This is my very first blog. I have no clue what blogging is really about. So for starters I thought that I would just share a little bit about me. My name is Kayla and I am a stay at home mom. I am going out of my mind because I am cooped up all day with two young children who drive me bonkers, but I love them more than anything. My fiance Aaron works at GLoomis and makes fishing rods (do not say fishing poles, they are offended by this term, which I personally think is funny), and he is pretty much amazing most of the time (when he feels like it). The rest of the time he’s a little grouchy, but I don’t blame him. I would be too if I had to come home from work to this chaos here at home. What I wouln’t give for a little more peace and quiet once in a while.
My biggest dream is to write a book and have it published, and possibly create a successful writing career. I used to read a lot of Harlequin Intrigue Romance books, and few years ago I started researching how to write a book that is Harlequin worthy. I have notebooks upon notebooks full of notes on writing techniques and names of senior editors at Harleqin. However, every time I try to start a book my confidence is zilch. I’ll admit romance isn’t my genre of choice, but I figured it’s a good place to start and get my name out there. I think maybe the reason I wanted to start a blog is to practice my writing and gain confidence. I am currently in the process of putting together a plot for a book I have yet to title. Problematically, I hit a writers block almost immediately which is unbelievably frustrating.
It’s not hard to get writers block with cartoons blaring in the background and little girls running rampant through the house though. It’s hard enough to write this blog. There’s always having some mini-crisis to deal with; dinner burning on the stove, toilet overflowing into the hallway, someone dumped half a bottle of fish flakes in the goldfish bowl making it look like a cloudy snow globe, and what in heavens name is that sticky brown stuff on the kitchen floor? I don’t even want to know as I gear up in yellow elbow-length rubber gloves to properly dispose of the mystery substance defiling my freshly mopped floor.
Though I live in a world of chaos and mayhem within the wall of my home, I am bound and determined to forge a writing career. Even if I have to lock myself in the bathroom with my laptop and ipod for a few hours a day.
Cloth, Coops, and Creativity 