Writing Mommy

I’m an author. And a blogger. And a housewife. And a mommy. And a payroll specialist (I work from home). And a vigilante who dispenses justice when the legal system’s hands are tied. No wait, that last one is The Punisher. I get me and him mixed up all the time.

There’s only 24 hours in a day. I kind of have to take care of Khan, since he’s my kid and all. And dog payroll provides me with money. And I also kind of have to wash laundry and scrub the toilets, or the place would start to look like a frat house.
And trust me, that’s really gross.

So what suffers? Yeah, my writing.

Before the baby, I wrote every day for at least an hour. Now I’m lucky to find fifteen minutes, and this is usually broken up into one-or two-minute increments scattered throughout the day. It’s frustrating, to the point that I’ve considered giving up writing altogether, at least until Khan is in school. Finding time to write and worrying over my writing career- such as it is- is just more stress I don’t need.

But for me, like it is for most writers, writing equals breathing. Quitting is tantamount to suicide. And I’m not ready to kill myself just yet.
So I struggle on, writing what I can, when I can. It’s not easy, but neither is childrearing. And in the end, they’re probably both worth it.