KATY MC KENNA RAYMOND WON THE DR. GARY CHAPMAN BOOK, LOVE AS A WAY OF LIFE, WHICH IS FEATURED ON MY BLOG FICTIONARY.

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I’ve decided that my blogging life, especially with two of them (blogs, not lives…but a clone might be nice) needs to be organized. Lord knows, something in my life needs to be organized. Might as well start there.

So, here’s what I’m thinking about this little blog of mine.

Christa as teacher: After spending over 21 years in high school classrooms as an English teacher, I thought it would be worthwhile to share information for students, teachers, parents, parole boards, employers. Not so much day in the life of, though that’s certainly an option, as much as a behind the scenes of and how parents help or sabotage their teenagers, and whatever any of you might want to know from a teacher’s perspective on teaching.  Transparent Teaching was my first thought for those posts which, of course, would be on a Tuesday and/or Thursday to honor all things alliterative.

Then my marketing brain kicked in and I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun to call it Naked Teaching?”  My Akismet would exhaust itself with the salacious spams, but by the second week of school, my students and I are doing naked writing, so why not? Plus, it’s a great segue into the profoundly boring subject of participles because, clearly, we should all know that naked writing and writing naked are visibly different. Transparent Naked Teaching? Nah, redundant. But, the acronym, TNT, is workable.

Christa as writer: I’ll own being opaque when it comes to my fiction writing. Not that I’m unwilling to share what I write and how it can shift from stupendous to stupid in less than two sentences. So many other writers with more experience, published books, awards, and recognizable faces and names are sharing, I wonder what could I possibly offer?  [That reads much more self-pitying than I intended. Now, see, in my real book-writing-world, I'd have to change the line because the tone's not conveying the message I want.]

I don’t want to be whiny wimpy writer and compete for blog time with my Word Game Wednesday. Fiction definitely points to Friday. Hmm…Fun Fiction? Gag.

Honestly, Fiction on my Fanny would be much more accurate because, with the exception of those few authors I know who actually write while standing, if the buttocks aren’t in the chair, the book’s not happening.

Christa as wife, mother, grammy, sister, mother-in-law, daughter-in-law: This one is a compound fracture in my already fractured life. I’ve forewarned my daughters that it’s unlikely they’ll be a “good” one of those listed roles simultaneously. My adultren (a portmanteau word I just created…adult+children) are now 31, 28, 25, 25, and 22. My granddaughters are three and one. I, on the other hand, have not aged. It is miraculous. Monday or Saturday? Don’t have a firm grasp on this one yet. Liking the idea of Monday Musings…

Christa as God-child: Exploring my relationship as a child of God would be will be scary.[ For me. I hope not for you reading about me. Any other scary caused by your own relationship with God is all yours.] There are still areas in my life where I insist on playing tug-of-war with God. Who am I kidding? I’m pulling on a rope the size of which could tow a cruise ship into port, and God’s in His heaven with a yo-yo string entertaining Himself with my foolishness. I love that God as a sense of humor. I don’t always love that I’m the source of it.

Definitely a Sunday post. I’d love to call it Sashay Sunday because I have few, if any opportunities to legitimately use that word sashay, and I happen to like it (the verb; the noun, not so much). Why don’t people sashay in the 21st century? Is it symptomatic of our stressed and frenetic society that we don’t have the time to sashay places? Maybe I could start a Save the Sashay movement.

Maybe I could get back on topic. Sunday Soul Searching. Ugh. So staunchly serious.

Here’s the lineup so far:

Tuesday or Thursday: Transparent (or Naked) Teaching

Wednesday: Word Game Wednesday

Friday: Fiction on my Fanny (unless this is found to be offensive by the audience. If so, I’ll rename it Fiction on Your Fanny.)

Monday or Saturday: Family Day, yet unnamed

Sunday: Devotion day, yet unnamed.

So, feel free to help a sister out here with ideas.