In response to a friend's Choosing Between Being A Mother or An Artist post, I wrote the following that I also wanted to share with you:
I totally feel you, I'd forgotten a lot about me and what I used to love to do once S came along, and then Y, a couple of years later. Discovering the Twilight Saga helped to remind me of my love to read, and then eventually, my love of writing fiction.
About a year ago, maybe a little less, I dug through some old papers I had tucked away and found a story I had started when I was in high school. It was surprisingly well-written for someone that age and totally gripped me from the first sentence since I hadn't read it in many years and had totally pushed it out of my mind. I decided to update and continue it, and now that's what I stay up late working on.
One day, I hope to be published, but for now, it's just a fun release when the kids are busy or sleeping. I just keep reminding myself, like you, that they won't always be small and after awhile, I'll have more time than I know what to do with to work on it...one day, and the thought is bittersweet.
