The Next Chapter

Hello to my loyal readers. Some of you follow the YouTube re-runs. Others enjoy the Teaser Tuesdays and Guest Posts. No matter what your preference, I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my blog. Sounds like a farewell doesn’t it? Rest assured, it’s an “Until we meet again.”

I have been managing this blog since December 2012. I have met some pretty fantastic folks through this medium. The next chapter of my life is beginning, however, and with that comes self-reflection and prioritizing.

I enrolled in a Ph.D. program and will begin classes on April 10th. From what I understand, most of my time will be spent reading, writing, and studying. In fact, I’m told that this will take about 20 hours a week out of my time. It’s basically a part-time job. My grand plan was to finish Between Worlds book 4 and then 5. I think that’s going to have to wait.

I will be finished with my Ph.D. in September 2020, maybe sooner depending on how much work I’ve already completed on my dissertation by that time. After that I will be a “doctor.” My specialization will be in education (e.g., an educational psychologist) with an emphasis in teaching and instruction. My dream and sincere hope is that I am then able to climb in academia and grab a full-time, tenure track professor’s position.

Here’s how I look at the situation. If I lived through all of the turmoil and hardship of 2014, I can accomplish anything. This path I’m about to take will take time and patience. It will take determination. It will take battling against burn out and taking a few hours of time each day to devote to studying and composition. When it’s all said and done, I will be able to check another thing off of my bucket list: becoming a doctor with pretty little letters after my name: Tracy Wilson, Ph.D. (or Tracee Ford as you know me). When someone says, “Hey Doc,” they will actually be talking to me. I can publish research AND fiction.

I do plan to publish a memoir in October, nonetheless. It’s done and simply waiting for me to hit the “publish” button. It’s going to cover a lot of my personal paranormal experiences, but I have much more to add to that. Still, if I still don’t have peace about this project, it may be placed on the back burner as well, seeing publication at a much later date.

I am also anticipating going back to teaching at the local university part-time in August. Spring semester is wrapping up, which is why I scheduled doctoral classes through the summer. So, when Fall rolls around, I will be not only instructing, but I will be a student as well as a mom and a wife. I’m not sure I will have the time I need to be a blogger and a YouTube creator until I get through this journey.

With that being said, below you’ll find the remaining Guest Posts and YouTube schedule below. If after reading this, you decide to get together and send me a boat-load of guest posts, that’s okay. I’ll keep scheduling folks as long as the submissions keep coming in. If not, that’s okay, too.

3/28: B. Ferrante, guest post

4/4: Mary Edwards, guest post

4/7: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Scary Movies

4/11: I. Monique, guest post

4/18: Mary Edwards, guest post

4/21: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Spirit Guides

4/25: C. Zielinski, guest post

5/5: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Orbs

5/9: Mary Edwards, guest post

5/16: W. Luthman, guest post

5/19: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Soulmates

5/23: Mary Edwards, guest post (final Teaser Tuesday post)

6/2: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Divine Intervention

6/16: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Healers

7/7: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Seers

7/21: Freaky Friday YouTube, Spiritus Walking: Faith (final Freaky Friday post)

Again, thank you for always reading my rants and my posts. I won’t disappear completely, I promise. I have too much to give. This might end up being a great place to post my research findings, so those of you who are geeks like me might enjoy my publications.

Peace out.

Teaser Tuesday: Through Glass Darkly

TGD 3d bookHenry stood at the graveside looking down at the settling pile of dirt. Only two weeks had gone by since he buried his daughter. He visited the grave each day, hoping it was a nightmare he might awaken from, but it wasn’t a dream. The truth and reality was that his little girl had been taken from him. He tortured himself with all of the might-have-beens and what-ifs.

Heartbroken, he didn’t see much of a way out from this. He kept coming to the same conclusion about coping with Mya’s loss. Nothing seemed to temper the sorrow. Nothing calmed the raging grief overtaking his mind. All of the things he didn’t say to her and all of the things he didn’t do haunted him continually; every moment of every hour of every day.

Teaser Tuesday: Voice of the Dead

VOD 3-d“What happened to you in the woods today? Not just today, but at every crime scene we’ve been to, something happens to you. You go off by yourself, and then when you return, you look like you’ve had the life sucked right out of you. You told me you would tell me.”

“You want to talk about this now?”

“I want to know.”

She heaved a sigh and then stood and walked to the bed, sitting down beside him with her back resting against the headboard. Inside of her, the defenses began flying up.

She hadn’t talked about her abilities with anyone outside her family. Her mother talked about it with her a lot and then once she died, Annie encouraged it. She never told Chelsey or Selina–or anyone else. Visions and voices meant emotional instability and for a nationally respected forensic psychologist, it meant sure destruction of a career and credibility.

Nick’s tone became angry. “You’re shutting down. I can see it in your face.” He paused. “Why do you do this, Doc? I still don’t understand you sometimes.” He watched for a response, but she didn’t say anything. “I’ve talked to you about things that happened to me in the Gulf more than I’ve ever talked to anyone–even Jillian. I’ve trusted you with thoughts that I’ve never trusted anyone with, but you still shut me out.”

She sighed as tears brimmed in her eyes.

“Please, Lauren, let me in. I won’t hurt or betray you or judge you. Tell me what’s going on.”

