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.