I LOVE the local public library. I find kindred spirits on shelves that are not mine (thank goodness or my house will be flooded with books from floor to ceiling, room to room!), kindred spirits who create community within and beyond their locale. By finding out from another reader just what she read brings me closer to her and the book's author. Books are so beautiful in that they are a record, a document, yet a connector and community builder. Books are a source of continual dialogue. I can read and reread a book and find new things.
Recently I have been reading of other writer mamas who have simultaneously launched their writing careers and their parenting lives. Reading about their experiences are so inspirational to me, for it was motherhood that prompted me to take my writing seriously.
Today I finally feel that I have found my mission to write the book that has been emerging from the depths of my life, a book that has been marinating in prenatal juices so deep that it was previously unforeseen. Today I welcome the coming of October 5, 2012, when a year from now I would have nearly completed my first book--the one that really matters to me, the one that only I can write.
I will be sharing my journey with you.
Recently I have been reading of other writer mamas who have simultaneously launched their writing careers and their parenting lives. Reading about their experiences are so inspirational to me, for it was motherhood that prompted me to take my writing seriously.
Today I finally feel that I have found my mission to write the book that has been emerging from the depths of my life, a book that has been marinating in prenatal juices so deep that it was previously unforeseen. Today I welcome the coming of October 5, 2012, when a year from now I would have nearly completed my first book--the one that really matters to me, the one that only I can write.
I will be sharing my journey with you.
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