No Escaping Destiny
I really don't know what I would do with myself if I didn't have my writing. It's like there was no escaping it. The creature had to be made. I had this weird reflective moment a couple days ago. I started thinking about my younger, elementary-aged self and then compared it to what I am doing right now as an adult. I have to say, I would never have called it. Just about the last thing I wanted to do was teach the violin. I should have known better than to jinx myself. Now in retrospect I can't think of anything else I would rather be doing that teaching music. The pieces just all seemed to fit together. The thing is with private teaching is that most of your work happens in the after school/work hours. Aside from a handful of homeschoolers and adult students, I mostly have the morning and early afternoon free. Which is nice. It's when I make the time to exercise or run errands. It's also when I write. ...