Not that kind of "came out." I came out to them as an aspiring novelist.
I've been toying with admitting my secret shame to people for a while now. My husband knows. (He'd have to. He's the one who watches the kids when I sneak out to Starbucks on Saturday and Sunday morning to write. Yes, I am one of those sad people.) My mom knows. I think I've dropped it into other conversations with other people when I was sure they weren't paying attention.
I've been so furtive about this because I've always felt like kind of a jackass whenever I reveal to people how I've spent almost every nap time since September of 2009.
Well, I felt embarrassed before I actually quantified what I've accomplished over the past year and a half. I have written two full manuscripts and I'm currently working on my third. Sure, the first book features an awful protagonist whom my husband says I would probably bitch about incessantly if she showed up in any book I was reading. And, sure, the second book doesn't technically have what professionals call an "ending."
But each and every word on those pages are mine. And each and every second I spent working on those books kept me away from further atrophying my brain by subjecting it to rerun after rerun of NCIS.
So, yes. My name is Julie Hammerle and I am a writer.
Source: http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/hammervision/2011/05/writingwith-children----im-coming-out.html
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