Monday, September 19, 2011
Sometimes the two don't mix
I LOVE my kids. These four littles are a HUGE part of why I felt I was put on this Earth. Without them I would not be complete.
I LOVE to write. I feel I was called by Heavenly Father to write. When I go even a few days without writing, I begin to feel down.
Writing is an excellent stay-at-home Mom job because you can do it from your own computer. However, I find being a Mom and being a writer at the same time don't mix. My writing schedule has traditionally been from 5-6:30 a.m. but over the past several weeks I have been a super lazy bones and not gotten out of bed early. Boy have I paid for this!
So, instead of writing when the house is quiet and peaceful, I've tried to eek out my word count during my Mommy hours.
Here's the results: (and please don't analyze the writing. This is a very, very, first rough draft)
Emmy ordered a hot chocolate and warmed her hands around the cup.
Mom, I need a drink of water!
She held it under her mouth and let the steam swirl up and meet
Mom, Lily's hitting Ryan!
her lips. The train was freezing. She glanced at the clock over the bar
How many minutes until the bus gets here? My hair is messed up, can you do it again?
and saw it was four forty five in the morning. They should be in Greybull by six.
Mom, you NEVER pay attention to me! I said I want a snack.
Me: let's turn on the TV for a few minutes.
Emmy finished the drink and tiptoed past the sleeping passengers on both sides of her. She reached under her seat
Mom! It's on grown-up shows!
and pulled out the blanket the attendants had passed out. She wrapped it around her shoulders
Mom! Did you pack my snack? *Baby begins crying*
Ryan wants up on the bed!
Mom! Come see this!
Me: Just a minute!
No. You have to hurry!
Me: Just a minute!
*I rush to the TV to see a commercial for anti-acne cream*
Mom, maybe you should get that. Then your face would be more prettier.
pulled up the socks she had put on over her stockings. Emmy reached for the chair
I think the bus is coming!
Lily just hit Ryan!
in front of her to sit down but the train lurched forward and
Mom. Come wipe!
*Turns off computer*
Tomorrow I WILL wake up at 5 a.m. Anybody want to give me a wake-up call?
How do you mix motherhood and writerhood? Or do you, like me, find they need to occupy different time slots?
Posted by Maggie at 6:39 AM