On writing and other things
On Writing
The hardest part of being a writer is turning in your final manuscript to the eager clutches of the editors. After having time to give birth to your creation, it’s hard to see someone else take what has been painstakingly written and rewritten, and rip it apart or worse yet, find it not worthy of being used. I face this dilemma every time I turn in an article. As it has been awhile since I had wielded my pen, so to speak, I had forgotten the pain, the anxiety, the fear I face after it is done. I am a perfectionist at times. It’s easier being an editor at times because there is no emotional attachment to what has been written. Time will tell if I’ve been away too long from wielding my pen. My skills may have become rusty and what seems to be spot on may very well be the farthest thing from the truth.
On other Things
I am the missions teacher at VBS at our church this week. The first day over, I can say, wow. It’s going to be a long but fun week. I teach the same thing 5 times in a row! I’ll have the lessons better learned than the students, unfortunately (for them but better for me in my growth). It’s a nice break from preschoolers to be teaching elementary students. They are better able to understand the world around them and other countries and cultures and people. Of course, it helps that we live in a very diverse city with Hispanic, Haitian and many other influences.
Jon’s parents are coming to visit this week. We’re excited to show them around our “new” hometown. Of course, Jon’s dad has been here many times before, but it’s different when there’s actually a family member living there. I think the plans are to do some of the normal “tourist” activities - Disney World and the Kennedy Space Center - in the short time they are here.
Oh, and I have since turned another year older. I should’ve titled this article “On Being 30″ but there’s really not a whole lot to say on the subject. Either that, or I’ve just not taken the time to think that I’m no longer in my 20s, that I’m an “old person” so my students, etc, etc, etc. But, I chose to think more on the fact that I was given a year to live and the promise of a new year lies ahead of me, come what may. It will be interesting to see what happens! Hopefully, the fact that I was in the ER on the night of my birthday is not a precursor for what’s to come! And no, I wasn’t partying too hard. I had a nasty in-grown toenail coupled with an allergic reaction. It was quite beautiful to look at, so colorful. But the pain. . . .well, let’s just say I don’t want to experience that again!!
So, here’s to turning another year older and reviving my writing career - may they continue.





