My career isn't financial now.
They never print my screwups, saving me a little cash, and they're always done on time. My children are truly amazing, adorable, smart, funny, full of an inimitable spirit that brings tears to my eyes. But my style of writing is very different from your traditional "writer" writing.
I don't want to cuddle with the always.
I could still be CEO of something.
"There's nothing that makes me feel more warm inside. I've had friends email me and ask if I'm ok - and long-lost classmates find me and wonder what I'm up to.
I did analysis, finance, product development, marketing, capital raising, operations, human resources, photography, web site design, you name it. " Somehow, some of my commenters seemed to be saying, life with children should either be perfect - or I'm a selfish, whining LOSER.
But first, easiest, right now, you can give money.
When I write, it is a burst of crafting and editing and it doesn't take long.
I always answer "yes," but it's not an automatic.
By the time I boarded the airplane and finished the Wall Street Journal I was a little frantic.
I am now single-mindedly focused on working full-time writing with a sideline of non-profit and cafe play business plan work. I'm not like any other party photographer you'll see snapping away with a huge flash unit and asking people to smile. It's deliciously fun to travel but I see it now through the eyes of my children. This is where I tell you all about that. Off I go to be more productive. I need to drink a cup of coffee. I visited the AOL office once or twice. I'm not like any other party photographer you'll see snapping away with a huge flash unit and asking people to smile.
Yoga for wild children and talking circles and understanding and acceptance.
I got only four hours of sleep last night, for instance. Yes I will respond eventually. invite someone to dinner and make dessert . My official title: associate editor and blog coordinator.
When I knit, like a knitting blogger I met last Wednesday said, I "brood.
I didn't have to select my fanciest Italian duds, though, or brave a new commute.