Guess What Time It Is!

It is that time again.

Camp NaNoWriMo starts on Wednesday!

I am participating and would love for all of you lovely people to join me.

Join me?


To Whom I Dedicate My Novels: My Dad

I’m sure my dad’s life would have been a lot easier if I had been born a boy. Now don’t go mistaking this for pity or low self worth, it really would have been easier. Instead of artsy hobbies like writing and knitting, I could have been a boy and been into football and wrestling. I could have gone to a big universiry on a scholarship instead of waiting and spending so much time waiting for nursing school. Instead of chasing the boys and causing my dad more headaches than he can count, I could have been the boy all the girls chased, a boy that my dad could be proud of.

But I am not a boy, nor do I want to be. This is not a pity post.

Why am I telling you about how easy my dad’s life would have been if I were a boy? Because even though I’m sure he wanted a boy to pass on the family name, and to talk sports and girls with, he got my sister and then me. He may have wanted boys instead, but he raised my siser and me the best he could.

Looking back now, I wish I could change a lot of things. I wish I could change how well I did in high school and my priorities the first few semesters of college. I wish I could have done at least a few sports just to give him accomplishments he could boast about to his friends. I wish I could have gotten a better scholarship so he didn’t have to work so hard to make ends meet month after month during nursing school. I wish he and I could have been closer, like we used to be before hormones and boys got in the way.

But wishing won’t change anything now. What’s done is done, and I can’t change any of that. Even though, looking back, I want different things for myself, I wish things had been easier on him. He has always been right behind me, whatever my choices, even if he didn’t always agree with me. He would make suggestions, give me better options and sometimes put down options I was dead set on, but it was only because he cared. I used to think his actions and his tactics were controlling and manipulative, and maybe in some ways they are, but that was because some decisions I was not yet strong enough to make for myself.

I always used to think my writing was a point of shame, something that was embarassing for him, and something to be ashamed of. Instead of going out and living adventures, I was sitting at home writing them, and not even very good ones at the beginning. I felt like writing was something to do in secret and no one should see the process, only the finished product. I used to only write right before bed, by the light of a night light, because I knew I couldn’t be bothered or feel ashamed.

And then 2011 came along and I wrote my first ever “serious” novel. It was the start of a series and the first novel I actually continued and finished even though I didn’t technically win NaNoWriMo that year. Even better, I went on to type it, and then it was printed, and writing no longer became a secret hobby that I only partook in the dark. Spark:The Girl aptly lived up to its name. It was indeed the spark that lit the flame of my passion.

It wasn’t until fairly recently that my Dad found out about NaNoWriMo and all of my accomplishments. I hadn’t told him because November was always a stressful time with the semesters coming to a close, final projects and finals, and some semesters he would stress more than I did. A few weeks ago we were talking about what I was going to do with all my new free time and he said “I know about your writing, and I’m proud of all the progress you’ve made.”

That meant the world to me. It means that he continues to only want the best for me, and that he truly cares about my happiness. It’s time to show him that I am capable, that I can do something with my writing and make him more proud, even though I barely follow football and am not very athletic at all.

Even through all the struggles, my dad is one of my biggest supporters and I wouldn’t change that for anything.


Who are some of your biggest supporters? Have you hugged them today?

Writing Update

Today, I had the undeniable itch to write. After the last few weeks of intense studying for NCLEX and anxiously waiting for results, and applying for jobs, I finally felt like writing again. I started the last third of this year’s novel.

This year’s novel is book two of my series. As of now I’m calling it Little Earthquakes, but the title could still change in editing. It is the continuing story of two friends trying to reconnect and save those in need around them.

The good news is that while I write book two, the first book, Spark is steeping like a great cup of tea. The sooner I complete book two, the sooner I can edit book one. That way, I can look at it with fresh eyes and edit it like a reader. I have already been itching to edit Spark so when I can finally edit it, it shall be amazing. I’ve been having small ideas since I completed it earlier this year, so editing will be spectacular.

But in the meantime, writing!

24 chapters completed.

12 to go!

Writer Life Lesson #13: Follow Your Dreams

We all have dreams, whether we are writers, astronauts, or billionaires, or even all three. Whether your dreams are huge, something your work toward for years, or small, something you want to do tomorrow, you need to follow them. You need to reach for them and do whatever you need to do to achieve them.

This week’s lesson is Follow Your Dreams.

Sometimes, we have dreams and passions that seem so far away, impossible to reach or attain. Sometimes we don’t know how to start or even where to get started. When we do figure it out, all it takes is small steps. Small advances make big leaps forward.

I have several dreams that I have been working toward for several years, and every day or nearly every day I do something to reach those dreams. Whether it’s something small, like studying or something huge like taking a licensing test, or submitting a manuscript to a huge publishing company. Small steps, or big ones, both ways you reach your dreams.

As you all know from my previous posts, I recently took my NCLEX RN. This is the test for my nursing license and it’s something I have been working toward for more than five years. I took it on Tuesday and got my results yesterday (Thank goodness for online licensing boards!).

I passed! Which means I am one step closer to my dream of being a nurse and working. But just because I passed and have my nursing license, does not mean that I have reached my dream. So I continued with the next step today and I made my resume and submitted applications to several hospitals where I would like to work.

Now I enter the terrifying part of my dream, the interviews and agonizing waiting to hear back.

Sometimes, there are terrifying parts to our dreams and they may seem like nightmares, but that just means that we have to try harder to get what we want. In a way, the fear is a way to test if we are really serious about our dreams. In order to advance, we have to grow and face some uncomfortable situations, but no one has ever died from the stress of a job interview, or from submitting a manuscript.

Small steps make big advancements. So don’t give up and keep believing that you can reach your dreams. Never give up because things get too hard.


What are some of your dreams?