Growing up I wanted to be a writer. I wrote short stories all throughout elementary school. My favorite subject was creative writing...I loved noting more than standing at the head of my classroom reading my stories aloud. The claps after I finished and the teacher praising my work were the icing on the cake. When I was twelve my grandma let me take her old typewriter home. Seriously, old school! I loved the tap tap tapping sound and the smell of the ink.
Eventually, I asked for an electronic typewriter for Christmas. It took two years of asking, but I finally got one. I remember running to my room and plugging it in. I started typing immediately. I went through my old school supplies and began organizing my type pages into chapters. I was sure I was writing the next greatest novel.
Writing eventually took a backseat. Living life. My husband began teaching at a university and the kids went to grade school. I took the opportunity for discounted tuition and went to school. There I was writing again. I loved all of it. Researching papers, writing outlines, writing the papers, creative writing assignments-you name it.
Then we moved out of state. I started taking online classes and joined a writers group. Then moved out of that state...I finally finished school two months before our next baby was born. Shortly after, I had our fourth baby. When she was three I started this blog and began writing book reviews. I wasn't writing, so to get myself back to writing I began reviews. After a short time, I began writing my own novel. I was following a number (a large number) of authors online. Many of them would write blog posts about their writing journey. I loved learning from their stories. Things seemed to be moving forward for awhile.
Then my littles were big and starting school. I could see a certain amount of freedom in my future. Life doesn't always move in the way we expect. It was made clear by a number of things I should homeschool our youngest children. All writing stopped. I focused the last few years on their education. I have loved it. I readily admit to holes in my own early education and while teaching them, I'm learning too.
Almost three years ago we brought home another baby through the miracle of adoption. I have this amazing life where I get to pour into these children and I love it. Though I long to be a novelist, my greatest dream was to be a wife and mother. I love my husband and our life.
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