


So the plan was to work summer school, coast financially and finish two books this summer. What ended up happening was that I got this really cool fellowship with Teach for America to follow a principal and be mentored on how the process works. I worked for pennies and during that whole the process, I also took three PDs to further prepare myself for Common Core implementation (and to prepare my pockets for a raise ^_^), one of which certified me as the Data Team Leader in my school!

Needless to say, writing didn’t happen over the last 6 weeks!

Shoot! Not much happened at all over the past 6 weeks, except work and presentations! SMH! I have to say, this was the most productive summer I have had since I started teaching! (It’s been 9 years!) Which is good and good… But just not good for having fun! LOL!

I am going to have to buckle down and schedule in the time to write with alarms and everything in order to hit my new scheduled finish date for one book. Yes, one; I am ambitious… but not crazy! Well… Not that crazy! LOL!

I am also going to have to make sure that I heed the alarm when it goes off! LOL!



Writing for My Life

I have decided that I will finish two books this summer. One book by the end of Spring 2013. I would like to be picked up by an indie and put together some promotional materials that incorporate some multi media elements. I guess I need to get some things in place in reference to a webpage and such…

In the meantime, I wanted to share a spicy tidbit from the prelude of The Wayward Wife :

I was in the gym’s shower when Jon called, removing traces of lust, getting my head together to return to the land of the righteous. I finally made it out of the shower and I saw I missed all of his calls, but when I heard what’d happened to my son, shame overwhelmed me. By the time arrived at the emergency room, there was no time to wallow in my humiliation.  The stark walls and piney disinfectant smells blinded my senses; numbness washed over me. I was underwater; seeing nurses’ lips moving but sound escaped me. I watched those white-coated messengers of doom came toward me, but the last thing I remember is seeing Robert’s face like in a nightmare, and then darkness… I awoke from my dead faint with a nurse waking me, syringe in hand…

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