Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Well, I Guess It's Cheaper Than Therapy...

Ever since I was a little girl I've loved to write. When I was younger I'd write (bad) poetry, and I'd write short stories, too. When I started college creative writing was put on the back burner so that I could focus on writing research paper after research paper for my B.A. in History. My most recent excuse for not having time to write has been motherhood. After a semi-breakdown a while back, my husband told me that I need to take some time for myself; I needed some "me" time. After I got done laugh-crying at Nathan, and asking him when and where this magical "me" time was to occur he suggested that I start writing again. Sometimes you just have to get your ideas out, you have to vent them somehow. After giving it some thought I decided to give it a try.

So far I've been writing here, I've been (slowly) working on a novel that has been on my mind off and on since Liam was born, and I've been submitting posts as a gust blogger. To my intense surprise someone actually took me up on my offer! Now, I know that anyone can publish on the internet. It's so easy a monkey could do it, and I'm sure somewhere out there one probably has. In fact, the literary monkey probably has more readers than I do. Nevertheless, I was really pleased that someone else out there in the world was willing to publish something that I wrote on their blog, for whatever reason. It may be a tiny, microscopic achievement, but it's MY tiny, microscopic achievement. Here's a link to the blog post:   just in case you want to read it. It's about cloth diapering though, so if you don't have kids then you most likely won't find it interesting.

As for the novel I've been thinking about since Liam was born, I've got more of the story in my head than I do on paper. I've only really spoken about it with Nathan, but if I had to try to explain the style/mood of my story I'd have to say that if a Nicolas Sparks book and a Laurie Notaro book could have a baby, it would be my story. I said that to Nathan and he just rolled his eyes. It was his idea I start writing again, so I brook no complaints. I guess he's just got to learn to be careful what he wishes for.