One of the best things about this blog, for me, is making it work for myself and all of you. As you have probably realized, this blog focuses on the authors, business and craft of traditionally published women’s fiction. I’ve declined many requests from self-published writers because I’m steeped in the publishing machine and that’s my focus. But I’m also not stoopid. (no emails please, the error is for emphasis, it’s a blog, not a Pulitzer Prize winning novel, although if it could be, I’ll fix the spelling). When a fabulous writer/reader offers me a gem-of-a-post I don’t say no even when she doesn’t fit neatly into the WFW box.
Just read Holly Robinson’s post and you’ll see what I mean. And if you’re not a mom — or a dad — or a step-parent — I believe it still applies. Because the overriding message is — you must make time for what’s important to you. Seems obvious, but it’s not always so simple, as we know.
Please welcome Holly Robinson to Women’s Fiction Writers.
And…see you next year! (couldn’t help it, sorry)
Moms, Writing, and Guilt: Do You Get In Your Own Way?
by Holly Robinson
One of the most frequent questions I’m asked at book signings or when I teach writing classes is this one: “When do you write?”
The aspiring writers who ask this questions are searching for a recipe to follow. They want me to say something like: “If you sit at your desk from six to nine every morning, you will become a writer.” Or maybe: “If you set a goal of writing just 500 words every day, you’ll have a novel in a year! Easy as ABC!”
Even people who aren’t aspiring writers ask me this question. Maybe it’s because they struggle to imagine what writers actually do. They imagine us on safari or having affairs like the characters in novels, or maybe kicking back with a brandy at noon.
“It must be so exciting to be a writer!” people often tell me. “When do you write?”
Writing, alas, is not that exciting, seen from the outside, and there’s no simple recipe for getting it done—especially if you’re a mother. Because mothers get so little time to actually put words on paper, we often look like we’re doing something else when we’re writing. We’re burning dinner because we’re working out a plot line, or furtively jotting notes during a school concert, or suddenly walking the dog when the dog is tired and acting like a cement block at the end of the leash.
In my early years as a writer, I, too, was looking for the secret to success. I had already become a mother by the time I was seriously trying to publish, and I was juggling a paying job as a public relations consultant besides. I was so exhausted when my kids were little that I just wanted to lie down at the end of the day with a pillow over my face.
My question at book signings therefore had a slightly different flavor. Instead of asking writers when they wrote, I would ask, “How do you find enough time to write?” I couldn’t imagine it, you see, because I already had more tasks than hours in a day.
Most male authors gave very prescriptive answers to this question. They had set hours for writing—even if they had regular jobs and kids. “I get up early and write for two hours before my job,” they might say, or, “When I come home from work, I go straight to my study and write until bed.”
As a mother, I couldn’t crack this secret code. How could I write early in the morning, if I had to find gym clothes or pack lunches before school? How could I write at night, if the baby got up every hour with colic, or if I had to help with one of those dreadful fourth grade dioramas, the kind where you have to fashion little ears of corn out of Play-doh and ladders out of twigs?
Finally, a famous male mystery novelist shed some light on how many male authors were finding the time. I knew that he had small children as well, so when I heard him speak at our local library, I said, “How do you find time to write?”
“Oh, that’s easy,” the famous novelist said. “I have a wife.”
I swear to you that this is true, but I won’t divulge this man’s name. His wife would surely kill him if she heard this, or leave him, if she hasn’t already.
Finally, though, someone gave me a recipe that I could actually use: the now-deceased short story writer and political activist, Grace Paley. When I approached Ms. Paley at the Boston Public Library to ask how she got any writing done when she had small children at home, she grinned and said, “Day care.”
Day care! I mulled this over in my mind. I had day care for the hours I worked as a public relations consultant, of course, but did I dare pay for babysitting if I was just writing? How could I justify such a debutante expense?
I couldn’t. There was no rational reason on earth that I could give to support the idea of spending solid cash on a babysitter. How could I, when my efforts at writing short stories, novels, and essays were being rejected, one after the other?
For a couple of years after that comment by Paley, I kept trying to fit writing around the edges of my life: while the kids watched videos or played in the yard, or after everyone was in bed, before I fell into a coma. I had a ritual, where I’d make a cup of tea and allow myself two squares of chocolate, essentially bribing myself to sit in front of the computer.
Finally I started running away from home, abandoning my family to go on occasional weekend writers’ retreats—typically to Wellspring House in the Berkshires, but sometimes just holing up in a cheap hotel to write for ten hours a day. Not everyone’s idea of fun, but for me it was bliss.
