Today is the first day of my new life as a writer. Hopefully this will be the first of many blogs, describing my journey from being a Mum who loves writing about her kids, to being a professional writer, who happens to be a Mum.
Since having my daughters (now three and a half years and nine months old), I have loved being at home with them. I have enjoyed it a lot more than I ever expected, and now the prospect of returning to the world of work doesn't seem as enticing as it once did. If I have to work, I need to love it as much as I do being at home with my kids.
My dream is to be a writer.
And so I find myself on a Sunday morning in a blogging course, in the very flash computer labs at a rather swanky private boys school. Sure, the computer screens are covered in the fingerprints of hundreds of grubby little boys, but I am sharing this space with 19 other likeminded wannabe bloggers and we are all energized with the potential of what we can achieve.
Today is the first day of my new life as a writer. Now I just need to find the time and mental space to marry this new identity of mine with being a mother of two, a wife (of one), uni student, and home builder. Easy.