Feeling the sting, I’m becoming jaded.

One thing I found an appreciation for was the ability to say “I am part of a writing community.”  Naropa always made me feel welcome – it’s difficult to be the Conservative Soccer Mom, but it never was an issue there.  I felt like I had the support I needed.

But things started to change – somehow I missed the politics and favorites and stereotypes and backstabbing and competition and the many typical things associated with other organizations, ways of life.  They claimed to be immune.

Now I sit and watch as things fall a part. I find myself ashamed.  I have 23 days left to make my campaign work.  I thought for sure my writing community would support me in this endeavor.  Yet, not one individual from that community has come forth.

Funny…would they be the first persons to claim a connection to me if I succeed and get this thing published?

I’m wondering if begging, pleading, groveling is appropriate…

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/when-someone-dies-in-mexico/x/4542079

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Parenthood…

So my most recent Christmas Eve gift consisted of my poor teenage boys hitting a deer while on their way to pick me up from work.  Thanks to my eldest son’s quick thinking, he managed to minimize the damage and saved himself (and his younger brother) from injury.

I found myself shaking, nearly in tears, thinking about my children and the worst…

I sit here this morning, working on my syllabi and schedules, wondering how my Great-Grandfather, Senor Cabrera, could be so calloused to his own children.  Bless my Grandma Cita and her mother…

Insignificant…

Stalling out…

I keep telling myself that I still have 28 days left, but I worry that isn’t enough time.  I’ve accumulated$100 of my$500 goal, but what happens if that time passes and I gain NOTHING more!

For those who read this:

Please check out my manuscript – http://rachelabeytanewlon.wordpress.com/manuscript-sampling/.  This is what I am working so hard towards!  Then go to my Indiegogo Campaign – http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/when-someone-dies-in-mexico/x/4542079. You can contribute ANY amount!  Please help!

In My Other Blog Life:

In this life, I represent a scattered, inexperienced writer. A recent MFA grad who bounces from one adjunct teaching position to another.  I try to stay sane, organized, but it’s all a joke.  I too work that inconvenient retail job between semesters.   I too procrastinate and wait until the last possible moment to plan for the classes I teach.  I order takeout and promise my kids a home cooked meal soon!  I’m human and unpredictable.

However, there are those moments when something comes along that balances out that chaos, that makes me feel successful and confident.  You follow my blog for a reason, so I ask that you take the time to visit my alter-ego, my other writer life, and see just how simply close I am to being an actual published author…

Nothing Is Ever Done When Someone Dies In Mexico