I have to say that the old addage proved true. Students all over the world are exactly the same.

‘I got to sub at a local high school and I have to say, I had quite the good time. I worked with the basketball team and met some amazing scholars!

Will I go back? Probably not. On the recommendation of a family friend, I’m going to center my efforts on elementary. I’m honestly not sure about that as anyone who has had me in class knows I’m not as experienced with that age group.

On a personal note: I miss my husband and my kids. Staying at the farm is nice because the weather is so balmy and nice, but I miss them desperately. Momma and Daddy are doing really well on the hill. We had a great Sunday together with the Men’s Breakfast at Our Home Universalist Unitarian Church. There were lots of waffles and bacon, so it was actually a pretty awesome spread.

Daddy and I made quice. They were amazing.

This has been one of the hardest things as a teacher. One of my former students was a cop in Memphis; he is responsible for Tyre’s death.

No. I could not watch the video. My sister Twyla (who taught him for 7th grade) did and she told me not to. I always heed her advice.

I feel like one of the folks on the “IamtheMainCharacter” subreddit. This event has absolutelyl nothing to do with me and no one should pay attention to me at this time. I am emotionally involved and nothing good can come from discussion.

What I can tell everyone on this planet is that he was a good kid when I taught hin in the 8th grade. He was my class clown, but he was also one of those kids that if you give them a job, they will rise and perform. If memory serves me, he was my “emergency” line leader. Every month at the middle school, we would have a fire drill. They planned them so that every period and every time slot was covered (since kids are all throughout the school during the day, they need to know for each location they go).

My emergency bag was HEAVY. It had a gallon of water, puzzles, clipboards, pens, games, and rolls. Each period had a designatied “emergency” line leader. That person’s job was to get the emergency bag and then get to the head of the line and lead everyone in class to our safe zone in the parking lot.

He was that kind of kid; he was a helper. He also made me smile and laugh. I have not been able to watch the nightly news since I discovered he was involved as one of the cops. My only question is what happened to change him?

I have a funny feeling Memphis happened. Memphis is a rough place to live, and without the right resources, I can see how Memphis would actually be hell on Earth for a lot of folks. It is one of the most violent places I have ever worked and lived (well, next to Newport News).

I’m sorry, former student; I failed you. You were a good kid, but that city took it out of you and made you hard. It was the only way for you to survive; I get it. I still love you for that beautiful child that was in my classroom and who I know is still living deep down inside. Make peace, baby. Make your peace.
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Last week is going to stay in the books as weird.  

The writing business is starting to take off.  I'm seeing some twenty-dollar days, and it's a terrifying ball of excitement and trepidation.  I want to be a writer and do my writing thing full time.  Right now, it won't pay the bills so I'm still building my business and my business model. 

I reached out to some folks who specialize in short story publication and they have told me that with this recent success (two number-one books in a sub-genre) I should:

• Start a newsletter
• Keep up the weekly publication of stories
• Redesign my covers
• Redesign my blurbs
• Advertise more (social media links and all)

That's a heck of a list.  It's so massive work-wise, I'm seriously wondering when I will fit in these changes, but I can really tell that all of them need to get done.  My covers are pretty crappy and my blurbs are inexperienced.  I'm smart enough to see the advice is correct.  

Now to figure out if I'm smart enough to execute the advice and continue to grow this business.  Since I'm booked for the Spring with Olli, I will have time this spring to hopefully work on writing and publishing a dark sub-genre romance.  That's the big leagues and I wanna be there.  

I wanted to have a number one story in my subgenre by the end of the year.  Looks like that goal will was attained last Saturday around 10 am.  

The other main goal was to make 100 dollars before July.  I'm on track to fulfill that in January as well.  

The main question is what to do next?  I feel like I did what I said I would do and all, but I also feel like 100 dollars a month is nothing to sneeze at in terms of being unemployed right now.  

I'm not sure what is beyond the goals I made earlier, so I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing and hope for the best. ​

ITime again for resolutions and goals.  

I usually do these in August along with my job cycle.  This August was so vastly different, I never got around to it.  I did, however, embark on a journey last year and am ready to continue that journey to whatever end I might find.  Like Douglas Adams famously claimed: "I may not have gone where I intended, but I think I ended up where I needed to be."
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The publishing is going well.  
My most recent efforts ended the day at number #32.  It started dropping again after that, but I'm hoping that this means my story may have some staying power.  I'm also super happy I'm getting reviewed now.  No one has left any comments, but I really like the stars, especially since the other series was only evaluated twice and one was at 3 stars and the other was 1 star.

I’m averaging about a dollar a day, but hey, that’s money I didn’t have before.  I actually was able to withdraw 20 dollars from my publishing account and buy myself some breakfast while in New Orleans. Weird that I ran into a collared submissive while at the cafe.  O_o.

