In the Beginning

I could never do anything the easy way or the normal way.  I believe, that most people, even today, go to school, may or may not include higher education, find jobs, then start a family, raise family, retire.  A life that I hope most people are happy living.  However, there are those of us who, try as we might, cannot accomplish that line of thinking. 

I finished high school, barely, thanks to amazing friends who pushed me hard my last six weeks.  I tried college, failed, got kicked out of my home, spent the next three years giving my mom the finger as I proved that I could take care of myself by working in the pizza delivery business.  (I have to admit that I miss the people I worked with, but very happy when I finally managed to move on.)  Then, I got sick and realized that the life I was creating for myself was not the life I wanted.  I swallowed my pride and had lunch with my mother.  Got enough courage to explain that I wanted to go back to college and clean up my credit which was destroyed due to a relationship with a fiancee, therefore, I needed to move home.  She let me, much to my surprise.

Things were going well.  I cleaned up my credit was finishing up at community college and was beginning to apply to a four year college, when I met my first husband.  My first husband was not a horrible person, he could be loving, caring and devoted, but us together was a train wreck, but we were good at hiding it.  I pushed him to become the successful person I believed he could be and he did, but we grew to want different things and would not compromise to include or involve the other.  I left.  Turned out to be the best move for both of us.

I went back to college in the hopes of finishing ... over spring break, I got pregnant.  The last month of the pregnancy was hard and I ended up having an emergency c-section two and a half weeks early.  He came out healthy and perfect, we felt blessed.  About the time I was looking to find a job to help my husband support our family, we were asked to adopt a relative.  The catch was that the child was behind developmentally and they required a stay at home parent.  After much discussion with my husband we agreed with one caveat.  I would work on my novel, something I had been working on for the past three years, longer, if you include the beginning character creations.

I still have not graduated from college.  I am on my second marriage.  I have one biological son and another that I am working on adopting.  I honestly believe that I am one Nanowrimo away from completing my first rough draft of a novel that I hope to publish.

Nanowrimo is short for National Novel Writers Month, which occurs during the month of November, where those who enjoy writing or aspire to be writers attempt to write a minimum of 50,000 word novel in 30 days.

Stay with me/Join me as I prepare and push through my next obstacle.  Writing a novel.

LadyKaitlyn