Five-Hundred-Twenty-Five-Thousand-Six-Hundred Minutes A Journey to Share
Five Hundred-Twenty-Five-Thousand-Six-Hundred Minutes
How do you measure growth? Meeting new people? Finding a new passion?
~Let’s Take a Look at my journey~
My first story My Pencil That I found in a box with all my report cards and artwork.
Dear Editors….As you can see old habits die hard. I didn’t capitalize then.
I’m not sure what happened following this. There were King and Queen My Little Ponies, and Cabbage Patch Kid stories. Then stories of Kirk Cameron and the cast of Bay Watch, let’s not forget Night Rider, and Silverspoon, from there? Cheerleading and boys.
Life And Children
This past year, I’ve learned that organization is key to success. I’ve met new people around the world and have found a new home among homes.
The stars in my eyes haven’t dwindled but have continued to shine, though sometimes with tears of joy, or bouts of frustration.
I have blogged, and interviewed, and blogged and interviewed some more. I’ve screamed and cursed and fought the characters prone to anarchy in my mind. I’ve taken courses in many different areas to continue grow. I’ve shown what a brat I can be, or a sweetheart. I’ve pouted and buckled down to work. Research has taken on a whole new meaning. I’ve learned there’s no such thing as time management in the summer with teenage kids home, and to have patience and get my arse off the computer to exercise. Though zingers are my downfall, chocolate-cherry coca cola from Sonic is worse. I’ve gained additional publishers and new brother and sister authors. Sweet Damn, I’ve risen out of my comfort zone, taking a walk on the wild side into different genre dark-waters.
I’ve rocked out to awesome music and cried when edits arrived. Through it all, helping hands, words of wisdom and comfort have reached my hearing-select ears. Instruction has penetrated through the fog of my ‘I know it’s right don’t tell me it’s not.’ I’ve found time is a commodity, not to be taken lightly, and to appreciate those who take time out of their own hectic schedule to teach.
Thesaraus.com has become my new best friend. Word usage? Who cares? Editors do. What makes sense in my head at times makes no sense once on paper. Taking the blinders off works more than one would think. Cues to Emotion is a much needed help aide.
Five Hundred Twenty Five Six Hundred Minutes- Time for a second journey. Like the lyrics say, the story never ends.My first year has been nothing short of amazing. I’ve shared it with readers, fans, friends, and family. Thank you for joining the flashback of my journey with me. I am humbled by those I’m learning from and grateful for each and every day.