Phil has told me that he thinks I need to write a book, no idea about what kind of book but just write one. So as I lay down at night I run all kind of ideas in my mind about what to write. You wouldn't believe all the ideas that come across my mind. Do I write from personal experiences? Do I write a fantasy? Romance? Drama? Comedy? I like the idea about a comedy, that is our family lifestyle I think.
Who knows, maybe I'll do it and maybe I won't.
I'm a little bummed tonight. My class that I'm teaching on Tuesday's in Hampstead is dwindling down week by week. It was a small class to begin with, one lady has doctor appointments on Tuesdays at the same time, one is moving up north, and now another one is going back to work. That just leaves me with one person in class. I really like Ms. Ruth and I don't want to let her down and quit the class, but it is a twenty minute drive to the center, twenty minute back and I only make 13 dollars off of her. Is it worth my time?
I know I'll keep going up there, but it is really discouraging to have my class get smaller and smaller. I would like for it to have at least 3 students each week, not just one. My Thursday night class is growing slowly, I hope it grows bigger because I only make a little over a hundred each four weeks from them. Boy oh boy, I sure do wish the economy would get better so the arts and crafts world would pick up.
Okay, I need to get ready for bed. night.
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