I am currently reworking my site in preparation for the upcoming conference in San Francisco. I need a site that is easier to look at  so I am archiving a lot of the content of my pages. The new site will be pared down to the basics in recognition of the fact that most people want to be able to skim the page and quickly gather information. If they want more, they will visit the blog.  

Hey, blog...bog... it rhymes!

I will continue to post something at least once a month during conference frenzy, then in March I should be back up to almost weekly. I am sure after that experience I will have a lot to say on many different subjects related to my writer's life, this being my first conference and all. I may also post a piece of fiction or memoir, so check back often.

I am attaching the copy from my old welcome page. It hurts too much to delete it so I will save it for posterity here.

Come along as I pursue my dream of becoming a published author.

In August of 2009 after a visit from an acquaintance who was newly published, I found myself wondering when my time would come. I began to fear that it never would. Finding time to write on a consistent basis with the many other demands of my life frustrated me to the point of giving it up for a time. 
 
Finally I cracked. There were just too many vibrant, outlandish ideas in my head-not to mention all those lovely memories. I had to commit them to paper, take the time to revise them, then polish my words and figure out how to get them in to the hands of an audience. If I didn't make this happen, for me-I would never forgive myself.

I have wanted to write, and have been writing and making books ever since I began reading them.

So I began again, after several months of focusing on the family, I informed my husband and friends that this time I was serious.

I have set work hours, babysitters for the children, an editor, a blog, and now a website.

Be patient though, this journey is all about progress made, sometimes imperceptibly, over time. I am really just beginning but am thrilled to be moving forward.

With each day I sit and work, be those good or bad days, I am smothering the voice in my head that tells me I can't do it. If you stick around you may even get to know where that voice came from.