As far as professional work, I am looking toward to teaching again at the University of Southern Mississippi with their OLLI program.  It should be a hoot to work in a conventional classroom setting again.  I’ll be posting those lesson plans as I create them here.  It’s an exciting layout because I was able to convince the leadership to give us one hour of lecture and follow it with one hour of lab.  

The idea being, folks can come to class and get some basic information lecture style, and then for the next hour we can work together to solve any issues they are specifically having all the while using the time as a springboard for discussion topics and future lessons.  It’s a big idea, and one that will require me to organize lessons on the fly, but I’m hoping it can give us a better “service” nature to the classes.  

I’d love to start teaching remotely (or on campus) for the University, but I know they have a list of applicants a mile long.  To that end, I have my Mississippi teaching license in hand now, so hopefully some more lucrative work will be coming up in the near future.  

The old body is hanging tough.  Still experiencing some pain from the surgery.  And I was lucky enough to avoid Covid during the holiday travels, but exchanged all that luck for a head cold that is sapping my strength for the moment.  The good news is that if I keep the fluids up, this thing is just a head cold.  I should be able to kick it by this weekend (famous last words). 

Doug has been doing okay.  We are still wrestling with his diagnosis.  Had super big struggles this holiday with moods and regulation.  I really need to focus on meditation and nutrition to keep myself strong for when the family needs me. 

That brings me to my goals for this year!  

Writing: 2K a day.  That’s it.  Hell or high water.  2K a day
Money: Sub at least five days before June—stomp the next OLLI class with the best curriculum they've ever seen. 
Love: Work to strengthen my marriage by framing Doug’s mood swings in his diagnosis and giving myself the space I need to find my caregiving balance with him.
Publishing: At least one short a week for Kindle Unlimited.  Gotta get those page reads!

​Until next time :-)

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 folks, (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.

It's taken some getting used to things here on the farm.  

We've finally gotten into a good routine.  We get up, have coffee, feed dogs and horses, walk, meditate then do stuff that belongs to the world.  

I'm trying to find my balance between caretaking and earning money.  I'm a licensed substitute now and a licensed teacher.  I just finished teaching a two-hour class for Olli at the University of Southern Mississippi (which was a BLAST), and I've signed up for another 14 hours for next semester. 

But I've spent so much time on it, I've let my publishing lag.  Granted.  The publishing does NOT make money.  I am going to attach a tentative YET to that last sentence because the feedback I'm getting from the smut is super positive with lots of views and interactions.  I need to do more work for my SEO class so that I can promote those books better; however, I do think this line has potential if I can ever carve out enough time for it. 

I was going to participate in a writing event to write a novel in November, but with everything still so fluid with life and money, it may be best to postpone until I do have time.  

Well, that's all super basic and boring.  Here are some pictures from the farm over the last few weeks.

My sister Dorian loved women.  I remember when she once slept with a guy to see what it was like and came back vastly disappointed.  

She loved the old iconic movie actresses like Anne Bancroft and Sophia Lauren.  She once told me she would watch Anne Bancroft sit on a toilet for 8 hours--she was that enthralled by her. 

When I started teaching, I remember debating what to do when kids used the term "gay" or "homo" as a slur in my room.  I wondered if I should just shut it down, or make it personal.  Most of my kids understood having a sibling and a large part of my classes were looking for an example of how to deal with homophobic rage from me. 

My technique was simple.  I would simply ask them to stop and never use those types of words of hate in my room (or "my house").  I wasn't angry; I was sympathetic and would make the situation with the words about me--not them and whatever personal drama was unfolding.  I would explain that those words were a personal affront to me because my sister was gay and I really love my sister (she was super cool) and that anything said against gay people was a slight against her and my family.  Nothing personal, but in this room, my sister and my love for her and my family trump all.  I can remember saying to a kid in a very soft super-serious voice:

"Please don't disrespect my family in front of me."

I miss those moments. 

Today at physical therapy, I had a chance to live one again.  

Somehow the topic of the movie The Graduate came up.  The men next to me were talking about what a great film it was.  They knew Dustin Hoffman, but couldn't remember the woman.  

I pipped up and said, "Anne Bancroft--my sister was totally in love with that woman her whole life."  

The whole place went silent and there were only four of us.  True, my therapist is devout and the two dudes had just wrapped up their in-depth discussion of Nebraska football.  I may have misread the situation.  And honestly, no one asked me.  I get that.  They were probably more shocked I was participating in the conversation.  

But still, it felt so good to say her name and bring back the old "my sister is gay and just so freakin' cool" spine that lives deep inside me.  

Dorian, I always got your back and I miss you so much.  

P.S.  If you are a friend of mine and know that I'm now writing smut, I got a new publication starting today :-) and I'm trying out Vella for the first time.  Just so exciting!

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 :-).