I am a Writer

Admitting my truth

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me

- Freddy Mercury, Bohemian Rhapsody

How powerful a single song lyric that is forever stamped in our collective heads. Like Macbeth we are “any way the wind blows”.

Today, I finally changed my Linked In to reflect my reality. I am a writer on Medium. I had spent a lifetime with writing as a hobby while pursuing a career in engineering, then science, then software. It only took three months of stolen moments while my infant daughter was occupied to get the momentum going.

My family has witnessed a return of my drive and of a ‘working mother’ of sorts. I receive great joy when I feel a story is ready for publication. I push my husband or the occasional neighbor or friend to proof read and help me find typos or errors in logic.

I am driven. I am inspired.

A chance conversation with a friend sparked my three articles on motherhood. She commented on how I manage my brood and suggested I had a story to tell. Another friend suggested I put to pen a short story after hearing an experience I shared with my 4 year old. This story I submitted to two publishing houses. No response.

Inspiration is all around. Watching Sesame Street I was inspired to write a story on product management.

I enjoy writing. The act of writing gives me a sense of purpose in the moment.

So lets see which way the wind blows, admitting the truth is the first step.