The modern world of writing is full of temptations to take you away from your work. Buy this, subscribe to this, promote this now. The whirlwind of online possibilities can pull you in and drag you under before you remember why you logged on to begin with.
You wrote today. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. You wrote and you rewrote on the pages of your mind. Your story is marinating there becoming a little richer and flavourful with every minute you can spare a thought for it. Let it marinate a little longer, dear friend.
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.
More than anything, having a kid helped me realize how much I need this time to write. This time that is just for myself and myself only, when I’m not a mother nor a wife. I’m just me, putting these crazy stories on paper.
We’re so full of doubt. Even if we manage to get over the unbelievable hurdles of writing with children occupying every moment of your day and all of the space in your brain, we rarely know what to do with it. Will anyone even read the words that manage to escape onto paper?