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.
Writing in the rain
Stories were my escape. They were my comfort blanket, my best friend. Words on a page were more precious to me than toys or my favorite dresses. I collected notebooks like they were priceless jewels—filling them to capacity and begging for more.
My vision beyond motherhood
Every dream I had ever shoved to the side while my sights were set on having children began to haunt me. I envied other people who had gone after their dreams before having kids.
When we need community most
It’s really easy to believe that your words don’t matter. That you’re too busy and there just isn’t time. That it’s just too hard right now. And maybe it is. Or maybe we just need to know that we aren’t alone and that there are hands on our backs.
You wrote today
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 ‘four’ children
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.
Write what you know—and love
I can’t count the number of times I have seen new writers ask for advice on where to start, and get even more confused when someone says, “Write what you know.” That combination of words means everything—and nothing.
The romance of writing—as a mom
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.
How having a child made me more productive
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.
To my son: Never try to blend in
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.