Being a wife, mother, and career women is a delicate balance. When one thing is out of sync, it sends me into a whirlwind of confusion. The latest whirlwind was thanks to my job, which had me traveling for nearly a month. My frequent flyer accounts were appreciative, but everything else fell apart. Two weeks ago, I walked into the junkiest house I'd ever seen. Turns out, it was mine.
After a week's vacation spent cleaning, sleeping, and spending time with family, I feel like I'm back on track.
But this latest off-course trek has got me thinking. Why do I give so much energy to things I don't want to do?
Don't get me wrong. I want a job. And most days, I like the job I have. There are, however, other things that are important to me, and I should make time for them too. Writing falls squarely into this category.
About two months ago, I wrote a children's story as a gift to celebrate a friend's one-year-old son. He had a heart transplant when he was 9 months old, and he's spent his entire life in a hospital or rehab facility. The story was as much a gift to me as it was to her. I've never written anything, not even my blogs, with such ease.
It's a story I love, and I believe it belongs in bookstores.
Normally, this is when I would talk myself out the idea, but I'm not going to do that this time. I'm just going to go for it. After all, I won't know if I don't try.
Steps 1 & 2: Edit the book and learn how to write a query letter.
I'll keep you posted, and I promise not to stop dreaming big.