I never thought I'd be saying this, but I officially consider myself a writer now.
After publishing on September the 7th, I've made a whopping total of $41.75 as of this morning. I'm sure it's not as impressive as it feels, but here's the thing. I can see how to scale all this. I can feel how to control the stories and motivate the characters.
When I write, I feel alive, like nothing can stop me. It's causing me to spend many hours of my days writing and researching and outlining. I'm exhausted and I'm soooooo happy.
For those who are close to me and checking the blog, I'm getting ready to have major surgery tomorrow. I'm super nervous because I have to have my pelvic floor reconstructed and a sling put in. I promise you I never thought my body would be a wrought with such issues. The doctor says the reason for all this is the fact I carried my children. That's it.
Those pro-life ho's (yeah, I mean it--No, I'm not taking it back--times are too difficult for silence) never think about stuff like this either. Carrying children is freaking dangerous and not just when folks are pregnant.
Anyway, I'm going to be drunk on pills for a few weeks while I recover. I hope to be back and publishing again on the 9th of December--when I have my bundle go wide.
I'm a technology curriculum facilitator, and I'm excited about integrating technology in the classroom.