Last night, I attended the Sacramento Valley Summer Writers' Soiree, organized by Kate Asche. It was nice to rub elbows with so many people who are well connected in the local writing community. It both inspired me and frustrated me. I have this inner writer, who is a deep part of who I am, and I don't give her any time, feeling I have none to give. This is such a hard life stage, and despite hearing constant advice to enjoy it and carve out time for me, I find that when I actually have five spare minutes, I don't want to do ANYTHING. But I am going to try to ignore my own skepticism and try to reclaim some of that identity that I sometimes feel like I lost more than six years ago, when it was still in development anyway.