Writer's Choice

The first thing the majority of people say when they find out I've written a book is "When did you find time to write?". This question always makes me smile; I find it humorous that anyone should be so amazed because, for me, finding time to write isn't any big deal. Yes, it has become a little more difficult since Wesley's arrival, but it's not impossible. I mean, writing is what I do; it's what I've done steadily and consistently since the summer before my eighth grade year. I can't imagine not writing. It would be like asking me to take a deep breath only to never exhale again. If I could have my way, I would write full-time.

I guess people are amazed at this accomplishment because I just had a baby and, let's face it, that in itself is a major feat. And now, of course, I am a full-time mother, regardless of whatever else is going on in my life. However, the writer in me refuses to fade quietly into the background. Perhaps that's why I started blogging; it's the quickest, easiest way to give the writer in me a little exercise while waiting for the baby to fall back asleep. It's necessary, like breathing; it helps me maintain my sanity, and while right now I may not get to story-write every day as I would like to, I still manage to squeeze it in.

What I have figured out is that we find time to do the things we love. We make the time if we have to. It does get complicated with baby, work, family, friends, and all the other obligations in life; however, I have learned that the day is never too short to squeeze in a little writing time. Yes, some other things have to fall by the wayside in order for the writing to get done (the dishes may sit for a couple of days, the laundry may pile up, the bills may get paid at the very last minute), but the writing gets done. It has to, or I wouldn't be true to myself.