I was at a conference a few years back and one of the speakers talked about how telling people you want to be a writers was a lot like saying, "I want to be a princess." I laughed so hard because it is so true for all of us want-to-be authors.
It feels about as likely. Finding some prince and marrying him, give me a break. Finding an agent that wants to represent me, then having that agent get a book deal, and finally have enough people read and recommend my book in order to make it a career. Seriously, sounds like a fairytale to me.
The thing is, I actually have a life. I mean a husband, two kids, and a house that I can't seem to get clean enough. Not to mention volunteering at the school, grocery shopping, and most important of all keeping up on my weekly tv shows. I also enjoy reading a book now and then.
So I often wonder if I am wasting my time with this dream chasing. It feels far too out of reach. The problem is, my mind won't turn it off. It is just how it works. I have been thinking of book and story ideas since kindergarten. I also think, if I don't at least try, I will regret it later on.