My name is LizzyJean and I am the author of the widely acclaimed humorous novel, My Mother’s Shoes. Widely acclaimed may be stretching the truth a bit, but I write fiction so it’s allowed. If someone asked me what I did for a living I would have to say I’m a teacher, but writing is in my soul (although I didn’t realize that until a few years ago.)
I am a teacher, author, free-lance writer, wife, mother… The list is endless. I’ve published one book, My Mother’s Shoes, and have considered writing another. I spend a great deal of time writing online. I have two websites, 252 Squidoo lenses, and two blogs.
I am a teacher, author, free-lance writer, wife, mother… The list is endless. I’ve published one book, My Mother’s Shoes, and have considered writing another. I spend a great deal of time writing online. I have two websites, 252 Squidoo lenses, and two blogs.
So why am I starting another one?
The answer to that is simple. I started writing six years ago. I was responding to a dare when I sat down to write my first book. I had no illusions. I’m a science teacher, not an English teacher. My grammar is atrocious and the meaning of most four letter words eludes me. I can spell them—sort of.
In any case, I had a ball. I didn’t realize how much fun writing could be. You know the saying “You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.” is a bunch of malarkey. I went back and learned all the things I should have learned in High School English. My grammar has improved and my spelling… well if it wasn’t for Spell Check I’d be in trouble.
The point is writing was fun. I wouldn’t spend what little free time I have doing it if it wasn’t.
Reading is fun.
Writing is fun.
And every third Monday and fourth Thursday, teaching is fun.
I want to keep it that way. I would like to say that teaching is fun, but it’s not. For it to be fun the student have to want to learn. It’s easier to force-feed a baby squashed beets than to force-feed knowledge to I-know-it-all-already teenagers. After all, they’re smarter than any adult living on the planet today. (One student told me Einstein had to be stupid. Why else would he use a capital C to represent the speed of light?)
So I write….
and I write…
and I write…
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