As a work-at-home writer mom, you already know that the problem with a home-cooked dinner on the table is that someone has to keep an eye on the meal as it cooks. Continue reading
Home Office. There’s a lovely ring to that phrase, isn’t there? You work – not just from home – but from your office in the said home. Short commute. Work in your pjs. The coffee maker is right down the hall. What could be more? Continue reading
So I calculate that I’ve spent approximately 4 years working on my sites and social media and whatever-whatever. I haven’t done this because I have a burning desire to spend my time in this way. I’ve done this because it is a necessary part of getting my actual work in a place where it can be seen.
I’ve always written-from-home. Basically, that means that I’ve chosen to write amidst chaos. (Then again, a newsroom hardly looks conducive to introspection.) I wanted the flexibility that came with setting my hours and picking the tempo – as much as possible – of my work commitments. Continue reading
I’m convinced I’m a writer because I’m a curious person. It makes sense to me that someone who is not curious, would simply not go to the concerted effort of unearthing new facts – or mulling over old facts – on topics both large and small.
Every writer has to decide on a method for picking topics to write about. If you are Continue reading
There are some ages where your kids need constant supervision. There are some ages where you can keep an eye on them from the other room. Some ages afford the luxury of being out of hearing range for periods of time. Whatever the configuration of your crew, there are things you can do to make it sort of fun for them when you’re working.
One of the toughest parts of being a WriterMom with young kids was figuring out how to get my work done. Here are some of the things that worked best for me.
When do you work?
I could wait until nap time, but with more than one kid, even nap time for one was play time for another. I could wait until all the kids were asleep, but with three kids by the Continue reading
Each time I see this, I first have goosebumps, then start to cry. See for yourself.
You know how busy life can be. Kids. Pets. Contracts. Clients. It’s a lot to juggle.
I used to dream about taking an hour for myself each day. Seriously? When might that hour be? At dawn? Lunch? ROFL. Dinner? Let’s be real. That hour is going to be at 2 am, if it pops up at all. Continue reading
We know the plaintive tone. We know the intonation. We know we have a kid who is sick. Could be strep – how horrible are we to hope it’s something an antibiotic can clear up quickly. Could be a virus – (we weep with you). If it’s a teen, it could be the dreaded mono.
I have a kid with mono. I had it myself, so I know just how miserable and enervated he feels. I know just how much he’d like to crawl into a deep, dark hole and emerge in a few months, energized and refreshed. I also know that will happen – but not for several weeks.
There is no possible reason I can’t do my writing because my teen is sick. I can bring him water and soup and whatever else he requires. I can come as soon as he calls for me. The trouble is, he looks so pathetic. It’s tugging on my attention. Sort of like when he didn’t feel well when he was younger and he’d tug on my shirt.
Are you WriterMoms feeling this?