I've finally reached the stage in life where I feel like I'm disjointed. My head goes one way, my heart another, and my feet... they lead me in places that make me wonder, why??? A few weeks ago, I felt like I needed something more in my life. Remember, I posted about volunteering at the hospital? It seems like I accomplished more writing when I worked full time, so filling empty hours with something productive seemed like a great idea. Then somehow I got the notion to sign up to be a substitute teacher. I've never subbed before, and the closest I've come to hoards of children is driving a school bus many years ago. It was one of the most challenging jobs of my life, so what am I thinking? I finally get Spencer to the point where he's in school most of the day and now I'm signing on to spend my spare time with probably 35 more kids. Go figure. Hmmm, I find it very interesting that the hospital was more cautious about hiring than the school district. I, at least, had to have a TB test to become a 'pink' lady.
On top of everything else, hubby and I have decided it's time to fly away to our own place. We've been with my son, his wife and Spencer for over two years now and somehow my daughter-in-law and I have managed not to kill one another. That's quite an accomplishment because you know how territorial woman are.
The biggest problem has been intimacy. I write romance and that's basically where it ended--writing about it. It's not easy to be spontaneous in a room that has three doors leading into it from all over the house. We're in the flight path for the garage, the kitchen, and outside. Incoming!!! Birthdays come once a year but it seems my husband believes our romantic moments should occur with a little more frequency. How insensitive of him. *lol*
We found a nice house not far from here and we'll be moving on the 15th of October. So...let me recap:
1. Moving AGAIN. I said the next time I moved it would be on a slab to the nearest mortuary, but I'm happy to report that was a lie.
2. Beginning my volunteer work at the hospital this week.
3. Waiting for a call to substitute teach which I anticipate might be any moment.
4. Calling for an appointment to have my head examined. What was I thinking???
Now you know why I haven't been blogging. I've been in a state of lunacy. All this and I haven't written more than one scene in any of my works-in-progress. This doesn't seem to be working in my favor. :)
Ginger, moving, intimacy with hubby, great goals. Adding two volunteer jobs on top of writing? You're crazier than I am. Don't forget to write, use these experiences, write a medical mystery romance about a volunteer at a hospital.LOL ;-)Carol
ReplyDeleteWhat a hoot, Ginger. I can't believe you took on two more jobs in addition to writing. I might pose to you the same question a good friend posed to me a long time ago when I kept doing all kinds of things except writing books, "What are you avoiding?"
ReplyDeleteI was a bit put out at my friend at first, but when I really thought about it, I realized I do all kinds of things to avoid the creative writing. Including marketing and social networking. :-) My friend has published over 30 books and I have only done 13 in that same time period.
This may not be true for you, but just something I thought I'd throw out there. :-)
Good luck with the move, volunteering and the substituting. You are a braver woman than I'll ever be!
ReplyDeleteGosh, Ginger, I know exactly how you feel. My son and his girl have been staying with us the past couple months. We're in the process of remodeling the house and the second (or first) bathroom is torn out. That means they have to walk through our bedroom to use the master bath. Hmmm. Sure has put a damper on my libido!
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