First post!

"I like your writing!”

When people say this, I have to laugh. As a mother of two young children, the most writing I do is usually signing my name at the bottom of a receipt for groceries.

I used to write.

I used to hole myself up in a quiet room and write and write. I mostly wrote overly emotional poetry and abbreviated (but inspired) short stories. Sometimes I wished I could pitch my short stories to someone and have them write them for me, as it appears I do not have the attention span for it.

The longest thing I ever wrote was when I was a preteen. It was an epic tale of an alien girl sent down to ancient Egypt to interfere with a royal succession, but she ends up falling in love with the king she was sent to overthrow. She also finds herself in the midst of a religious revolution, of which she is at the centre. It was about 100 pages long, but was lost when we upgraded from Windows 3.1, and my father used the hard drive for shooting practice. We shot a lot of old electronics.

I had an unconventional upbringing.

So unconventional, in fact, it would make for great writing. But, aside from the fact that writing about my childhood openly terrifies me, I don't know any writers with kids. The writers I know have some spare time. They smoke and drink a lot. Okay, I only know one writer. He does all of those things. He also writes a lot, so I can only assume that is a lifestyle well-suited to wordsmithing.

I hate the idea of being a mommy blogger. Even the term is fucking patronizing as all christ. Like, it's as though we went back to the pre-feminist days of female literature being written for females, a certain section of the newspaper reserved for the woman in your life, with articles on how to starch your husband's collar, and properly discipline your children. But I digress.

I haven't written anything more than facebook status updates for longer than I'm willing to admit. So maybe, just maybe, I could write a little more. I don't want to get my hopes up. 

But anyway, about me: I'm a mother, a seamstress, a (sometimes) costume designer, wife, tattooed, pierced, occasionally depressive and perpetually anxious introvert. I know a lot about medicine and biology, because I used to think I was going to be a doctor. I know a lot about childbirth, because I used to want to be a midwife. Sometimes I'm funny. Probably this blog will be mostly read by my mother, and a future employer that will pass over me because of it. But fuck them. I didn't want their stinkin job anyway. 

Enjoy.