The Write Time

Writing with kids means that sometimes you find yourself skulking around your own house at 4am like a bad burglar.  You bump into chairs and riffle through cabinets in search of caffeine but afraid to turn on more that just a small lamp or your computer for fear of waking someone up because you are stealing… Stealing time.

The worse part is, you don’t even know how much.  Are the kids going to sleep in until nine?  Or will they be up at 8:30?

You have to make the most of what you’ve got, and promise yourself naps that you know you will never actually get the chance to take.   It’s worth it.  It may not feel like it at four or five in the morning when you’re sleepy, not yet caffeinated, and can hardly string a dozen words together, but it is worth it.

Those few hours are your time.  They are when you can just be yourself and write, to get those words that have been begging to have a voice down on the page.  There is no one to care what you are wearing. (Unless you write in your underwear with the blinds open.) The little darlings that will be pulling each others hair and demanding your attention are, for the moment, in dream land.  There is no boss except yourself. So go ahead, give life to that blank page. Cover it with words. Write.  ….and drink coffee.

 

 

 

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Published by: thecoffeefox

Once upon a time there was a woman who was a writer. She was either cursed or blessed from birth to be so and there was much debate on which it was. One day a very discouraging (and not very original) person told her not to give up her day job. The woman smiled and said that was a wonderful idea. Following the unwittingly clever advice of her critic, the woman found a job working nights, which left her days free to write. Even better, the night job had an unusual schedule which packed two weeks worth of work into one, so the writer was able to have every other week off to sit on her front porch, daydream, and of course write. However, working at night and writing during the day left little time for sleep, so the poor writer occasionally went a little mad, but she decided it was an acceptable price to pay to be able to continue following her curse-blessing. Also she likes tea. :)

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