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I Wanted Change; I Got Change!

For the first time in my life, I got fired.

I’m not reacting like I thought I would.  Most of the evening I’ve been shivering like the after effects of an adrenaline rush.  Every once in a while I have to shake off the shock, you know because it’s awkward sitting there and letting the situation of we’ve decided to let you go play out. I came home to a caring husband; I had a couple of beers with some girlfriends, and I had some laughs with my sisters over a group video chat. I’m short on sleep, but it is more about excitement rather than anxiety.

I should be upset that someone didn’t want to keep me around. That they didn’t care about my livelyhood enough to keep feeding me a paycheck. There was nothing really wrong, but there was nothing really right either.  It wasn’t a good fit and for that I got fired.  Wow! I got fired! Are you kidding me? I don’t get fired.

Yet, I’m not too broken up. I’m not bawling over it. Actually, I’m really curious about what is next. So, I figure I’ve got about three to four weeks before I really start freaking out about money. Starting tomorrow (Sunday) I’m going to make the most of it.

It is supposed to get up to 70 degrees so I am going to walk a marathon.  I’ve biked the loop around the city several times, and I’ve wanted to walk/run it. So I will do it tomorrow. I’m sure it will take me all day. I’ve been running on the treadmill the last two months so I will just be going overboard and not extremely overboard from a sedate winter.  Hopefully that will wring bad energy out of every cell in my body.

Starting Monday, I’m going to write and turn the next section of my proposal in to my writers group.  Maybe by the beginning of next week I will shoot off another round of query letters to agents.

I had hit a little bump in the road with the Geographical Oddity quest.  I was going to write about that instead of this post, so now I will have time. I’m going to continue my efforts on my diet an my work for getting 100 people in a room.

My husband and I also started tearing out the bathroom so we will be finishing that and maybe I will do the sewing project that has been lying around.

On top of all that I will turn in a couple of applications per day and spend some time with friends and family.

All is good until I have to make a car payment. Until then I’m curious as to what God has in store for me.

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NaBloPoMo 6:Independent Career

img_1319   I am a writer. I write almost daily, not just when it is convenient, nor only when I feel like it.  I have subject matter.  I have a demographic of 41 million people in the USA alone. People express curiosity about my subject matter. My dilemma; do I seek representation or do I self-publish?

My goal is to be a writer independent of a day job.  As long as I am working toward that goal, I don’t care if I get there by agent and publishing company or if I get there by self-publishing.

The problem is that I keep flip-flopping between using my writing time to seek an agent or editing my book.  So far writing a proposal has served me well for creating a business plan in case I do not find an agent.

The more I study techniques to find an agent the more I feel shoved out as a person they do not want.  Unless, I do more work to gain a following that actually enhances my ability to successfully self-publish.

My time has value.  An agent’s time has value.  A publicists time has value. A publishing company’s time has value.  I’m sure if we all got together we’d work to produce something of value.

One day I will see how my success plays out.  I find that interesting.

NaBloPoMo 5: Skipped a Day

Yesterday I did nothing but got up, went to work, then went to dinner with my sisters.  One sister opted out of her share of the bottle of wine leaving it to and even split between me the other sister.  I was in no shape to blog before midnight.  I even tried.  I had my blog open created a very short post.  Decided it didn’t make sense. Closed it and went to bed.  This is a placard just so I can keep my entires matched with the date of the month, knowing that I skipped a day.

NaBloPoMo 3: Just Because You Can; Doesn’t Mean You Should.

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A Federal Judge has ruled that work on the four-state pipeline can go forward, but Tuesday President Obama said that the U.S Army Corps of Engineers is examining possible alternative routes for the Dakota Access Pipeline.   (full npr article here)

I really hope this happens.  This just doesn’t affect lake Oahe and the Missouri River they are also going under the Mississippi between Iowa and Illinois.

I’d rather not see the pipeline go in underneath all that farmland.  But, to find an alternative route especially after a Federal Judge gave the go ahead, I would love to see that expression of independence thought demonstrated.

Just because you can doesn’t always make it right.  I hope the powers that be make a stand for independence.

 

NaBloPoMo 2: Independent From

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Independent From

The clarity I received from understanding the difference between being independent and independent from was the origin for this exercise.

Once I understood that I had independence and it wasn’t necessarily something that I had to win, nor declare, sight changes in my behavior came from this new state of being.

It is funny how one little word can skewer the interpretation that leads to dictate ones actions.

BTW this did not fix everything because I still feel that I’m not quite owning up to the life I believe I am supposed to be living, but I quit wasting energy where I didn’t need to be wasting energy. That alone was so freeing.

I don’t have to parry over every opinion of my mothers because I’m independent and I don’t have to gain independence from her.  Because I am an adult I inherently have that independence.  Think of all the energy that could have been saved if I cued in on that the minute I turned eighteen.

I could listen to people without trying to prove that I had independent thought [from…].  So I could just let them talk.

The law is the law, I don’t have to rail against government to gain my independence from it.

I have nothing to prove.

I am independent.

I am independent among a collective of independents.  That defines America. WoW!

NaBloPoMo 2016

img_0441I have been thinking about doing a daily examination of the word Independence. I figured NaBloPoMo would be a good tie in and get me posting again.  The last time I did this I took a cue from NaNoWriMo and wrote 1,500 words on one thing that drove me nuts about quitting smoking everyday.  But I did it in .pages.  It was a raw, whiney, rough draft that I could clean up before going public. I hope my writing and POV have matured since then.

BTW I am still working on that book.  I made a goal to be finished or find an agent by the end of the year.  Well I finally finished part one and the rest of the time I’ve been working on things agents want, such as an outstanding query letter a proposal.

Actually, I don’t mind working on the proposal even though it takes my attention away from the book, because it is like a business plan. If I don’t get an agent in the next nine weeks, I know what my next step is when I finish writing. I have a plan.

Plus, on top of that and a full time job, I just started doing some lessons on the Kahn Academy website, so I have been flip-flopping between that and the examination of Independence.  May as well just do it because I won’t be able to see if I fail or not unless I start.

The real question is, could I possibly have thirty essays defining the word Independence??  Curious.

Points To Address For The Feminism Movement pt 12

Generations of us women have done our part to break the chains of the kitchen and the never-ending laundry. Here are some conflicts that, for me, arise nearly on a daily basis. I wonder if you feel the same?

This isn’t the start of anything. Women HAVE BEEN doing.

Margaret Brent was one of the largest landowners in the 1600’s.
Mary Musgrove ran a fur trading post in the 1700’s.
Women worked as nurses during the war of 1812.
Women were writing and publishing books in the 1800’s.
Harriet Beecher Stowe – Uncle Tom’s Cabin 1852
Louisa May Alcott – Little Women 1868
Emily Dickinson – Poems 1890
Kate Warne was a detective for Pinkerton in 1856.
As Americans pioneered west, women worked as postmasters.
The Triangle Shirtwaist fire killed over 100 women in 1911. Women had to have worked there in order to die in that fire.
Not to mention all the Rosie the Riveters during WWII.
Muriel Siebert bought a seat on the NY Stock Exchange in 1967.
All throughout time, widows took over family businesses and women ran business behind the shield of a husband. When we perpetuate the myth that women never worked, are we erasing these people and their deaths from history?

Just because we had to step from behind the shield, or single women needed better access to banking, doesn’t mean women didn’t work.

The point is … We aren’t the exception in anything we do. We are the rule.

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