Exercise

Yesterday, I decided to wipe the dust off my muscles and get them moving again. I started a new round of weight training. I started so slow, most exercises I didn't even use weights. Yet today I am sore! My plan is to have some kind of definition by my 40th Birthday. Two months, think it's possible?
Katelyn and Samantha started too. I really hope Katelyn sticks with it. She has inherited my bad back and needs to strengthen it so she doesn't end up with it messed up.
The younger three are in the third week of off track. I will not miss the constant fighting of who touched who when they go back.

So I have my first page written and ready to take to class tomorrow. I think it's good, but is it great? Guess we will find out. I keep having dreams of going to class and no one taking it seriously but me. Even the teacher, he just cooks. Funny!

Shot down again

Last night was another writing class. I think I confused my teacher and now I'm confused as to where I want my story to go. I'm almost so sick of the subject, shadows, that I want to throw it out the window. But I know I can't. My kids came up with the story line and they are excited for me to write it. I WILL push through this. Cause if I can do this, I can do anything, right?

The picture is one I took on Mount Timpanogos. It's my favorite one of all the goat pictures I took. That was a hard hike but I absolutely loved it. How did I make it to the top? One step at a time. How will I write this book? One step at a time. :) I'm so deep!

I have taken on the the roll of a writer. I thought; I like to read, I like to write, why not? My only hang up is spelling and grammer and I have spell check for that. I have a good imagination! Let's do it!
eeeee Not as easy as it sounds. Once I started it wasn't so easy. Now I am taking a Creative Writing class and find it hard and challenging. But in the past two weeks I can see my growth.
Someday I will be published. That is my goal, for now, to be published. Just to prove to myself that I can do something and follow through, well.

(Raising my glass) To writing