So I've been thinking lately about my writing journey. I was very active 4 years ago. I had a completed ms that was ready to be queried. I had gone to the writers digest convention in NYC and met with agents and learned a ton. I started a blog and tweeted my ass off.
Then I stopped.
My husband, friends, and family all supported me in my writing. But then I felt like everyone had this timeline for me and since (even though I came close once) wasn't picked up by a publisher or agent that it was time to put this little dream behind me.
I got pregnant (my husband and I already had two daughters), and I put all my notes, stories, everything away.
Why?
Why did I feel that I had to choose one over the other? For four years I kept not only my completed ms but the stories in my head suppressed.
Thankfully I have realized that I can be both a mom and a writer, even a non-published writer.
I never told myself I wasn't going to write I just didn't do it anymore. Can anyone relate to this?
Anyway, I am back, and that is all that matters!
Then I stopped.
My husband, friends, and family all supported me in my writing. But then I felt like everyone had this timeline for me and since (even though I came close once) wasn't picked up by a publisher or agent that it was time to put this little dream behind me.
I got pregnant (my husband and I already had two daughters), and I put all my notes, stories, everything away.
Why?
Why did I feel that I had to choose one over the other? For four years I kept not only my completed ms but the stories in my head suppressed.
Thankfully I have realized that I can be both a mom and a writer, even a non-published writer.
I never told myself I wasn't going to write I just didn't do it anymore. Can anyone relate to this?
Anyway, I am back, and that is all that matters!
