Well, I'm sure I'm not the only one who's scratching their head, wondering how we're already into the third month of this year. *sigh* Anyway, since we are seven days into March, I have a couple of topics to cover.
First up, before I discuss my insecurities for this month's IWSG, I want to remind everyone that we wouldn't be here without our creator,
Alex J. Cavanaugh. And special thanks to this month's co-hosts,
Mary Aalgaard, Bish Denham, Jennifer Hawes, Diane Burton, and
Gwen Gardner!
To learn more about the IWSG program and how it can help your insecurities, visit the
website here.
IWSG March
Monthly question: "How do you celebrate when you achieve a writing goal/ finish a story?"
When I finish a writing goal or a novel, I honestly feel a huge sense of relief. Accomplishing that in itself gives me a huge sense of pride. Then, of course, two seconds later, I remember the entire editing process and the goal-setting process starts all over again. Perhaps that's what I'm doing wrong? Am I not celebrating enough? I'm sure after I visit a few blogs today, I'll have some great ideas for celebrating my writing goals.
Heartbroken
As many of you already know by now, the South Florida community was rocked in sheer devastation from the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School. Words cannot express how heartbreaking this has been.
On the day it happened, Valentine's Day of all days, my husband called me and asked if I had heard. I hadn't so I immediately called my neighbor who works at Douglas to see if he was okay. He was fine and we are thankful. Miraculously, he had left the area when the shooting started. It just so happened the building where the shooting took place is where he works. He was lucky, but as you know others weren't. The school happens to around the corner from where my son pracices soccer. Half of his team has family members who are students at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School and those kids attend West Glades middle school which is right next door. What many of you don't know are the small details about that day. The fact that one student saved one kid and went back to save another and died. Another fourteen-year-old was shot multiple times that they ended up using the child's clothing in order to identify the victim. I don't want to mention their names because it's too real and it hurts. The thought of a parent having to relive their kid's death for a lifetime on the internet is sickening to me. The survivors, the ones who were shot and thankfully lived, will be dealing with a lifetime of recovery and loss, no doubt. Our community too, I suspect, will have that sense of loss for the rest of our days.
To give you a glimpse of the aftereffects, our community (and others) are dealing with copy-cat attempts and threats--which is insane, to say the least. Some would say the Broward Sherriff's office has upped security measures--others would say it's a joke. I have my opinion, but it doesn't make the deaths of those seventeen students and teachers go away. After this happened, I realized (once again) that no one is safe anymore. As a personal precautionary measure, I reviewed the safety measures with my kids before they went to school the following day. I asked them where they are supposed to hide if a shooter is live on their campus. I asked them when was the last time they had a Code Red drill, wanting to know if the school was prepared. Then I realized, all the preparation in the world, can't prepare a young one for a person(s) intending to kill. Today, I dropped my son off at school and they have new security measures, which is good I guess. One measure they implemented, was the onsite campus security officer must carry an assault rifle, which was so unfathomable it's mindboggling.
This week, we witnessed our state take some initiatives to change things. First the
Senate and now we're waiting on the
House. I don't know what the answer is to all these shootings: fewer guns, better response from goverment agencies, more mental health support, fewer video games, better parenting? Who knows? All I know is those poor families who lost their loved ones are undoubtedly still in shock--as we all are. But life goes on, right? Yes, it does but the empty feeling we have will be with us forever.
Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School - How to help.
When this happened, I donated to the victim's fund right away and then again a week later. Something tells me I will be donating to these families for some time because I just can't imagine their state of minds. Or worse if their horror became mine. If you can help, please do. Here's the
Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School Go Fund Me page. Any little bit helps.
That's all I have. I'm off to see other IWSGers. What are your insecurities this month?
How do you celebrate when you finish your novel?
Mina B.
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