On Successes and Failures
In 1995, I started work on a short story, which over the years grew into a novel that I am still working on. Due to the challenges of working full time and caring for my stroke disabled mother from 1999 to 2007, I was only able to work on my novel for a few hours every week.
Late in 2007, I quit my lucrative (hah!) job as a database administrator to focus on my novel. I'm still caring for my mom.
Earlier this month I was awarded a grant for unpublished writers from the Elizabeth George Foundation to help me complete my novel, Falling From The Moon. Not that the grant covers most of my living expenses but it's a base and I'm looking for consulting work to fill in the blanks and hope I can resist getting a job for a few more months.
Now all that's left is for me to finish this novel or fail to finish it. I've set a schedule with tasks and deadlines, am working with a great group of people and I want to throw up. No more excuses. Just me and the words on the page. Just me and my characters clamoring to be free, to run out into the world and be escape from my domination. Lauren, Garth and Bridgette are great people, even though they don't always make the right decisions. And Mole, well Mole is loveable and tragic.
So today I'm procrastinating. Doing odds and ends around the house like figuring out an easy way to get dust out of a wall mounted space heater and trying to figure out how to get trash cans along Rose Creek. So if anyone has any suggestions ...
Late in 2007, I quit my lucrative (hah!) job as a database administrator to focus on my novel. I'm still caring for my mom.
Earlier this month I was awarded a grant for unpublished writers from the Elizabeth George Foundation to help me complete my novel, Falling From The Moon. Not that the grant covers most of my living expenses but it's a base and I'm looking for consulting work to fill in the blanks and hope I can resist getting a job for a few more months.
Now all that's left is for me to finish this novel or fail to finish it. I've set a schedule with tasks and deadlines, am working with a great group of people and I want to throw up. No more excuses. Just me and the words on the page. Just me and my characters clamoring to be free, to run out into the world and be escape from my domination. Lauren, Garth and Bridgette are great people, even though they don't always make the right decisions. And Mole, well Mole is loveable and tragic.
So today I'm procrastinating. Doing odds and ends around the house like figuring out an easy way to get dust out of a wall mounted space heater and trying to figure out how to get trash cans along Rose Creek. So if anyone has any suggestions ...
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