Still alive, still (kind of) working.

Occasionally writing these days. Mostly am being a wife, a Mom, a student and a pregnant lazy person... meaning I'm taking more naps than usual and eating more than I should. Eh. Pregnancy doesn't last forever.

Sometimes I sit down to write and everything flows and I'm smiling and it's wonderful. Other times I don't even want to open up the lap top, I just want to eat and go to bed.

But I will continue. I hope I look back on these slow writing days and laugh. I hope one day I have the time and energy to sit for three hours or more without interruptions or fatigue and just put words on pages.

For now, I will chip away at the book and continue to spend most of my energy being a wife and mom. I know I will never regret giving them the best of me, and I know they love me for it.

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A love story

Once upon a time, a 20-year-old female sailor was almost arrested for violating article 134 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice. What was she doing, you ask? Well, she was conducting in a nature that would bring discredit to the Navy. More specifically? She was drinking under the age of 21. Even more specifically? She was drinking a bottle of Bud Light, with approximately 8-10 other young sailors, in a friend’s barracks room. This young girl knew she shouldn’t have been drinking underage. But she wasn’t very bright, and was not thinking of the consequences of her actions if she were to be caught, so she did it anyway. That evening, a young male sailor on duty (he was a master-at-arms in the Navy, in other words-military police) was patrolling the barracks. He’ll tell you now, if you ask him, that he was bored and looking for something to do. Well, he found something. He found the aforementioned girl and her ...

I don’t drink anymore. But nothing has changed! (Except everything.)

Hi, my name is Christy, and I don’t drink. I used to. I used to drink kinda frequently, actually. But now I don’t. No, I didn’t hit some ‘rock bottom’ moment, like drinking and driving and almost killing myself (or someone else.) I didn’t stop taking care of my responsibilities while drinking. I still woke up and took care of my kids every day. I just decided that it was getting to be too much. I was starting to dislike the way I felt. And I quit. I don’t drink anymore, but nothing has changed. (Except everything.) I used to be the first to say, with a laugh, “I don’t WANT to parent without alcohol!” Parenting is hard. My children are gifts that I thank God for daily, but the work involved with raising them is the hardest work I’ve ever done. ‘Mommy wine’ culture is a thing, and I was all about it. (well, I wasn’t so much a wine girl as a beer girl, but nonetheless I bought all of the 'mommy juice' sentiment that came with drinking.) I would tell myself that I deser...

How my kids HELP my writing productivity

This blog post is not a joke. Seriously. I’m going to explain the ways my children actually help me with my writing endeavors. Sure, I could write about all of the ways my children hinder the process – my youngest daughter is literally sitting on my lap as I type – but I don’t really need to tell you that, do I? It’s common knowledge that even one child takes up a lot of time. And I have six. Free time is a thing of my past. My view while typing today. I have a shocking revelation, however, that I wish to share now – my children have actually helped me with my writing. It’s true. Here’s how: They have taught me (and are teaching me daily) about patience. And let me tell you, writing a book takes a lot of patience. My biggest teacher of patience by far has been parenting. I’ve found that the wearisome moments of putting a toddler back to bed after she’s gotten out for the ninth time, or watching my kindergartner sp...

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