Going away for even a weekend was tough at first, because I felt so guilty. I’d abandoned my family! I was missing that Girl Scout camping trip, that track meet, that night of video and pizzas with my children!
Plus, once I was at the retreat, it was hard not to mother everyone around me. I’d feel compelled to do all of the dishes in the communal kitchen at first. Once I even moved a glass out of the way, so that another writer (a young guy) wouldn’t knock it off the table with his elbow with his wild gestures.
Once I got over the guilt, though, these retreats were amazing. It was absolutely liberating to just get up in the morning and go right back to the sentence or chapter I had been working on the day before, with nobody demanding that I make breakfast or tie shoes.
The downside was that sometimes it was more difficult to write when I got home. I’d face the same fractured work schedule and house chores as before, and I’d despair again because I wasn’t making any progress as a writer. I needed more hours to myself if I was ever going to focus on ideas long enough to put words on paper.
My husband, luckily, was supportive. He urged me to essentially buy those hours. “If this is what you really want to do, then get extra day care,” he said. “We’ll get by somehow.”
God bless him. I lined up extra day care hours. Guilt drove me to become assiduous about dividing my time: day care hours two days a week were for writing my own essays and fiction, and three days a week I would use day care for paid work.
Amazingly, it wasn’t long after that when my previously unpaid writing efforts started to pay. I didn’t sell any fiction, but I sold one essay to Ladies’ Home Journal magazine, and then another. An editor from Parents magazine saw one of my essays and asked if I’d like to write an article for them. From there, I was able to use my clips to convince editors at many other magazines to buy my pitches for articles and essays.
It wasn’t long before those day care hours where I was writing my “own” stuff were actually paying more than my per-hour PR work. I flip-flopped my schedule and started using day care three days a week to write and two days a week for public relations. I finally sold my first book, The Gerbil Farmer’s Daughter, to Crown, and from there, I started taking on contracts as a ghost writer and book doctor.
Best of all, because I had those long, uninterrupted hours to think and write, I was less frustrated, and more able to enjoy the days when I wasn’t writing. Even more surprisingly, I found that I was more creative on my “off” writing days. Thoughts bloomed at odd times, like when I was grocery shopping or yelling, “Good job, honey!” on the playground.
When I visualize why this happened, I see it like this: the whole top of my head opened up and let ideas flow out like water on the days I had day care, as I poured the words out and arranged them. On days I didn’t have day care hours designated for writing, that well in my head was able to fill with new ideas from some secret area in my brain that I’d never been able to tap into before.
Okay. I need to work on that metaphor. But you get the idea. Now, when people ask, “When do you write?” I answer, “There’s never a time that I’m not writing, even if it looks like I’m doing something else.”
And, if the person asking me the question is a young mother, I add, “You’ll write best if you pay for day care. Run away from home sometimes, too. Your children will survive. They might even be proud of you.”
Holly Robinson is a writer and comic whose articles appear regularly in national publications such as Family Circle, Ladies’ Home Journal, More, and Parents. She is the author of the novel Sleeping Tigers and The Gerbil Farmer’s Daughter: A Memoir. To learn more about Holly Robinson, visit www.authorhollyrobinson.com.
20 thoughts on “Moms, Writing, and Guilt – A Year’s End Guest Post With A Message To Take Forward”
This is a great post! It’s very easy to get trapped in the guilt cycle when you’re a mother. I also recently wrote a blog about being a write-at-home mother and how guilt affects me, like taking time to do something that isn’t focused on the children or running the house is a crime.
What if my husband was expected to take the children to work with him every day and still be creative and productive? Why does it seem like scheduling a babysitter when I ask him to watch the children for a few hours on the weekends so I can go somewhere quiet and write? It’s comforting to know I’m not the only writing mom out there with these issues.
Thanks for your comment. You ask great questions here–and you’re touching on a larger issue in our society, which is that so little value is placed in this society on art–or on any other activity that doesn’t generate immediate income.
Oh, man, I have been there! I used to hire babysitters to take my kids out to play while I wrote upstairs in my bedroom.
That’s why they say writing is a calling. You find a way.
Thank you. I needed that.
What a great post. I especially relate to the way ideas come on the non daycare days – that’s so true! When I write often, I find I’m writing all the time, as you said.
Thanks for an honest take on writing and parenting.
