Off to Louisiana....

I am headed off to Louisiana to do some writing- this should tell you something if I have to drive over state lines for this to happen. One more day and I am gone. Yahooooo.
For non-writers I am sure they roll their eyes at me and wonder, “Really? She is excited about this? Sounds boring.” Well, imagine living in a land where no one speaks your language. Finally, you get to go home for the weekend where everyone speaks your language again and you are finally understood…that is how writers feel when they are around other writers. No, I don’t like sitting in a chair for long periods of time. If you know me, this is torture. My ADHD kicks in about an hour into the conference and by noon I am done, mentally, but I am so inspired that I gave volumes. People that know me well keep me stocked with diet coke and treats like a child so I will pay attention. Hey, whatever works! It will be nice to be understood for three days.
My novel is starting to really become a reality. It still needs work and filling in or as my friend calls it, fleshing out but it has form, shape and depth to it. The characters have life. Some I have killed off. Some of them developed life on their own like they were real. Scary, huh?
Pray that I finish well. This novel needs to be seen through to the end-published.

One headed out, one in Kinder and two in between

When I made the "life plan" I never wrote down.."I think I will space my kids out 6 years in between (3 of them) to where I have a senior in high school and a middle schooler and a kindergarten kiddo (I also have a 3rd grader in there too). What idiot does that? I am buying graduation invitations and t-ball pants in the same year. I didn't plan well at all. I am paying for college and teaching my five year old (special needs child) to read in the same year. If I had stopped and thought about this, well I would have gone another direction. That is why God did the planning.

I was done having children after Cass, my third child, when He whispered the "adoption option" in my ear. TJ was about 11 or 12 when we started considering this and I was in my mid to late 30's...this was not an issue now and GOD knew it. See, he knows my heart. He knows if I had done the math on how old I would be now I would say, "Hmmmm.....I think I might be in my late 50's when my little Ikester graduates."

Funny how God works. Sneaky even. Wonderful still:) If he gave us the playbook ahead of time, we would most likely never attempt half of our adventures. Therefore, I will carpool to Kindergarten with a smile while I plot how I can afford Texas Tech with a smile.