My writing has been an extension of my thought life since I was a kid. When solutions or situations are hard to understand in my head, I can put them into a document, and suddenly they feel clearer. I write out responses or thoughts or ideas — not only for other people, but so I…
It feels like the two halves of me are constantly trying to rip chunks out of the other—chunks of time, chunks of attention, chunks of affection. I try to put each in their assigned place, but the mom has to plan dinner while the writer can’t stop thinking about choreographing the next fight.
There is no “right” path to publishing; there is only your path. I’m still walking on my path, so I write this to new writers from the perspective of someone who was and is still standing in your exact spot.
We don’t find the time. We’re not living in a video game where time is a prize hovering around in shiny orbs, waiting for us to collect and stockpile. Moms Who Write are just like any other dedicated professionals who are working towards a dream. We don’t find time– we make it.
It’s a question I hear often from well-meaning people. It may seem weird to some for me to start on this path now. I have a day job, a home, a husband, and a couple of kids. It’s not as if I have an overwhelming amount of free time. But– why not?
As a child growing up, I loved art. I still do. I create in a variety of ways from sewing and painting, to doing hair and writing. Too often when people find out about my hobbies, they say I could never do that — and that might be true. Their creativity was taught out of…
No matter which critics you encounter on your path, there is a silver lining to be found. Let the nasty comments fuel the fire that makes you write. Let the constructive piece of criticism make you better than you were. Find the reasons why you want to write. Remember them. Recite them often.
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.