Welcome to the Weekend Coffee Share! Please don’t hate me because I live in Florida, and it will be close to 80 degrees today. At least my iced coffee is pumpkin spice flavor! 😉
First, I’d like to ask, which rings true for you? Here are two alternate skits:
Child: Grandpa, why are we here?
Grandfather: To love one another and care for this great Earth.
Child: Grandpa, why are we here?
Grandfather: To compete with each other, destroy our enemies, and turn a profit.
I will not deny that this may seem a little political. I have a hard time verbalizing such things. I love people regardless of their political beliefs. But I am having such a hard time lately dealing with recent policy changes, seeing the earth pilfered, people hurt, and families torn apart. I may seem like a pipe dreamer, but I have long ago realized that was my place on this Earth. If we all saw things in black and red (monetarily and us vs. them), it would be an ugly world indeed. I’ve also accepted that, if I were alive in the Middle Ages, I would have been an artisan, poor indeed, but I would make people smile or cry, and they’d throw me enough crumbs to keep me alive. I’d also be least likely to get beheaded. I obviously would dress for comfort and not to impress some king into putting jewels on my head. I’m perfectly fine with my place in life. If I should ever make it big as an author, I’ll wear what the heck I want to book signings, just like Stephen King.
Now, off of my soapbox. I have not participated in Weekend Coffee Share in a while! Part of that is due to neglecting to blog more than once a week. I’ve been doing the flash fiction entries since it’s tickles my fancy, but only once a week. It’s good to be back, even if for once in a blue moon. I love my writers’ community, and I’m glad you all are still here in this space!
Work has kept me busy, busy, while I try to promote my published books. I’m not writing a book for NANOWRIMO, but I am fleshing out and revising the one I wrote last November. It is a sequel to my time travel novel, Detours in Time . This sequel has gone from 45,000 words to 56,000 when I last checked, so I am making progress. Still, some nights, I get home from work and just want to read and relax. It may not be completely revised at the end of November, and that’s okay. I get achy in my hands and arms at times, either due to arthritis or the way I manage stress (internalizing). So, I’m not pushing it. All will happen in due time. I don’t see myself quitting the job to just write until I most likely legitimately retire from teaching.
The workplace has given me more challenges than last year, I believe. My family life is calmer, but I come home from work good and tired. I won’t complain about the job; there are good days and bad days. Sometimes, you can know just what to say to tell a student you’ve “got their number,” and it may work. Other days, it’s quite overwhelming and you just wonder why they have to be manipulated or pleaded with to do the right thing? Ah, the nature of middle-schoolers. They don’t always know who they are.
At least I get to teach one of my favorite books again: Bad Boy by Walter Dean Myers. Talk about a struggle for identity. This book is about his life, and he sure went through some hard times regarding: poverty, race, identity, growing up in Harlem, family issues, and adolescence in general. I know I mentioned this last week in my Stream of Consciousness post. This book stays with me. We are starting to study author’s point of view in a memoir. I’m hoping I have enough artistic kids, because what I’d like to do is have posters of his head opening like a box with a hinge, and his thoughts on paper strips coming out. Truly, isn’t that what a writer does? We open it up for others to see what is inside. Usually, there is an end goal. He obviously wants to inspire kids of today to stop making excuses and go for their dreams. I know Myers inspires me.
Well, Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday, is coming soon. We’re going to NC to see my brother and sister-in-law. The cooler weather will be nice. I think I’ll gain weight. I do yoga once or twice a week, but my cardio is faltering. I blame it on weather fluctuations and writing goals. I just have to do enough to make sure my clothes still fit. Buying a whole new wardrobe doesn’t appeal to me like it used to. I guess I’m getting more practical as I move toward fifty. It’s gonna be awesome. I will make it awesome. I’ve added beer yoga, baby-goat yoga, trying helium beer with my high-school best friend, and still have sky-diving on my bucket list. Wish me luck in these endeavors! (Seriously, find a video of baby goat yoga. They jump all over the place and look so light-weight. It just seems like a joyful, laughter-filled experience I’d love to try. Watch it and feel your blood pressure drop)!
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How was your week? What’s going on in your life and your artistic/ blogging endeavors?