I'm on my way to following one of my life's dreams...
As in getting published, hopefully as a children's author. I have a slight major obsession with kid's books. Some of the best books I've read have been children's literature. I'd love to join the ranks of those authors that have touched my life as a child as well as an adult.
Knowing that I work better under pressure, the hubby gave me my "homework assignment": submit one story this Friday and another next week, and so on. So being the overachiever I am, I'm looking at all my writing stuff and looking to see what is submittable now. Also, being the procastinator, I am just starting this project at 10 pm. Although in my defense, I have been taking care of three beautiful, energetic children (one of whom just got her shots) all by myself tonight.
There is bits of writing everywhere- in a spiral bound notebook I carry in my purse (for those kid conversations that just come out of nowhere), in other notebooks in various places in the house, manila folders full of old stories I wrote in grade school, college and beyond. Then there is the computer files, full of things started but not completed. I guess my work is cut out for me.
Of course, this is one reason why it's so hard to write:
I feel like I should do something "constructive" and wash my mountain of dishes, fold the hills of laundry or dig deep in the crevices of the van for rotten food. But those things will always be there, it's a neverending cycle.
Now is the time to take my dream and watch it fly- all it needs is stamp.
