The perils of being employed full time — at something other than authoring

There are always stories in my head.  In fact, there are often more stories than I can keep track of most of the time.  I’ve loved writing since I was a little kid with my nose stuck in my first chapter book.  I’ve always written for fun, and I love it.

Unfortunately, I also love my day job.  I’m a teacher, and as crazy and hectic as it can be, I love it.  I love the kids and the struggles and the chaos.  I love being that completely nerdy teacher that my students roll their eyes about.

But here is the problem.  Teaching and writing don’t always mix.  Even when I come home, my work isn’t done.  There’s work to grade, emails to respond to, lessons to plan, and the general worry hanging over my head that I’ve messed up my students for life.  It’s stressful.

The worst part about it all is that after a full 8+ hour day of teaching, I can’t do anything else.  Words don’t want to come, and I certainly don’t want to sit up at a computer for hours and write a story.  Even now, I am forcing myself to sit here and write this.  My eyes are heavy and painful.  I’m easily annoyed and brought to tears at the drop of a hat.


And yet, there’s this story in my head, clamoring to get out.  It’s been there for days, weeks, months.  The only work I’ve been able to do on it is choose two names that I like to name my female protagonist.  Because as exciting as it all is (and starting a new novel is one of my favorite things in the world), all’s I want to do is sleep until I don’t feel so uncomfortable anymore.

But look… so shiny…



First blog post. Ahhhhh!


I’m here.  Here I am.

I’ve been writing since I was 12 years old.  I mean, I wasn’t any good back then.  They almost put me in a remedial writing class.  But I liked creating stories.  I wrote stupid “plays” for my seventh-grade class and stupid Friends fanfiction.  (Oh yes, I did.)

It took a lot of practice (over half my life at this point) and a lot of dabbling in a lot of genres, but I’d like to think I’ve improved a bit.  Even if I haven’t, I still love creating and writing stories.  And I’m at a point in my life where I want to share them.

My debut novel, tentatively titled The Policeman’s Ball, is currently looking for reliable beta readers (anyone?), and in the meantime, I’m told that social media is the way to connect with other writers and readers.  So I’m excited for that.  It’s certainly a nice distraction from being a teacher without a job (which is what I am by day) and a socially inept human being (which is what I am by night).

I have a feeling that this site (and this blog) will be all over the place.  Nostalgia, movie/theater reviews, whining about writer’s block.  You name it.  But I hope to make a lot of friends from it too.  It’s an experiment, of sorts,  And I’m ready.