I’d love to know the name of that male novelist. I have a number of guesses.
Oh, I bet you do…but it wasn’t Robert Parker, if that’s what you’re thinking! He does write Boston-based mysteries, though…won’t say more…:)
I don’t have kids, but I’m in a relationship. What I’ve discovered is that when I was single and lived alone with only the dog, I got a lot more writing done. It was quiet and I didn’t have to hear the blare of the TV or the radio. My household chores were minimal and I didn’t feel compelled to socialize with my partner. Now that I live with someone, it feels like I’m living with an overgrown child with the housework, the cooking, the need for attention.
I guess some people thrive on solitude.
Um, okay, so first piece of advice: maybe get another partner?! But it’s true that even the best partners/husbands take up time and energy. My first husband traveled a lot for work, but not husband #2. It took me a while to get over the idea that he was ACTUALLY GOING TO BE IN THE HOUSE EVERY NIGHT. Thank God he’s so supportive of my writing!
I feel there is a vast difference between “taking” the time and “finding” the time to write; therein rests the guilt. If I take the time I feel as if I’m robbing the seconds from something else. If I find the time, well of course then I feel as if I have loads of it, so why not do some cyber shopping while I’m that close to the Internet?
All in all, I write when the spirit moves me, otherwise it becomes a sloppy effort to barf “x” amount of words onto a page. Oh, spare me. I have shoes to buy. 🙂
As a new mom of a 6-month-old, this really resonated with me.
I have a friend who goes to the YMCA under the pretense of “working out” while she drops her kids in the daycare room for an hour. Really, she’s holed up in a classroom banging on her computer. Shhh, don’t tell.
OMG. How did I not think of that???
Great post! Unfortunately, I am losing my daycare day next month, but I never thought about going away for a night (guess the idea was blocked by the guilt)! Thanks, I will try it.
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Three cheers for running away from home–and, of course, for running back. Thank you for this empowering post.
I don’t have kids, so I have plenty of time for writing. I have also cut out a lot of chore like things I don’t like to do, like cooking and cleaning. I decided I’d rather pay someone to clean my house than spend a Saturday cleaning instead of writing. I remember hearing a similar quote when I was a teenager. I babysat regularly for a family where the wife was an artist and the husband a cook. When the wife was feeling overwhelmed or hadn’t spent much time in her studio she would say that she needed a wife. Now that makes so much sense.
Oh, a kindred spirit! Wonderful insight and practical advice! Thanks for permission, Holly. So many writers need this.
Oh, blessed permission! I have no children, but a relentless day job that sucks away my creativity like a Hoover on low pile setting. After a day of tears, we decided to cut out a day per week of my schedule. The money loss hasn’t been that terrible, and it has paid me back in triplicate by my calmness and increased word count. So wise!
Wow, I never realized it before writing this post and reading all of your comments here, but you are so right: giving ourselves permission to write is one of the hardest things to do, and one of the most important. Good for all of you, for all of us, for finding a way to be creative despite jobs, husbands, dogs, houses, kids and doubtful friends and relatives!
I have four children, the eldest and youngest recently turned 11 and 4 and my personal blog looks at balancing writing and motherhood. When the kids were all tiny there was so much hands on work to do that it was difficult to find time although I used any time provided by relations babysitting to write. For many years I did write at the edges of my role as a mother. In recent years I have really made writing a central concern. I try to get up at 5 most mornings and write until 7.30 when the kids get up. I’ve participated in NaNoWriMo for three years which has allowed me to make a statement about my identity as a writer to my family and they have got behind and supported me. Now the kids are older they understand, even if they don’t always like it when I take time to write (even when their Dad is home). My youngest is in preschool this year and I treat those two hours like a job and always write. It’s paid off in the last couple of years as I’ve had some short story shortlistings and now I’ve had a request for a full manuscript. I’ve been awarded an 8 day writing retreat/residency in the summer which will be the first time I’ve had complete space and peace. It will be a strange and amazing experience. I agree that there is a tendency for mothers to put everything else first before something like writing and sometimes society (and relations) expect that to be the case. My experience that I would like to pass onto others is that if you can carve out, or seize several hours on a regular basis it will add up, you will progress, improve and eventually see rewards. All the best to you all.
Wow. This is so great, Amy! Thanks for having Holly. My kids are starting to get a little older, as in they can tie their own shoes, etc., but in many ways this post still applies. I still deal with guilt in many aspects and it needs to go down the drain!