I Am Writer...

"I AM A Writer"

Pheew!!!

I said it.

Or rather, wrote it.

But more to the point, I'm trying to OWN IT.

Needless to say, once upon a time (or approximately a year or so ago), I was watching Sonia and was touched and inspired and I wrote a little something in my journal...

THEN...

well then, nothing.

I changed diapers, went to work, made dinner, did laundry, did more laundry and then did even MORE laundry.

Oh...and I picked up toys...occasionally. (Mostly I just tripped over them).

UNTIL one night after a glass of wine, while surfing the web (oh yes, I can drink wine and web surf!) I found a request for submissions to perform for Expressing Motherhood. To stand up on a stage a and read/perform something I write...

EEEWWWW!

I HATE stages. I HATE performances. I HATE the spotlight. I HATE the thought of anyone hearing or reading ANYTHING I have written. I am terribly introverted, shy, private and yet...

I AM A WRITER.
Soooo...I attatched my simple journal entry, forgetting, detatching from the outcome, enjoying mommyhood...

Until...I recieved an e-mail telling me my submission was chosen...

And I'll save you the drama other than to let you know that in January I will stand on a stage, reciting my humble and VERY short journal entry about an epiphany I had about being a mom. Half Hoping that no one I know will be there, half hoping everyone I know will be there to support me...stretching, growing, standing.

I. AM. A. WRITER.

This is my debut