Trisha Jones' Blog

   Laurell K. Hamilton posted a blog today that got me thinking ( her blog post  http://www.laurellkhamilton.org/2015/03/yes-amanda-you-can-be-an-artist-and-a-mother/  ) I agree with her you do not have to give up everything to be a parent, mom or dad unless you choose to.    I did give up my writing while I was pregnant and had my kids (they are 23 months apart), at least until my youngest was a year and a half. I would write while they napped, and while they and my hubby slept at night. I did not writing really productively (more then a few pages a week) until they where both in school. What I did was my choice and my loving hubby was ok with me being a stay at home mom. I am still a stay at home mom but I am a writer as well, I may not be a world famous one yet but I am still a writer.    It makes me feel good that I am not the only one that thinks just being a mom is all women can be. We can be whatever we want to be and a mom, just some careers it's harder to be both then

Yes it's offically spring here and I am very happy that the weather is getting warmer.the only down side to it being warmer is I have to try to get myself to sit and write instead of outside doing other things. So far being outside has been winning, but today after I get my daughter's glasses fix (I have to take them in to the eye dr office to get a noise piece replaced). I plan on just sitting and writing til the kids get home from school. Tho it's going to be hard with all the new flowers coming up and all the birds singing. Temping me to go play outside instead of playing in my own little world. I better get going on my housework so I will have it done before I go get her glasses fixed. Happy reading Happy writing

I think I will post a snippet of what I have been working on lately. Please keep in mind that this is just a rough draft and more then likely will change a bit. “Why blue, I hate blue,” I complained in a whine.  “Because I want all my bridesmaids to wear my favorite colors,” Emma said.  I sulked sitting out of the way in the main alterations room of the bridal shop, “you  know I don’t look good in blue but navy blue is worse.”  I like navy blue so deal with it,” Emma snapped.  “Fine,” I said.   I sat in the navy blue ocean, which was my dress; it was one of those dresses with three  petite coats to poof it out and had a tight sleeveless bodice with a matching wrap, even the old  fashion shoes matched the dress. I felt like a damn cake topper and I hated it, but since there  were only two women in this synod, other than the bride I was roped being into being part of  the wedding. I sighed as I watched Kara get her ruby red dress pined and fitted. It looked like