Expectations. We all have them. Some are big. Others are small. But it’s still a disappointment when something we’re looking forward to doesn’t come to pass.
On January 12th, Thomas and I dropped Tommy and one of his Brother Rats (classmates) back at VMI. It was dark and rainy, but we hugged, said our “good-byes,” and headed back home. All seemed to be going as expected. Then I received a call from Tommy the next morning.
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NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow, and it both excites me and sends my anxiety soaring through the roof.
For those who don’t know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month. It’s where writers join in for a common goal: to write a 50,000-word novel in the month of November. It sounds like a lot, but don’t let it discourage you.
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Wow! After a two-year hiatus, I’m back. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure if it was going to happen. A lot was happening at the end of 2021, and burnout came storming in.
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I’m going to get right to the point: I can’t do everything. No matter how much I want or how many times I try, it’s not gonna happen. Period.
When I started this blog, I decided to have an underlying theme of Boldness in the Face of Anxiety. It was actually what my first article was about. The main reason was, and still is, to help and encourage others suffering from anxiety. But there’s also another one…
Okay, this isn’t technically a “fun” fact, but it’s one that needs to be shared…
I see a therapist. Have for several years. Once upon a time, it was taboo to speak those words. In some ways, I think it still is, which is why I’m telling you. Because it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
It’s no secret that the Texas storm last month was pure hell for us. Since February 15th, we’ve been “roughing it” with no running water (our plumber was able to get us a tiny bit a few days ago, though). To say it was hard would be an understatement. But yesterday, a miracle happened—our plumber got the pump working…
Disappointment is a touch pill to swallow, and I’ve received several, lately. Our water situation is at the top of the list. Every time we think we see the light at the end of the tunnel, some boulder comes by and blocks that passage. Let’s mix in PitMad and my agent search journey for good measure because, you know, the water thing isn’t enough. Yeah, I’m being sarcastic, but I need to in some ways because the urge to crawl under the covers and give up is so great. But I can’t…no matter how much I want to.
I’m a graduate from The University of Texas at Austin, but I didn’t major in either English or Creative Writing. In fact, I wasn’t even in the School of Liberal Arts (“school” is how the university subdivides their specialties). Believe it or not, I was part of the Business School.
We are now on day five of no running water in the house, and our supply of bottle water is quickly dwindling. Our bathtubs are filled with melted snow so we can flush the toilets, but it’s a far cry from being potable.