I began this book in January of 2010. At the time I had one child and had just gotten pregnant with my second. Now I have a three year old, two year old, 8 month old, and am pregnant with my fourth. The other night after all three kids were asleep I sat down to write. My teething baby woke up about three minutes after I started. I closed the laptop and tended to her. My desire to finish this project is still strong, I just have the responsibility of two toddlers and an infant first. My husband said he has a co-worker that published a book. He asked her for advice for me. She simply said, "tell her to finish the book." Of course. Finish the book. I know this, yet sometimes I go weeks, even months, without writing a single sentence. I am still certain I am meant for this. I am still working. It will be finished!
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.