* During a break in class, I gingerly broach the topic: Finding Time to Write. When You Have Kids. Etc.
I've touched a hot button!
Seems we are all struggling with this. We share our strategies and frustrations.
In response,, my teacher says, "Well, yes...This is part of the creative life..."
Chills go up and down my spine.
I am living the creative life! Me!
* I am fighting all the time not to let it go.
The dream, I mean.
Not to just say, I can't do this...It's dumb...I need to make a living...I need to be a more devoted mom...My kids won't be this cute forever...What am I thinking? Everyone tells me it's impossible to get published right now...
I throw a bag of apples on the counter, answer Husband's well-meaning questions with one-syllable words, slam the refrigerator door, stomp about. Until Husband says, "Why don't you go write at 5? I'll take over here."
I watch the writing hours tick away as I bake cookies with my kids on a snow day. I am tired and would like to lie down. But after dinner, I write.
I am bloodied by this battle, but I am still holding my sword!
* I am impatient in writing class. I know all this! Shouldn't I be at home, writing, during my precious non-mothering time?
Then, I realize I need this, these people, this connection. And I am happy I came.
