Me: mother, wife and writer recently sideswiped by 40. The writer part used to come first, the 40 used to be a 30, and marriage and motherhood were abstract activities I thought I’d try someday. Growing up. If only it was the thrill promised when we were six.
I started this blog two years ago to chronicle my quest to publish a book. Who would have dreamed it would actually work? I have two books coming out this year. Far out. Still, this living-and-succeeding thing is experimental theatre, and the question remains—will I bloom, eventually? Or will I ditch the whole writing thing, adopt a xanax habit, abandon my own identity and live the rest of my life vicariously through my children? Hmm, let’s find out.
These made me smile...writer's fatigue is catching...from mom to kid! I knew it!
ReplyDelete..and back again. My only regret was that I didn't just log off and join her. :)
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