Time to Write

I was reviewing past entries and it seems that there were a few decent entries back when this weblog got off the ground.  I'm not sure anyone else sees threads running through the archives or cares enough to look.  I can't say I've found any unifying themes so far. 

Would I like to write for a living?  Sometimes I think so.  I wonder aout the likelihood of my success in this field, and about the
probability of success without the investment in a master's program.  Then I read this: http://www.bu.edu/writing/welcome-to-the-boston-university-creative-writ... and I get scared.  The Nation's account of Leslie Epstein makes 11th grade English's Ms. Thibedeau sound like a meek and comforting kindergarten teacher.  This Slate article http://www.slate.com/id/2301243/ makes it sound like all it really takes is discipline and practice, a philosophy to which I'm a sure subscriber and a dedicated dodger. 

Alas, time, discipline, practice, these all now belong to one pursuit, and it's not writing.  I would love to birth a book someday, twins, quadruplets even!  But for now, my first job is taking care of my family and my second is working, so that I can afford to do my first.  Still, what kind of mom will I be if I don't follow my dreams.  What should really scare me is that I might stand in my own way of achieving this goal. 

My eyelids are drooping.  I need to eat something rib-sticking before bed time.  I was alarmed at the shrinking number on the scale when I weighed myself after baby & me yoga yesterday.  The toaster just dinged.  Peanut butter sandwhich here I come!