I told y'all I was gonna do it and I did.

I was a late reader.  Like, didn't read a book until the fourth grade. 

Dyslexia is a bitch.

The first book I ever read was On the Banks of Plum Creek by Laura Ingalls Wilder.  I was so proud that I announced it to my teacher (Ms. Winters) who informed me it was wonderful to ever read a first book, and followed that up with "this is math time, did you finish that too?"  Hahahahaha, yeah, I had finished my math homework first. 

From there, it was a winding journey through A Wrinkle in Time and every Trixie Beldon (poor kid's Nancy Drew) ever written to arrive here at a cliche.  

I'm a 50-year-old English teacher who has self-published her own work on Amazon and gotten paid by strangers for my writing.  I've made less than two dollars (my goal for the month was 1 dollar--so YAY), but it has really stoked my belief in the fact that I can write and I can write things that other people will be willing to pay for because it's what people want.    

Now, that's a heck of a feeling.  

It's a heck of a feeling in a sea of feelings.  I'm back here in Moselle helping out on the farm.  We have gotten a new horse and two new dogs.  As a family, we realize we are filling Dorian's void with animals and are fine with that.  The therapists all agree we are on the right track, so that's our compass.  

But now that I've published and sold, what's next?

Ginseng planting and a business model for my writing.  

P..S.  If you would like to know what I wrote, please feel free to email or comment here and I'll get back to you.  I don't want to cross those streams between professional name and pen name just yet :-).