Proud momma of a 10 year old!

Ten years ago today I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl. (she doesn't like for me to refer to her as a baby.) I still can not believe she is already 10 years old.

Seems like it was just yesterday we were checking into the hospital for induction, and then the long day of labor followed by an emergency c-section. (I'll tell the full gruesome story some other time)

She is worth every bit of it.

We are so proud of her, on March 8th she won best of show for her elementary school's art show. So on April 21st her art work will go on to a regional competition. Last week we learned that her children's book that she wrote and illustrated will also be going on to the regional competition.

So there is a real possibility that my daughter could some day be a published author!!

That is right I am one proud momma!

I have enrolled in Book's Authors & all that Jazz!
Wade and the girls can have a fun day with out me.

Books'n Authors 'n All that Jazz

I just saw in the news paper that Weatherford College will host a free writer's workshop on April 24th. I attended the first one of these about 10 years ago. It was a good workshop. this one looks really good with tons more information.
www.wc.edu/booksandauthors

Why do these thing always have to fall on my kids birthdays? Maybe I can schedule Rebecca's Birthday party for Sunday afternoon rather than Saturday.

Trying to write again after too many years

Today after talking to two of my friends who also love to write I decided it was time to get busy again. I turned on the computer to work on one of my many works in (not so much) progress.
Only to discover that none of my stories were on my hard drive. "Oh yea I forgot it crashed a couple of years ago." No big deal, I dug out my box of back up disk. I know you remember those little colorful plastic floppy disk we used to save everything on. (told you it had been a while since I had done any serious writing.) OK so I know you are thinking computers don't use floppy disk any more. I think 2003 when we purchased this computer was probably one of the last years they sold computers that used floppies. Any way mine has that little slot, so I'm in business. Ready to write again, ready to be creative. There were so many tempting colorful disk to choose from.
There was the Orange disk: "A timeless Love" (Civil War Time Travel romance. ) Hey it was 1994 time travels were the thing.
Yellow Disk: "Flying S guest ranch" my cowboy story.
Grey Disk: "Good news" reporter & Texas Ranger story.
Dark Blue Disk: "Palo Duro Story/ Not really titled yet. Another cowboy story.
Lt Blue Disk: All story outlines
Pink Disk: Research, Work Logs and all sorts of things related to writing.

Elizabeth was in the shower, Rebecca is in bed. Wade is watching TV, it was as quiet as it gets around here.
I sat here ready to write just one problem. When I put the disk in the little slot it came right back out. I tried 4 or 5 times before I decided that the disk drive must be broken. Now I am back at square one. I can either start over from scratch on everything or talk to our good friend and computer expert Randy. I hope he can fix this or I will be back at the beginning.

My very first post to my blog. This isn't going to be anything fancy just a place for me to ramble about things happening in my life.

I have dreamed for years about writing the great American novel. Something about being a wife and mother and full time employee has always seemed to get in my way.

I have a couple of friends who also write. We are encouraging each other to write, and then actually submit our work for publication.

:0 A scary thought for me, that would mean people would read the things I write.

What if they don't like it? What if they think it is dumb or boring? I don't know if I could handle that rejection.

I have a confession to make. My grammer is SO bad I am terrified for people to read my writing. I know it is a silly fear for someone who wants to be an author.

But I'm being honest it is a scary thing for me. I have decided that this is a good place to get a little practice.

When I write something I read it then re write over and over. Then I get caught up in silly details and never move on.