Bad Mommy Bad Writer

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One woman's quest to make something of herself. During nap time.Me: Mother, wife and writer watching forty climb the front steps like a peddler pushing time, and me with nowhere to hide. The writer part used to come first, the forty used to be thirty, and marriage and motherhood were abstract activities I thought I'd try someday. Ah, growing up. If only it was the thrill promised when we were six. I have written hundreds of articles and essays that have been published. I have written a book that has not been published. It has been rejected. Repeatedly. Eventually, I set the whole stupid manuscript on fire. Did that stop me on this preposterous quest to publish a book? No. All I want in the whole wide world besides being a good mother to my two tiny daughters is to be an author. But writing is hard. And the publishing industry is a beast. And I am terrified of failure. And most of my days are spent trapped under a pile of plastic princesses or scraping peanut butter off of the wall. Will I pull this author thing off? Or will I ditch writing, adopt a Xanax habit, abandon my own identity and live the rest of my life vicariously through my children? Hmm, let's find out.