Hello again, my loyal blogosphere friends.
Since my last post I have been hard at work trying to figure out this whole school thing. Schedule, homework, studying, tests, kids, husband, finances, free time...ya know, that whole chestnut.
I took on four classes, which makes me a full time student. I didn't think four classes was a big deal, I thought it would be a breeze. Well, let me tell you, it's much harder than I thought it would be. College is different than high school, not that I was ever present in high school, but none the less, it's different.
I have taken tons and tons of classes over the years. As most of you know, I have been a licensed esthetician, a licensed EMT and went halfway through medic school and took on-line writing courses, but taking classes to get an actual degree is a whole different ball game. I love, love, love it though.
As I sit in my classes, I realize how absolutely backwards I have lived my life. I'm okay with it, don't get me wrong, but man A LOT of these classes would have been helpful before I had kids. Like my Logic class for instance; learning about all the different types of arguments that exist would have been a tremendous help while my son was growing up. How to be logic, how to reason and how to be heard. But to be honest, this form of logic makes no sense in the real world, but it's fun.
When I started school, I took a break from writing and reading all together, well, except for my academic writing class, and academic writing is entirely different from writing articles and books. There's commas galore! It's ridiculous. And you have to treat your readers like complete idiots. Absurd! But, I wasn't sure if I would ever get the feeling back to want to finish "my book".
Every time I come to my adored 'A Muse In My Pocket', I would feel guilty, as if I should be studying or something, so that's what I would end up doing. Like right now, I really should be learning about conversions, obversions and contrapositions. And if anyone out there knows anything about logic, please let me know, I could use some help. But, I have seen you guys continue to come and comment even though I haven't posted in a hundred years and it kept everything looming up front, so thank you, thank you, thank you.
What actually prompted me to come here and finally post was a book written by Ethan Hawke called Ash Wednesday. I was reading through the excerpts that they post on Amazon and it brought back everything that I had been doing before I started school. My mind started reeling with all the things I want to write. I felt excited about it and willing to pick up the pen again.
So, I was eating my Entenmann's chocolate frosted donut with a cup of coffee warming up in the microwave and the feeling of wanting to write again overwhelmed me. It felt possible all of a sudden to write my book while I'm in school. I know that I have had that choice all along, but it actually felt obtainable and like a great idea.
I also know that I have missed you guys terribly. I miss our *conversations* and reading and commenting on all of your blogs, I miss knowing what's really going on with everyone.
I apologize for this rough draft of a post and the fact that it may not make a whole lot of sense or be very interesting for that matter. It's not even close to everything I want to tell you guys, but it's a start. I'll fill you in little by little as to not bore you with an excruciatingly long post. But seriously, I have to study a bit before the anxiety eats a hole through my stomach. I just wanted to get something up here and to let you guys know I'm alive, well and back.
~Live Happy
