I've been thinking about it for quite some time, unpublishing my author/writer's account on Facebook. Thursday night I made the decision, and by Friday it was unpublished.
As much as I would love to call myself a 'writer,' I can't. To be a writer you have to write and write consistently, of which I do not. At this point in my life, I think I need to settle for mom, wife, office manager, fur mom, and friend. As much as I wish I could scooch things over just a tad and make room for at least one more title, I can't. Not without sacrificing time with my little and she's already growing up so fast.
In a strange way, I am relieved. I think I went about writing this book in all the wrong ways. I sought a publisher and hooked one with interest. I announced to my friends and family that I was pursuing this dream and created a Facebook page. Unintentionally, I had placed an enormous amount of pressure on myself to achieve a long-time goal during one of the busiest times of my life. Looking back, I wish I had kept my venture to myself. Then I wouldn't be writing this blog entry to explain the sudden disappearance of my author page.