Being a writer is like having homework every night for the rest of your life.
- Lawrence Kasdan
10 Reasons I’m Freaking Out
1. I’m sleepier after a day at work as a paraprofessional than I thought I’d be. Too tired to read or do projects for school. How will I be a graduate student and a Social Studies teacher at some point? Will this get easier?
2. Being a student again after an 11-year break is daunting. When I left, PowerPoint was just becoming something. Now the only “Blackboard” in sight is an on-line service that has all my coursework and messages from the professor.
3. My first day of class, I left my kids at the bakery across the street, where they were to sit for 15 minutes, and then go next door to do homework in the lobby of my daughter’s ballet class. Then my daughter would take ballet while my son would play videogames. 5 minutes into my class, I received a call from an unknown #. It was my son using the bakery phone. Turns out the ballet fall season began the next day. They were stuck in a dim waiting area with locked bathrooms. (My husband took the subway to rescue them.)
4. I have to take 36 credits to receive my M.A. in Special Education. Taking 1 class at a time means I’m going to be a student for a really loooooong time.
5. I have little time to blog or check Facebook.
6. Most of my energy is left for cooking, cleaning, ironing, and taking kids to afterschool activities.
7. I received edit suggestions for my short story in the upcoming Tiny Dancers anthology. I have no time/energy to work on them.
8. I received edit suggestions from my critique partner for my Muriel and the Misfits manuscript, but have no time/energy to incorporate them.
9. I have no time/energy to send out queries for Naked Eye.
10. I have no time/energy to write my new WIP.
I don’t want to give the impression that it’s all gloom and doom. After all, my family is helping. My husband is doing more. And the kids are doing more (though part of it is a behavior experiment from my class they don’t know they’re taking part in).
From kindergarten until age 30, I was a student nearly continuously. But I’m rusty, and my schedule, responsibilities, and interests (WRITING) have changed. Having it all seems harder to attain.
Is there room for writing in my new life?
Those of you working full-time
(especially if you’re a student and/or have kids)
how do you find time to write?
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