Cheryl Angst is a new writer on the YA scene. She loves teen literature and reads it faster than should be legal (just ask her husband who had to move over 40 huge boxes of books into their new home).
Cheryl lives just outside Vancouver, Canada and her writing addiction is enthusiastically supported by her husband and children. She pays for her writing habit by teaching math, science, and English to pre-teens.
The Firestorm Conspiracy is her first novel. It’s sci-fi and it’s for adults, but despite those flaws, it’s still a darn good read. Look for her upcoming YA titles as they’re announced!
Contact her at: author@cherylangst.com
I’m in the same boat as you, and we share many similarities. I’m an English teacher trying to finish a mystery novel. Hoping also to make it my second job.
Except that I can’t say that I have co-authored a textbook. One day, perhaps!
Good luck with your writing! I hope you get your novel finished and find success with getting it published.
Thanks for stopping by and sharing your story!
I wish you good luck with your writing endeavors. I always feel so spoiled when I read stories like this. I’m sixteen, have never worked a day in my life, and spend lazy afternoons (and sometimes school hours) writing words that magically turn into novels.
Is that your real name or just how writing make you feel?
LOLOLOLOL
It’s my real name!
I heartily agree, Cheryl. As I left work from our bell to bell protest today and gearing up for the 3-day withdrawal of services next week, I completely feel your frustration….and rightly so. I have been teaching since 1976 and I am working harder and longer than I should be given my experience, but just too much to do and so little support. Thanks for writing so eloquently about what it is like to teach in B.C. Jane Ratcliffe
Well said Cheryl,
I have suffered the heartache you shared in your blog. with 30+ years in classroom and coaching I am well acquainted with success and failure, win and loss.
At The End of My Career
All the smiles and the laughter,
among the students and thereafter,
Their eagerness to learn and play,
they are the reason I go each day.
Plan, create, make and share,
All I have because I care.
With hope I give and even more,
And this return, and what for?
In a lesson all it teaches,
not to know whom it reaches.
What honor I have in profession,
Give up more as a concession.
To feel abused and often worn,
to receive contempt, with such scorn,
So many whom forget what pain,
the effort I do, to guide their gain.
And at the end of my career,
Is the flame so lost, I fear,
To say fair well, all is good,
my life passion misunderstood.
GB Keryluik
Art/PE Teacher