I was flipping through an old notebook from university days tonight and came across a note from a dear friend. It was a cartoon, something short and funny about freelance writing. And I remembered again how I had once wanted to write for a living, to see my name in print.
How much has happened since then. Work, marriage, two boys. no time, no space and yet that dream persists. I am not ready to let it go. So here I am again, nothing like the girl I was when last I put down my pen.
I am a mother first, knitter, lapsed writer, I work full time. In my dreams, I bake sourdough bread and sweet treats all weekend surrounded by the angelic sticky faces of my children. The reality is somewhat different!
