It is competitive, and I know I have to give up a few things to make the time to work on what it is, I really want to get out of life. I’m not giving up, no matter how much I have to work to get where I need to be. It’s a difficult chapter to write, especially set in Newport,Oregon, quite a distance from my actual home town. Something about scavenger hunts, ghost stories, and proving whether or not the ghosts are still restless.

I’ve been outlining the details for several days. My latest task being the creation of a really creepy chapter. So my point for today because I promise, I have one, is this:Īre you doing what you want to do right now? If not, why? Mapping out characters, puzzles of action, and scenes to build a picture. Now here I am, fighting my way to a very big dream. I just never thought I could make a living with an English degree. The thought of thinking, and mapping out an essay was the most amazing rush for me. Anyway, I remember being so excited to help him with his papers. Was it my own mind telling me that? Possibly.

Our minds are both creative, he is just able to work much better at physics, and mechanical processes, and all sorts of subjects I could never get. I remember helping him write a few papers as he was putting himself through college as a part time student in computer programming. When we met, I was working on my Master of Education. I asked him what he thought mine were too, and he always came back to the same answer. It was one of those philosophical moments where I wondered, what sort of career would make me happy, since I knew I needed to make a living.

One day, I was sitting on the couch with my husband, thinking about all the things I wanted to do with my life.

Rising by Holly Kelly