The Trouble with Writers

I remember the day I decided I wanted to be a writer.

It's a day so clear in my mind.

It was decided with such zest and such aspiration. I can picture myself sitting in my yellow directors chair (courtesy of my Grandpa) and grabbed paper and pen and putting it out there.

It was such a freeing feeling.

So masterful.

So meaningful.

I was hooked.

Fast forward to today and I sit down to write and lately, nothing comes.

Of course back then I didn't have two children, a home to run, a husband to cook for...

I had nothing but the expectation of going to shopping and washing behind my ears so I could spend hours staring out the window and day dreaming about characters (especially the boy ones... swoon).

Today it's totally different and life tends to get in the way of writing.

And that's what is happening to me right now.

My life is getting in the way.

And while I'm not taking a break from blogging, I'm just giving you warning that my blog posts may be a little... less for a while.

Please be patient with me. I really do hate this and want this all to pass.

In due time...