I can’t believe it’s been over two months since my last
post. I like to add to my blog at least once a month, so I’m not sure where the
time has gone. I have been very busy finishing up The Practical Writer, and
right now I’m in the proofing part of that project, which always seems to take
forever, but it’s definitely an important part of the process. I’ll tell you
more about that project in a later entry.
Even though I do like to post at least once a month, it can
be difficult to figure out a topic. This blog started out about my medical
transcription career and has now morphed into my writing career. I have written
a lot about my first two novels, even including some chapters from both books. I’m
not quite ready to post any chapters from my next novel, but I can share with
you a sort of funny story about leaving my home in Ohio. I say “sort of” funny because my husband did
think it was, but to this day, I feel bad about my reaction.
On a quick side note, in case you don’t know, my third novel
is about my life with my husband, with the characters fictionalized, but the
events are true. We were married in
1977, and about 1990 we both came to the realization that “Andy” was going to
have to look for a new job. That meant more than likely we would be leaving
Ohio, which meant not only leaving our childhood home, but also leaving behind family
and friends—an entire life.
One of the first places Andy was going to apply was in Minneapolis.
My response was to tear up and utter ever so pathetically “bleak!” That’s all I
could say. He never did apply for that job, and I still feel bad about that.
It could have been a great job! I have actually been to Minneapolis and loved the
city. It’s just that at the time of the job opportunity, I simply wasn’t ready to face the fact we were going to be moving.
At that particular moment, I wasn’t sure I would ever be ready for such a life-changing
event.
As it turns out, it took about two years for the job offer to
come along. A lot happened during those two years, which will be a part of my novel.
We would wind up going much farther than Minneapolis, and I moved into a home that
my husband bought without my seeing it first. If that’s not trust in a husband,
I don’t know what is!
I’m very excited about getting back to work on this third novel
about my life. It’s not so much that our life together has been unique. I am sure
there are couples who have gone through much more than I have with my best friend
and partner, but I want to share how we handled all the many curve balls that have
been thrown our way over our almost 40 years of marriage. Our path has changed so
many times, I have lost count, but hopefully I’ll have a better idea of that once
the third and final chapter of the “Life” series has been completed. I’m targeting
very early in the New Year for that to happen. In the meantime, I’ll be posting
about my latest project, The Practical Writer, in a few weeks. Until then, thanks
for stopping by and always remember to enjoy your day. Merry Christmas!
