Rusty Writer Returns
I've dusted off the keyboard, grabbed my idea notebook and stuffed it into my ever-faithful diaper bag, and grabbed my most favorite doodle pen and put it in the inner pocket of said diaper bag for the ceremonious occasion called inspiration. Or more literally, for the many "not-at-my-computer-writing moments" that tend to follow the birth of a child (and through that first, rough, and exhausting first year).
Hear that writing muse? I'm ready to start writing again. For real. And I'm not going to let interrupted sleep and a few minutes (hours) of a crying child stop me from my dream. Even if I am starting from ground zero. Again. Even if I am a bit deflated emotionally (and by the paunch of postpartum belly that leads me around, I'd say that is physically deflated too).
Look out writing world--here I come. Again!
Hear that writing muse? I'm ready to start writing again. For real. And I'm not going to let interrupted sleep and a few minutes (hours) of a crying child stop me from my dream. Even if I am starting from ground zero. Again. Even if I am a bit deflated emotionally (and by the paunch of postpartum belly that leads me around, I'd say that is physically deflated too).
Look out writing world--here I come. Again!
Labels: parenting, writing, writing life
