I have three children who I have birthed from my body, but my novel…oh my novel, I have birthed from my mind and soul. Born from me as surely as any child of my flesh, it began, small at first, barely a flitting thought journeying across the surface of my mind.
When the world goes back to normal, mothers who write will still be fighting little hands batting at our screens. We may never have the romantic writing careers we dreamed of as little girls. But we are lucky—we have so much more.
It’s in chasing those dreams that we discover open doors we never knew existed. In chasing those dreams we fail and we grow and we discover new dreams. We become who we are and we become whole.