In February, I turned 62, and my brother said I should retire.
I’ve been pretty much retired anyway for eleven years. I had
to quit work early due to health issues. But God gave me the gift of landing in
the writing world. I write some and I critique and edit, and I love it. That
was all the job I needed.
Then in March, I was offered a job to grade manuscripts for
people seeking to be certified braille transcribers.
I love braille. When I learned braille at age eleven, my
world changed. I could read books to myself.
When I became a rehabilitation teacher, the most fun thing I
did was teach braille. I believe learning to read braille goes a long way to
helping people with visual impairments to gain literacy as well as confidence
for work and life. And, as my friend Randy says, audio books are great, but
when you read braille, you can hear the story in your own voice.
So, I took the job. It would be nice to have a little extra
money.
It’s working itself into my routine now, but at first, it
was a struggle. Housekeeping? Cooking? Just didn’t seem that important. I put
writing on the back burner.
Doesn’t seem like it should be that hard a job. I’d been
reading braille for a long time.
But, more so than editing, I have to be careful to pay
attention to each character and letter for accuracy. I have to search manuals
to find the exact rule to attach to my comments about errors.
And poor Murray. He better not talk to me when I’m focused,
unless he just likes being screamed at.
Like I said—it’s working itself more into my routine now.
And, I got my first paycheck. Always a plus.
But in my heart of hearts, I’m still a writer and editor.
I love editing and critiquing, being part of the writing
world, the wonderful friendships I have from critique partners. Editing is so
much fun, being a part of some really amazing story-tellers’ work. Writing is
still the job that most makes me smile. A spark of an idea, working to find
just the right words.
So, who’s getting old? Who can retire? I just need to find another chunk of hours to add to my day.
I say, hire a housekeeper and keep doing what you love!
ReplyDeleteNah. Who needs a clean house?:)
DeleteSharon K Connell here: LOL Spoken like a true writer. Writing comes first. The other stuff gets stuck in between when you need a break. LOL You go, Kathy.
DeleteThank you, Sharon.:)
DeleteGood for you, Kathy! Enjoy life, doing what you love now.
ReplyDeleteThank you.:)
DeleteI cannot imagine you yelling with your soft voice. I will never retire until the undertaker comes to get me. I guess I will then. I love writing, and it's important to do what you love. Keep up the good work. Love you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathy. Good idea--wait till the undertaker comes to retire.:) I like that. Love you too.
DeleteFinally figured out how to not be anonymous. LOL Kathy, you are such a gem. God has blessed so many of us with your editing and critiquing abilities. I agree with Everyone here. I'm not retired except from the 9to5 clerical world. I'll probably die while writing a story. LOL
ReplyDeleteThank you for being my friend. And praise God for husband's who understand us writers. :)
Sharon, I like the sound of that, to be writing a story when I die.:) Thank you.
DeleteCongrats to you on the job, congrats on not screaming at Murray, and congrats on knowing your many many God-given talents!!! I do believe you're a writer/editor first and foremost, and I have learned so so much from you (and need to learn oh so much more!!!!)! Blessings and love, Erma :)
ReplyDeleteOh no, Erma, I have screamed at Murray.:)
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