I’d always admired parents who wrote. They managed to figure out how to manage the chaos of family with the discipline of writing. I say discipline because any one who writes knows discipline is involved. If you don’t take the time to write every day, even if it’s for five minutes, then time often gets away from you.
Cronus is sneaky like that. Making time slip through our fingers and before we know it, a month has gone by and that W.I.P. has gone wayward in whatever writing processor is used. Lost in the files of the computer. Forgotten in the wasteland of unfinished stories.
By the time we get back to it, so much has changed that the story may not seem like something we ever wrote at all. It might feel foreign, like the concept has warped, or you just plain don’t like it anymore.
I’m a new mom. I thought, “Ha! I’ll still write every day. I can do this!”
Well, that goal did not happen in the first month and a half of my sons life. It’s hard! I admire those parents even more now. They’ve been doing it a lot longer, with more than one kid to boot.
I was still writing, it just wasn’t every day. Most of the time it’s been on my phone, a sentence or two, maybe a paragraph, and it was while my son was breastfeeding or sleeping in my arms.
Multitasking for the win!
It might just be snippets, ideas, thoughts, or stuff I know I’ll trash later, but the point was, I wrote.
Now, I don’t have time managed to a ‘T’. I’m also editing, and paying clients come first.
My own words, however, have somewhat taken a back seat. My son is almost two months old now, and things are falling into a rhythm. Now, when he sleeps, I can write. I know people say to sleep when he does, but he’s getting pretty good about sleeping long stretches through the night. Those day naps give me time to do things around the house, work, and write in between.
Even if it’s five words, even if it’s one. I’m back to writing every day. Whether by hand, on my phone, or if I manage to sit at my computer to do something other than edits. Writing is my passion. It’s my dream, and if nothing else, I’m making sure to produce words every day to provide an example for my son.
I want him to follow his dreams no matter how hard it might be.
Leading by example. Managing time. It’s not easy, and I tip my hat to all those parents who have been doing it far longer and better than I.