I was reading a book last night about getting published. It’s called Writer Mama… looks interesting. It’s pretty practical, but it’s written by a mom of one… I don’t mean to be disrespectful… some people I’m related to had their hands crazy full with just one, not naming any names, or cats.
But she talks about having an off-limits work area, and kid-free time… and I’m like, wait….
Anyway, everything I read suggests pitching ideas to magazines first, and I’m all lame like… man, I don’t know non-fiction! And then I think doy, I write non-fiction every day here on the old blog… I don’t think it’s journalism or anything, but I’ve been priming the pump for about 3 years… oughta be something to write about.
Do you know, writing for cash would be like a dream…
It’s another one of those things, though. Something I dream about and poke at, but never really embrace because I don’t really think I could handle it.
Like kids. I have three. And most days I am so overwhelmed and exhausted… I wonder if all moms feel this way or if I am missing something. But even with the insanity, I want more kids someday. (don’t hyperventilate, I’m talking about adopting)
I just need to figure out how to be “the joyful mother of children”.