Things have been nuts around here with the end of school coming up and all. Pretty soon we are putting up our pool, but hopefully the weather will get a bit hotter first. It's only in the mid-60's today.

I sent out about six or seven new poems to two different ezines this week. I hope that some of them will be published. As of right now, I have two short stories and one poem due to be published this summer. I am still waiting to hear about some more.

Yesterday, I went on another field trip, this time with Pookie. We went to the Little Red School House Nature Preserve here in Cook county. It has a small museum (an old one-room schoolhouse) dedicated to the Illinois prairie wildlife. We had a scavenger hunt, went hiking, had apicnic, etc... It was lots of fun. But, forgetful Mommy forgot the camera.

The point of my story is: for the first time, I called myself a writer to another person. I didn't just say, "Yeah, I'm writing some stories." When asked what I am going to do with both kids in school next Sept., I responded, "I'm going to write more. I'm a writer."

I felt like I had just graduated from law school and told someone I was a lawyer for the first time. LOL

To be a writer you have to believe you are a writer. I think I am starting to believe that now.

Now if I could just get something published in print and get paid! LOL