I am a firm believer in making goals in life, especially in your passion. For me, that means making writing goals, so here's my next five years of writing goals:
May 19, 2014: Child of Beauty Published May 30, 2014: Mysterious Warriors: Broken First Draft June 15, 2014: Mysterious Warriors: Broken Second Draft July 30, 2014: Mysterious Warriors: Broken Third Draft September 30, 2014: Mysterious Warriors: Broken Fourth Draft November 27, 2014: Mysterious Warriors: Broken Published November 30, 2014: Child of Destiny First Draft December 30, 2014: Child of Destiny Second Draft February 15, 2015: Child of Destiny Third Draft March 30, 2015: Child of Destiny Fourth Draft May 26, 2015: Child of Destiny Published May 30, 2015: Mysterious Warriors: Alone First Draft June 15, 2015: Mysterious Warriors: Alone Second Draft July 30, 2015: Mysterious Warriors: Alone Third Draft September 30, 2015: Mysterious Warriors: Alone Fourth Draft November 24, 2015: Mysterious Warriors: Alone Published November 30, 2015: Child of Magic First Draft December 30, 2015: Child of Magic Second Draft February 15, 2016: Child of Magic Third Draft March 30, 2016: Child of Magic Fourth Draft May 24, 2016: Child of Magic Published May 30, 2016: Mysterious Warriors: Redemption First Draft June 15, 2016: Mysterious Warriors: Redemption Second Draft July 30, 2016: Mysterious Warriors: Redemption Third Draft September 30, 2016: Mysterious Warriors: Redemption Fourth Draft November 29, 2016: Mysterious Warriors: Redemption Published November 30, 2016: Child of Separation First Draft December 30, 2016: Child of Separation Second Draft February 15, 2017: Child of Separation Third Draft March 30, 2017: Child of Separation Fourth Draft May 23, 2017: Child of Separation Published May 30, 2017: Pirates First Draft June 15, 2017: Pirates Second Draft July 30, 2017: Pirates Third Draft September 30, 2017: Pirates Fourth Draft November 28, 2017: Pirates Published November 30, 2017: Child of Time First Draft December 30, 2017: Child of Time Second Draft February 15, 2018: Child of Time Third Draft March 30, 2018: Child of Time Fourth Draft May 29, 2018: Child of Time Published May 30, 2018: Twins First Draft June 15, 2018: Twins Second Draft July 30, 2018: Twins Third Draft September 30, 2018: Twins Fourth Draft November 27, 2018: Twins Published November 30, 2018: Child of Hope First Draft December 30, 2018: Child of Hope Second Draft February 15, 2019: Child of Hope Third Draft March 30, 2019: Child of Hope Fourth Draft May 28, 2019: Child of Hope Published
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![]() It was a relatively normal Monday morning. I was in seventh grade, and I was home schooled at the time. My mom usually dropped me off at my friend Nathan's house where his mom watched us, since both of my parents worked. However, Nathan and his family had just gotten over a really bad cold a few weeks before, and I was getting over my own cold. I was starting my school work when the phone rang. I ran into my parent's room and dove onto the bed as I waited for the answering machine to get the phone call. I never answered the phone, but if it was someone I knew leaving the message on the machine, I would pick it up and talk to them. "Tiffany, pick up, it's me." Why was my brother calling? He was a Junior in High School. I picked up the phone. "Hey, what's wrong?" "There's been a shooting at Santana." What?! "Call Mom and Dad and tell them what happened." Daniel continued. "Let them know I'm alright. I have to let someone else use the cell phone now." "Okay." I was in shock as my brother hung up. A shooting? At my brother's school? It didn't seem possible. I'd heard of shootings before, particularly Columbine, but I didn't think a shooting would happen in my hometown and local high school. I ran to the kitchen and looked at the numbers to find my dad's work number. I called him and let him know what had happened. My dad seemed to be in shock, and we only talked for a few minutes so I could call my mom. I called my mom's school, and I was transferred to her classroom. One of the parent helpers picked up the phone. "Mrs. Hayden's room." "It's Tiffany, is my mom there?" I went in frequently to help that year, so all the parents knew who I was. "She's at recess." "My brother's alright, but there was a shooting at his school." After a few minutes, I hung up and waited. My mom called me back within what felt like seconds. She had me repeat the little information I knew, and she found out that the parents of students were meeting in the parking lot across from the school. She told me to call my dad back and tell him. She left school right then. I called my dad back, and I told him where to go. After that, I did something which I never did. I turned the TV on and watched the news. The phone started ringing a lot, and tons of relatives and friends called to find out about my brother. At first I kept going to the answering machine, but soon I just picked up the phone. One such phone call was my sister, who heard about the shooting while in her college class. I forgot to call her and tell her our brother was okay. After my brother was finally allowed to leave the school, he quickly found my dad and aunt. My mom wasn't far behind. My dad and brother came home, and my mom went back to school. Dad, Daniel, and I continued to watch the news, and my sister came back home. I asked about my brother's friends, and most of them were alright. But then we got the phone call. One of my brother's good friends, Randy Gordon, had been killed on campus. In that moment, everything became a whole new level of real. We called my mom, and she immediately came home, forgetting about school. March 5, 2001 was a Monday, and it was the day of the Santana shooting. One of my brother's friends was killed that day, and it is forever seared into my memory. |
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