Dropping her head, she looked down at her hands as they began trembling. “I don’t really know where to start.”

“The beginning is always a good place,” he encouraged as he took one of her hands into his.

Thankful Challenge: Day 13

Goals

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Today, I’m thankful for goals. I’ve set many goals in my life. Some I’ve been unable to harness. Others, I’ve roped and have been able to check off. One of those goals was becoming a published author. My books are my life. They are a piece of me that I’ve decided to share with the world. Although my ability to give time to writing has become limited, my love for the written word hasn’t changed.

When I embarked on this adventure before I could even write. I was telling stories when I was little. I was creating worlds as a child. When I was 16, I finished my first novel. It has yet to be published. In 2012, I published THE FINE LINE. A publisher picked it up in February 2013. Another book followed and another, and another. I don’t have anything on the books for early 2017, but in the fall of 2017, my memoir is coming out. I decided to wait for various reasons, but it’s coming.

My motto used to be DREAM BIG, but something change inside of me in 2014 and this year I decided to change my trademark to THE SMART MOUTH WRITER. It suits me. I can be sort of brash if pushed. I don’t do politically correct. I don’t care what someone thinks about my novels. If you like them, that’s wonderful. If you don’t that’s okay, too. I don’t write them for anyone. I write them for me.

When I left the traditional publishing world, I started Ozwind Publishing. Without my husband, I couldn’t have accomplished this goal. Since its birth, I’ve learned how to format, create book covers, and publish without the help of others. That type of independence isn’t something you can buy. It’s the very definition of self discovery and reaching for the stars.

I’m working on several novels right now, but I’m not entirely committed to them. It’ll come. It always does. It is who I am and I am grateful to have been given such a beautiful gift.

Teaser Tuesday: The Fine Line

3d of the fine lineHe paused hesitantly as his mind went to a more serious place. “Let me ask you something Curt…”

“Sure,” he answered as he crossed his arms.

“The people who lived here before, did they ever say anything to you about strange things happening in the house?”

Curtis took in a deep breath and then exhaled. “Well, the house sat empty for about 12 years or so when you folks decided to buy it. The people that lived there before kept to themselves. They said ‘hello’ to us maybe twice the entire time they lived there; never said anything to us about anything strange though. Everything okay?”

“I was just curious.” He didn’t hide his unsettledness well because Curtis caught on quickly.

“You sure you two are okay?” he asked with concern in his tone.

“Oh yes. It’s nothing serious, but Robin and I hear things sometimes. And I’ve been feeling a little strange too.”

Haunted House“I don’t know anything for sure, but that house,” he said as he lifted his chin toward the daunting structure, “has a long history. You might want to research it. Maybe that’ll help you understand what’s happening.”

“Okay, Curt. Well, um, thanks. I better get back to work though. I’ll send Olivia over when she gets here,” Matt concluded as he waved and headed back to the mower.

Teaser Tuesday: Through Glass Darkly

TGD 3d bookDanny watched as Donte’s grip loosened on the knife, and it fell to the ground. Donte’s hands rose to the blackened sky as one of the backup officers came up behind him and cuffed him.

Olivia stood still, frozen with shock, her eyes wide with fear. Danny put his gun back in his holster and rushed to her. Walking behind her, he pulled a knife from his boot and sliced the zip-tie from her wrists. She put her hands to her throat, trying to assess the damage done by the blade. Danny then stood in front of her, lifted his hands, and cupped her face in his palms, observing her expression and watching her terrified eyes.

“You okay? How bad is it?”

“Not too bad,” she whispered still holding tightly to her throat.

“Let me see, Livy,” he said as he moved her hands away slowly. He examined the wound as the sirens blared in the background. “It’s not too bad. You’ll probably need a few stitches.”

Olivia felt stiff, but her brain worked perfectly. She knew her life was spared because of Danny. “Thank you,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “You sure you’re okay? Medics are coming.”

She nodded, her lower lip quivering a little, the tears now streaming down her face. She hated feeling so vulnerable and victimized. It made her look weak again, like she couldn’t handle the job. This angered her.

“Come here,” he said pulling her into an embrace. She trembled in his arms. “It’s goin’a be okay. I got ya.”

As he held her shuddering body close to his, a connection formed instantaneously between them. Born of dramatic circumstances, Danny’s protective nature swept over him and he now knew nothing would be the same. He felt that he must protect Olivia at all costs, almost as if it were a spiritual calling. He knew in that moment, without a doubt, he’d die for her.

He couldn’t explain how one such incident could cause an intense reaction. He’d had partners before, female ones even, but somehow, she was different. He couldn’t describe it and didn’t even want to. It was just something he knew. Without their consent, the game changed.

Teaser Tuesday: Voice of the Dead

VOD 3-dLisa glanced up at Nick as they began to make their way out of the woods. “So, Nick, how do you like Dayton?”

Lauren followed behind with Detective Detty trying, again, not to listen.

“It’s okay. I miss Tommy,” he said.

“Well, you know where to find me if you ever get lonely. I’m not too far away. Columbus isn’t that far of a drive.”

Lauren saw Nick look over his shoulder at her. He seemed self-conscious, but Lisa smiled from ear to ear.