It begins...

The past few months at work have been challenging. There are days when I feel so deflated and defeated and just plain mentally exhausted. Add that to the fact that Liam has started school and I am realizing that my days are zipping past me and I am not really doing what I feel like I need and should be doing. So to make a long story short, the past few months have forced a turning point in my mind and my motivation. I have committed in my head and heart to finally, FINALLY, writing the children's book that has been spinning around in my brain for so long. I am not sure if it will ever get printed, but I do know that if I don't try now I never will. I don't want to ever feel like "if only I would have tried". If it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out--but at least I know I gave it my all.

I figure a little by little every night and I will have something ready to submit to a publisher in 3 months time (self publishing is NOT going to be an option. Too much crap gets self published. If this is going to happen it is going to happen ye olde way). If I am lucky/fortunate for it to get accepted (and that could take literally half a year or more) then believe you me, I'll let you all know. Thousands of people submit stories weekly and only a handful ever get published, so I am not going into this without a healthy dose of realism. But like so many things in my life, for some reason I just have a feeling that this is something that I am supposed to be doing. Whether or not it leads me to a life of writing/illustrating full time or some path altogether different, I have to try.