Time to Kickstart My Book!

So, “How’s that book coming along?” you might wonder. Well, it’s almost finished! I’m done writing it and now working through final, detailed editing. April was really great for writing and editing. I’m so much better at editing on actual paper—there’s something about being able to physically cross out errors or draw arrows to move paragraphs around that makes my process go much smoother than on a computer. So, when I realized that, the book took off! Hallelujah because it’s been an arduous process.

I’ve told a lot of people about my book and how I’m going about publishing it, but here’s a little more info. Basically, very few companies will publish first-time authors. Now, if you’re like me, you think, “Hmmm, so how does someone ever get published?” and that’s a good question…and one I haven’t mastered yet. But, I’m hoping to work with WestBow Press, which is the independent division of Thomas Nelson. The only issue is that they need money up front, and for those who know me well, I’m broke. Teaching high school in Hawaii didn’t exactly allow my savings account to build up.

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Finishing Strong

Here’s the truth that’s bombarded me lately: I suck at long-term goals.

I’m really good at setting goals three months at a time. I set new goals each year from January-March, April-June, July-September, and October-December. That’s manageable for me, and I like charting progress over time, but only a short period of time.

Long-term goals, on the other hand, are my nemesis. I start out really well and full of energy, and then, somewhere in the middle, I lose sight of my purpose, get discouraged, and want to bail out. I’ve always known this about myself, but somehow I’m still surprised amidst long-term goal situations when I start muddling through. I have a bracelet that says, “Finish Strong,” and that became my motto one summer during college. I know I need to finish strong, I tell myself to finish strong, and yet, the act of finishing strong isn’t exactly made easier by either of those.

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A Thrill of Hope in a Season of Humiliation

I realize it’s been a ridiculous amount of time since I last posted. I could blame it on the fact that I’m in the process of writing a book while also working three part-time jobs, or I could just call it what it is: avoidance.

Confession over. Now onto bigger and better things.

I’ve been feeling lately like I’ve been in a season of humiliation. Before I go much further, let me clear up what “humiliation” means. The dictionary definition is: “the act of humbling someone, being reduced to lowliness or submission,” and it adds that “humility can be self-sought, but humiliation involves something [or someone] else.”

Okay, so what does that mean? Though we often use it to mean “embarrassment” or, in my shameful case “things that are comical for me to see and laugh at,” the word humiliation is more about being reduced to lowliness or being humbled. And, it involves either some other force or person in the process.

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It’s been a while…

(though that might have been obvious if you looked at the date of my last post)

Maybe you’re wondering WHY it’s been so long. I could give you a few reasons such as I’ve been teaching high school English, I’ve been living in Hawaii, the sun and sand bleached my brain, I’ve been working on some things, etc. All of those reasons are legitimate.

However, the real reason I’ve been radio-silent is that I haven’t known where to go from my previous posts. At about the year-mark post-chemo, I felt like to continue blogging was a good idea, but since all of my previous posts had been about my lymphoma (I did, after all, start the blog for that purpose), when I was healthy and not a lot was new or out of the ordinary on the cancer-front, I simply didn’t know what to write about.

To write about my everyday life seemed a little self-important and mundane (though it’s been a great adventure for me), and to continue writing about my lymphoma when there wasn’t much news about it seemed like I was either milking it or trying too hard to make it fit.

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