The First Post...or who is the lady?

I am a writer. I am sitting at my computer typing words and hoping they make sense and that someone will read them. Most importantly, I hope someday, someone will pay to read the words that fall out of my brain, specifically in the form of a novel.

I have an idea for a novel that is very very very loosely based on my parents that I am about half done with the first draft. It's a coming of age story that asks the question "What do you do after you fell on your ass and got back up?" What is the other side of the rainbow? It's a love story, a coming of age story and I'm gonna finish the first draft or die trying.

I am a reader. I have a "to be read" mountain range...(more about that later).

Saying I love books is the understatement of the year.

I am a mother. I love my little boy. with every part of my heart...in fact, it beats for him. He causes it to skip beats, fall to my knees and quicken. He's the light in the darkness of life.

I've read my Harry Potter and you can't tell me that Lily Potter is the most amazing fictional mother in the history of...ever. She cast a spell on her son so that as long as he returned to his bloodline, he would be protected from Voldemort. It was an ancient form of magic Voldemort couldn't understand.

A mother's love is fierce and begins the minute they are bent over the toilet with morning sickness. It isn't meant to be understood until a person takes one look into the eyes of the tiny human they created, and know from the deepest part of their heart, that this baby is without question their reason for waking up in the morning.

I'm a wife, married to a wonderful man for four years, but together for fourteen. He's my prince (actually he's my Luke Danes and I hope you got that reference and if you didn't, go watch Gilmore Girls) and we are living our very own messy (quite literally) version of happily ever after.

There is a pimple-faced teenager who is as old as my relationship and I look forward to the day the pimple faced teenager turns into a fully grown adult with a job and mortgage. In short, my life began when I fell for him and any course it takes would be meaningless without him to share it with.

I am a preschool teacher. Four-year-olds are awesome, I love the age and developmental stage. I hope they walk away from my classroom with a love of the written word...and the ability to share, sharing is caring

This blog isn't here for me to talk about my job or the two people who make life worth living, this is my outlet from the stress of life. I need to branch out as a writer. I'm not going to get an MFA or run off to Paris and write my magnum opus. I'm going to write the novel that lives in me in the midst of being a wife and mother with a full-time job. So far, my thoughts on this blog are to write about what inspires me as a writer from the point of view of a reader and vice-versa.

So, if you made it through all that, congrats. I hope you stick with me.