This year.
Family:
My baby started high school. My ickle tiny baby boy. My
oldest and he’s six feet tall now and needs to shave his peach fuzz, but still
my baby. Anyway, he has A’s and B’s in his first semester. He should have all
A’s, but doesn’t always finish all his work. AHEM. He got his second degree
black belt through the karate program he has been in since he was seven. He
worked really hard at it…. Right at the end. Poor boy has inherited my
procrastinator gene. He has created some board games (one with a friend of his)
and learned all there is to know about the Lord of the Rings.
My next youngest is growing so quickly that he’s going to be
taller than me within the next few months. He’s in seventh grade and still
homeschooled and there are times that it goes well and times that… We went on walks, talked about all kinds of cool things, built cardboard and yarn suspension bridges, went to Angel Island for a Civil War reenactment, and generally advanced in all sorts of areas. Next
school year, I’m thinking about a program that has them in class for two days a week
and working at home the other days. He needs to be reintroduced to a classroom
before he starts high school. He also needs a better science lab than I can
provide at home. And someone who can make him write and learn that it isn’t as
hard as the mental block he has set for himself. He’s funny and quick at
thinking up fun things. And he knows just about everything about Minecraft.
My youngest – the actual baby – is in first grade and is
finally starting to read everything that falls into her hands. She wears the
same clothes for several days in a row now, which a big step up from preschool
when she wore her red and white striped PJs with the reindeer on the shirt for
several months. She also has long hair, but doesn’t want to wear anything to
restrain it, doesn’t want her bangs cut, and refuses to brush it unless I hold
her down and do it. She’s funny and working hard to catch up with her
much-older brothers. She’s motivated and will go far.
My husband is still working as a computer contractor and
doing other work on the side. He usually stays up late working and gets up
late.
The cat has really settled in with our family and now that
the floor is cold, she spend most of her time on someone’s lap. Or asking for
food. Or asking for food on someone’s lap.
Publishing:
My initial excitement at the release of my very first
published work fizzled out as I didn’t know how to promote it and the publisher
didn’t make any kind of push (and released it a few days before Christmas with
no pre-ordering available, which is seriously LATE for a Christmas book to come
out). Then they turned down my other books.
So I went off to the RWA (Romance Writers of America) annual
conference in July, ready to take on the world. I met a whole lot of awesome
authors whose work I love (I’m not a very squee-ing person, but I was close to
exploding in a squeeeee many times). I didn’t get a contract, but met people
and learned about writing and networking. Apparently, agents and editors don’t
know what to do with historical romance novels set in the seventeenth century.
And apparently, my writing and/or presentation of my writing is not so stellar as
to make them take the chance.
I finished one book and edited another, then submitted the
latter to several smaller publishing houses. Then I took on NaNoWriMo (50,000
words in the month of November) and won for the first time in a few years. I
also finished that book. So two books written, one submitted. And lots of
rejections on the one submitted, but one likely acceptance. I still have my
fingers crossed on that one.
And I will learn how to market a book and release it to
great fanfare. This is gonna be big.
In other stuff, I started walking over the summer
and other than the flu-laden run up to Christmas Break and the cold-ridden
break itself, I have been walking three times a week for anything from one to
three miles. To those who run marathons, it doesn’t sound like much of
anything, but it’s plenty for me and a huge increase over the past few years.
I’ve tried to jog a bit of it a few times, then was reminded by my knees and
hips and various other failing body parts exactly why that was such a bad idea.
Overall, my balance has improved a bit, and my ability to walk up a short hill
without being out of breath is a huge deal. Yes, I was that out of shape. I’ve
also managed to stay at a healthy weight. Even though I’ve tried to get to a
slightly lower healthy weight, this is just fine.
Two of my three favorite dogs (all of whom belong/ed to friends, not to me) died this year.
Watson was a big, dopey, black dog who lived for ball-chasing. He was always thrilled to see me because it almost always meant I would throw a ball or we were going on a walk. He was fairly old for a big dog and had mouth cancer that spread quickly.
Sparky was a crazy little chihuahua who belonged to our next door neighbors. He was happy to see me, too, and would run out and squirm all over until he squirmed onto his back and I could sctratch him there. He ran out into the street (as he was wont to do) and got hit by a car and died after they got to the vet. Unfortunately, my daughter witnessed the accident.
Much bigger than that were the friends who lost important family members this year. A friend in Ohio lost her teenage son to suicide. That's the one that hits me hardest. So let's pause while I find something to wipe my tears again.
And people got married! My husband's cousin (one of the French second-cousins, one of the few he's in touch with) got married today! They've been together for 25 years or so. They have two teenage kids together. Her husband (!) has some medical issues and for the sake of hospitals and wills and all sorts of stuff like that, they've made it official.
So goals for this year:
1)
Find someone to publish my French romance novels
or else start to publish them myself. Enough of this waiting around. Time to learn to market myself. EEEEEKKKKK!
2)
Increase walking to at least two miles each time
with the goal of walking at least three miles twice a week. Maybe I should go
for four. And yes, maybe I should jog a little, too.
3)
Make the second half of Homeschool Boy’s seventh
grade year a great one. Inspire him to read and write. Make sure he knows how
to write a full-length essay. Help him gain confidence in his math skills
(which are good, he just doesn’t always believe me). Find more fun and educational outings to go on. Make sure he gets more exercise.
4)
Support oldest and youngest in their schoolwork,
too. Oldest will have English class in the spring and Youngest needs to
increase her reading skills.
5)
Focus on my emotional and moral journey through
life. Support my kids in their emotional and moral journeys through childhood.
6)
Find a set time each week to sort donated books
at the library. I’ve let this lag this semester and I really enjoy it and feel
it does some good.
