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The Body Thief continues…

Published August 25, 2014 by S. E. Myers

Writing is hard… And, finding the time to write is even more difficult.  Between a full-time job at work, a full-time job at home (including church responsibilties), back to school nights, homework, cooking, husband time and household chores – where is the time?

I haven’t included my hobbies either: WoW, Diablo III, crochet, Doctor Who (oh yes, it is a hobby), crafting, etc…

I have the whole outline for this book. I am really excited about it and I can’t wait to see where my characters take me. But I need more time!! I still have to finish Dark Inhibition. Poor Ryleigh is having a heck of a time right now. The darkness keeps pushing into her and she is becoming less resistant to its summons. <insert sad face>

I am hoping with my new shift that starts, I will have more time to do what I need. If not, it will go in my calendar. I have to make the time. I think this is one of the most important lessons that I have learned. I am scheduling everything in my physical and electronic calendars so I don’t miss anything. I have to now translate it all to the wall calendar for the kids so they know what is going on.

Being an involved parent/mother/wife/friend/sister is challenging. I often wish I was a stay-at-home-mom again but I think I would tire of that eventually. 

Above all else, although at the end of the day I collapse into bed exhausted, I enjoy my life and I am truly the happiest I have been in. 

Organization is tough and it is tough to stay organized. If I don’t write it down, it won’t get done or it will get forgotten (thanks, fibromyalgia!)

 

and now for something personal…

Published October 16, 2012 by S. E. Myers

Typically, I try to stay away from true life events on my blog.  I figure that those that do read it are more curious about the next step in my book and possibly a sneak preview of the 2nd book.  Maybe.  Or I am fooling myself completely.

As a mother, I want the best for my children.  I try to be reasonable, accommodating, the voice of reason, a confident, disciplinarian, etc…  I’ve been a single parent since October 2000 when my ex-husband and I separated.  It truly has been me and my children.  I’ve been single since September 2005.  I tell myself I have spent the last seven years taking care of my children.

My efforts have been spent creating a career to support my family.  Then, in 2010, I lost my job because of the mortgage crisis.  I’d thought about writing years before that.  Wrote a screenplay, poetry, and whatnot but did not actively publish anything.  I didn’t have enough confidence in my ability as a writer.  I didn’t have enough confidence in my imagination to push through an entire book.  But that is beside the point.

For the past two years, I have struggled. My unemployment income was 65% of my prior income.  Because my job was off shored, I had the opportunity to go to school and get a degree with a Federal grant.  Or rather, a diploma in Business Administration.  I did that, graduating in April 2011 with a 4.0 and a diploma.  What does a diploma do?  Nothing.  So, I decided to continue my education.  At the same time, I started a temporary job.  For the past year, I have been working a full-time job and going to school full-time.  I also released a book and am now working on my second.  All of this, while trying to take care of my family.

I’ve missed things.  I really have.  I’m at a point in my life where I am not sure what I need to do.  My oldest daughter is 19 and has decided to drop out of her culinary school.  Now mind you, she isn’t quitting at the beginning, but rather the end.  So, 17k later, she has decided she hates it and is now starting a community college.  At least she is going to another school, but I think what is most disappointing are all the other secrets she is keeping from me.

In order to stay in touch with her, I have to read her tumblr.  What is that?

She says she is afraid to tell me because I’ll get mad.  Um, I get mad and upset because I care.  Isn’t that what parents do?  Am I supposed to smile and commend her.  Clap her on the back and congratulate her on growing a set of cajones?  I don’t think I would be doing a fair job as a mother if I did that.  I told her I get mad because I love her and am upset.  If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t say anything.  There are other things going on to continue my disappointment.  I sometimes wonder if I’ve done enough.

With parenting, you can’t ever tell.  I know that when I grew up, I wouldn’t have done or said half of the things that I hear.  Not necessarily from my own children.  There seems to be some sort of entitlement with this generation.

I did my best, I really did.  I will continue to do my best for her, my son, and my youngest.

She is an adult and needs to learn from her mistakes.  But it really hurts to watch her make them and not ask for advice.  It kills me a little inside