Yesterday for Mother’s Day I asked my husband for some writing time. I’ve certainly had blocks of time before this when I could have sat down at the computer, but I’ve just been too dang tired.
By asking him specifically for a couple hours I knew I was committing to really getting back to my w.i.p. In fact he looked at me sternly as I walked toward my desk and said, “No email!”
And I did it! I reread and revised the chapters I was working on before E was born and even started on a new chapter. And guess what? Writing is still the same frustrating, exciting, revelatory, hair-tearing process it was before I had a baby. And I’m glad I’m back.
Ideas In Things 