Way back when, before Christmas, I thought, hmmm, I'll take a few classes this next semester. It was like killing two birds with one stone. You know, take some classes to work toward my associates, and while I'm at it use my scholarship money to pay for my trip to RWA Nationals in D.C. I wanted to go so bad that I even took Algebra. I studied so much and so hard for Algebra that it left no time to do anything else. No time for blog visiting, no time for writing blogs, and no time to work on any of my works in progress. This semester has been difficult, I won't say pure hell, because in all actuality even though I didn't get to work on my wips, I was blessed to be able to take the classes, and I read some great pieces of literature.
Because of the choice and the sacrifice I made, I'll get to go to D.C. And I know that I'll get a heck of a lot out of the workshops, and I'll get to meet in person all the wonderful writers that I've met online. And hopefully, I'll get to meet other awesome people from the industry, that is if I don't stand in the shadows.
I took my last final this morning. Hopefully I won't have to take Algebra again, but I'm not going to bite my nails over it. For now, I have a huge TBR pile, a house to clean, and two manuscripts to finish. And I'll try to post more frequently here.
