Once upon a time my life revolved around words. Before I could read, I pretended to read. My dearest childhood friends were books. I have a bachelor's in English Literature and a master's in Publishing. As a young adult, I wouldn't leave the house without a book to read and a notebook to write in.
These days I won't leave the house without diapers and a burp rag. Much as I'd hoped to be an exception, during my pregnancy my brain was in a fog. Not only could I not write, I rarely even read any more. As I slowly emerge from that fog, I have begun reading again and this is one of my first attempts to write again.
This blog is a place for me to write about reading and writing and words. If no one but me reads it, then it is no worse than most of the things I write. I'm just happy to be reading and writing again.
Great idea, Emilee! I'm trying to think of writing and editing as my part time job. With Corbyn at five weeks old, I'm just starting to reclaim a bit of my normal life. Thanks for being an inspiration to put the fingers to the keys and pull some stories out of the fog that is motherhood.
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