So now that I have found my password (!) all I want to do is play on my writing blog. I have uploaded my nanowrimo first 20 pages, and if you want to comment on my lovely, stream-of consciousness writing, please do…just be kind.

In other news, my Master’s degree goes well. This course in prevention is reminding me of all the things I want to do to make my hometown even better. Nothing’s stopping me except time : ). butas I think about my final project (prevention of child sexual abuse and exploitation) I am reminded of all that can be done to make Nelson that much safer and more habitable.

My kids are getting a bit sick, one at a time, and this may very well be due to our activity level this fall: the boys are involved in so many sports that they have no time left for school : P We’re trying to work it in here and there, though.

So the theme of this post has to do with a recent comment by my mom. We were talking, and I was lamenting that, at 41 (now 42), I really hadn’t *done* anything yet.

And she says “You know, Grandma and I were just talking about this and we both thought you would have really made something of yourself by now”

Good Night!

Both of these lovely women have extremely good intentions, but it really just solidifies the narrative of my generation.

I can be anything I want! (as long as the kids are fed, educated and healthy, and the house is clean and my husband is fed and well…then…I can do **anything** I want! Only, it’s midnight…and I’m tired…and, you know, you have to keep your end up and stay healthy and fit…)

Now, I’m pretty blessed with an adorable, easy-to-love family. But I defy you to tell me how in God’s name I can really care for these people (and they don’t care for themselves) and “make something of myself”

Ah, well…

So I guess I should have made something of myself before I got married. *That* is really the message I think I would send to any women out there who are wondering about this sort of thing.

Okay, I’m really not that bitter : P

Fact is, though, I have been startled by this: how many happily married women with a few kids (more than 2) are there who actually also have an independent, successful career? Not many.

A few have a happy second marriage…so I will rephrase that: find me a happily married to her first husband woman, etc, etc,

So on to other news:

I lost my password to this account and *just* figured out how to get it back. This is true. I can be a little dingy sometimes.

Whew! And now, for my writing update:

I’m writing away on Suite 101 now

as well as Nanowrimo, and on my web site

I am also at Pitchtopia but haven’t yet pitched anything.

I may, just to see what happens, put a tip jar on here, and add bits of my nanowrimo novel…just to see if there is any encouragement out there…

Who knows!