During those ten years I was, of course, still writing. I still journaled, still wrote letters. I even had a regular birding column in Dawson City's local paper, the Klondike Sun. I had a blog (you can visit it here and some of those entries were downright poetic. But I wasn't a writer.
It's taken having kids and losing myself to motherhood for me to finally claim that title. I hold on to it fiercely now, because it is mine. Over the last year I've worked hard to make writing a priority in my life, because I've finally realized that while it does take discipline and a thick skin, it is absolutely easier for me to write than to not write.
In this blog I muse about parenting and how it intersects with my writing life. I detail the ups and downs of writing and sending work out to be published. I hope you enjoy a peek into this poet mama's life. Don't forget to say hello in the comments!