Happy Mother’s Day: writers on how motherhood has changed them.
I’ve come to a place of peace with this season in my life; a time to raise kids, to enjoy them, to play with them, to be with them. I’m no longer frustrated with my low creative output. I make time for my writing, ten minutes here and there, an hour in the evenings. Sometimes, the husband will take the older kids and leave me to write Saturday mornings. The baby will entertain himself and me by trying to grab my wireless mouse while I type.
When Sir I. was a baby, he would sleep on a boppy pillow across my legs while I wrote. I have fond memories of typing away at 2 am with him in my lap. We’d both sleep in the next morning.
My fears of losing a child have crept their way into my work. So have MCs who are mothers. This is not the time for a diatribe on the distinct lack of mothers in the role of fantasy protagonists, but I assure you the one in my head is long and rant-y.
And on that note, I’m going to end this disjointed post, and go to bed. I’m hoping the story fairy will sprinkle some plot dust on me while I sleep. I need it.