So in the past few months, I’ve been pretty open to letting the universe show me where I should be. Trusting my gut & trying to find what really makes me happy rather than just being who I am expected to be.
One of the things that surprised me about writing this blog has been the comments & feedback I get (mostly offline for some reason, but still appreciated). One of the biggest has been from my parents. Both have taken time to tell me they thought I have a gift for words that is uniquely mine & they enjoy my writing. Suggested I try to do more. I brushed it off for the most part as being parents & a bit biased, even if they don’t exactly always flow with the compliments on how I live my life or think. I savor those praises as they come. Also I know it was their strict demand for excellent grades that helped me strive for good grades in English.
English seemed easy & interesting for me. Don’t toss tomatoes but I was the dork in the black leather jacket who enjoyed diagramming sentences! I find immense humor in the type of printed errors that end up on Jay Leno’s Headlines segment. Helped to make up for the really bad ones in math I got from 3rd grade on. For some reason I am dyslexic with numbers but not letters… & I had a bit of an attitude problem in high school. Not the perfect recipe for achievement. But live & learn. I found ways to deal with math & calculators help immensely in cutting down on the numbers flipping on me.
But the compliments got me thinking. The books I read, got me thinking. Plus when I got my palm read, that was one big thing she picked up on. That I had a lot of stories that needed to be told. She suggested that writing might be something that would be in my future. I never mentioned that I keep journals & this blog. But all the things planted a seed.
Since deciding it was time to quit the job & wondering what to do next, I found myself thinking – I want to write a book.
So I put that out there.
I want to write a book.
My computer is filling with stories. Most that don’t seem to go together. There is the beginnings of a novel but mostly life stories. Thinking sooner or later they will fall together if its meant to be.
for the past 24 hours I have been typing like a mad woman….WRITING A BOOK. One hundred twenty eight pages to be exact – so far… about half way done (give or take).
The kicker is its not MY book.
I met a local author who needed her manuscript retyped with the alterations added in once the proofreading had been finished. She has entrusted me with her work. So I have been learning the proofreading correction language that still looks slightly like hieroglyphics to me at times. I’m working much more than 8 hour days, but its from the couch & I have a great couch mate who gives me snuggles when needed.
Its certainly not a long term job, but I am loving it. Learning the proofreading symbols. Reading a great book before anyone else even gets the chance! Found someone who can share their experience & advice in getting published and keeping my typing speed up while being “out” of the office job.
Got to say I’m really feeling inspired.
Plus I can’t quit giggling about how – I once again got what I asked for, but I forgot to be detailed about it! Words have such power.
One day I will learn. Until then its just more stories to write later!