I blog on a Thursday. This is a Thursday. Lauren's Thursday. My Thursday was last Thursday. So, please, read Lauren's post before mine. Hers are always better, anyway.
In my other life I was a mathematician. I am told by my old--very old--classmates that I was always good at math. "Always" means "back then"" because I have forgotten most of it.
When I was studying math in college, my sister Lisette (you have heard about her, my sister, the school principal) cried because she thought she would lose her boyfriends because I was studying math and math was for boys.
When I went to Colegio de Mayaguez (today University of Puerto Rico, Mayaguez Campus) to get a master's in math, we were just two women in the depatment. The rest were men. Soon, however, the statistics flipped.
After I got the degree, I taught math for seven years at the University of Puerto Rico, Cayey Campus. Then I decided to go for the PhD at the University of Connecticut. I had finished the course work and began my thesis when boila! I met a cute mathematician. This past Monday we celebrated our 35th anniversary. Neither of us finished the PhD. We are glad we didn't. He didn't want to teach, and I ended up using the other side of my brain.
Actually, no. I use both sides, because to plot a story you need logic. And what is logic but math?
So, to the question what would I do if not writing, I answer that I would be teaching math. But then I would be a grouchy teacher. Because, when I am not writing, I get grouchy!