Such is my new mantra for all those parades and marches I'll be doing as a confirmed stay-at-home mom.
I came to the conclusion recently, as I managed to do no writing after my writing class ended, that the best way to be able to write is...to write. To write anything. To write every day. To make myself write, even if its drivel. Because the process of writing something, anything keeps one's brain in writer mode and helps ensure that something will come when the need arises. I thought that putting the blog to the side would give me time to pursue my Capital W, Capital C Writing Career. It certainly did while my writing class was in session. I produced several really promising essay drafts, one of which I will be submitting to some journals in the near future. On the other hand, when the class ended, I got sucked into kindergarten drama, GVHD health drama, and a million other minor dramas that all somehow made me "too busy" to write. Then once I was too busy to write, the urge to write declined, the ability to write declined, and hell--the ability to competently read others' writing declined. It was not a good situation. So I finally gave myself a break: I don't have to become A Writer at this point in my life. I have genuinely full days doing my "mommy job" as Bambina calls it, most days to the point that I do not sit down once until maybe 4pm. I literally do not get my ass in a chair until the late afternoon. I eat while moving, I talk while moving, I am mostly always moving. So trying to create a writing career at this point is, to put it mildly, a bit daunting and ambitious.
Which is why I decided to simply be a mom who writes. I'll write this blog and that will inspire me to finish the essays and get them out. It will keep my mental acuity, it will ensure my sanity, and it will no doubt be done between the hours of 11pm and 7am. All achievable goals within the constraints of the job I currently have, which as moms know, is a 24-hour gig.
So--welcome back to my loyal readers (all 9 of you!). Welcome to new readers from NaBloPoMo (a rather porny acronym for National Blog Posting Month), and a hearty Welcome The Eff Back to my mom who never tires of being appalled by my "bad language."
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All I can say is tell me about it. I recently got moved to the 11:00pm to 7:00am shift at work and it was blown any real attempt at "Writing". Not only has my real writing floundered but just blog posts and commenting on the blogs of others has gotten damn hard sometimes.
What usually happens is once I get off work I have to rush home to get some sleep before I have to get up again to take one of the kids to a doctor's appointment. Which means I have to drop by the school negotiate as release for my child, then rush off to get them to the doctor.
Add to that once I get home more than likely I have to make dinner, help my youngest get her homework done, and force my oldest to do his relatively small chores around the house.
When that's done my daughter usually wants me to read her a story until she gets to sleep. And since I haven't got enough myself I nod off beside her to be awaken by my wife about thirty minutes before I have to go back to work.
With all that when I do have free time to write its about the last thing I feel like doing.
Of course today is one of those days I don't have to rush and I simply don't feel like sleeping right now. Which I will pay for tonight. I keep promising myself to start buying lotto tickets on a regular basis so I could at least dream about getting off the crazy merry-go-round.
Excuse the typos, another casualty of commenting while being tired.
Glad you are back! I missed you this summer-I appreciate your political point of view!!! And as the mom of a young 1st grader, I totally get your post about the age differences.....but of coursre, my kids is one of the ones who knows who iCarly is! What can I say? She has a big brother and hence, sees a lot of tv that he never would have at her age!
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