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.
Henry 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.
“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.
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.
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