Have a block of writing scheduled in the afternoon? Kid needs to go to the doctor.
Okay, so write at night. Kid needs to go to the doctor. Maybe the same kid, maybe not.
This will be the plan! I’ll keep from signing the kids up for activities on Tuesday nights. Then I’ll have every Tuesday night to work. THE WHOLE NIGHT! Guess what night band performances and school musicals are scheduled?
Anytime anything comes up, writing is the first to get dropped (after my workout, and it’s shamefully easy to drop that). Some might say if I was dedicated I would make time. And I do, just not as much as I need. It will be two more years before all my kids are in full-time school. Until then, my main priority is raising kids without relying on daycare. Yet, I’m trying to go back to work without going back to work. Therein lies the problem. My writing job needs to fit around my stay-at-home mom business, which runs day and night.
2. Writing in a public area for privacy can backfire.
Writing anywhere in a small town can be challenging. There’s a high probability of running into someone you know. I’m not going to pack up my laptop and move somewhere else. I don’t do rude like that (and often there is no other place to write than where I’m found perching). It’s bittersweet. I l-o-v-e chatting, but I’m crying inside because it was possibly my only hour to write that day. It’s the price of not having office.
3. You can moderate fights while writing fight scenes.
It starts with screams of outrage. Blood curdling shrieks of “pain” (I use that word loosely). The severity of injury correlates with proximity to bedtime.
Then they find me.
It doesn’t matter if hubs already took care of the issue. They storm down the hallway to crash open my bedroom door like a tiny SWAT team. I hear about the atrocities that occurred between siblings while typing, teach the lesson of the moment, dole out consequences, and tell them all to leave. Business as usual.
**Side note: Hubs is working on his master’s. When he sneaks to the bedroom to write a paper, he rarely gets bothered.
4. I need to own my writing.
I’ve been writing almost two years and just now have started putting it down for my occupation. My kids tell the world I’m a writer. They’ve done it since the very beginning. Less than two months after I released my first book, I was at my oldest daughter’s teacher conference. The teacher asked me about my writing. If the kids can tell the world I’m a writer, then I can too, even if I can’t support myself and them with it yet.
5. Asking for help gets even harder.
Writing a book (and making it the best it can be) takes a lot of people. One of my future blogs will be what I learned from doing it all by myself. (Hint: I learned not to do it by myself.) I can hire an editor and cover artist, but I can’t hire a critique partner, beta readers, proofers, and ARC reviewers.
Several of my friends and family read my books consistently. Since I’ve written five books and three short stories, if they’re still hanging on, it’s because I’m more than a novelty. They actually like my work. And I’m watching them, waiting for the moment...to recruit them for my team.
One of my beta readers is my best friend I’ve known since I was four. I’m in a local MOMS Club. I’ve harvested another beta reader and a proofer or two from the club. Another mom with a journalism background edits the shit out of my query letters and synopses. I’m up to one ARC reader from a writer/moderator/reader I met on Goodreads. And I (finally!) met a critique partner locally, at something totally non-writing related. She’s ruthless and I love it.
It’s still hard for me to ask them to do any of it. I’m usually on a self-imposed deadline and need feedback within days or weeks, and I know how freaking busy we all are. Most of them love to help and enjoy being part of the process. Gives me the warm fuzzies. And a whole lot better book.
Check out the logo for the New Vampire Disorder series!! Two versions, depending on the background.
Which one would make a better tattoo?