I love to write.
I have always loved writing and even when I was working in other careers, it was an important facet of my responsibilities. I have always been a prolific correspondent, one of the few I know who really sends letters to people or long, newsy emails.
Motherhood gave me a chance to spend more time on my writing. Inspired to find ways to earn money while remaining a stay-at-home-mom, I used my writing to look for ways to supplement our income. First, I put the word out with people with whom I'd previously worked and landed some technical writing. Regular searches of craigslist, as well as some other contacts provided some web content writing opportunities. The more I wrote, I became more confident and wrote more. I submitted magazine queries and replied to calls for submissions.
Today, I am reasonably well-published and have about as much work as my schedule can handle, albeit work that doesn't pay quite as much as I'd like. Regardless, I enjoy writing and love the flexibility of schedule and context it offers. I like being home and working in a comfortable environment. I like the ability to earn some money, in a customized way.
I also love being a mother. I enjoy being with my daughter and spending time with her. However, sometimes the unrelenting nature of motherhood overwhelms me. On the occasions when I try to write when my daughter is awake... whether she is playing or planted in front of a princess movie, often I feel guilty I am not focused on her. When I am with her, sometimes my mind wanders to my writing. I always seem to be elsewhere, no matter where I am.
Most of the writing I actually do is non-fiction. I write articles and content for websites, articles for magazines... But, when I write in my head, it is always fiction. I have stories to tell. Unfortunately, the immediate returns of writing articles, or the reasonably quick returns of posting content to my own site and placing ads usually trumps my ability to sit and write fiction that I may eventually sell. Or not. That or not scares me. I hate queries even more than I hate rejection. I don't enjoy that feeling of putting myself out there, naked and splayed, pleading with a publisher to pay me for my soul.
I don't mind article queries. They are business propositions, simple correspondence to see if they want to buy what I have to offer. A rejection simply means my key didn't fit. But fiction is so much more personal.
So, I keep using my "free" time, cranking out the things that pay, the things that coincidentally don't scare me to submit. But, in my fantasy life I think about the things I want to write. I imagine myself with hours or days of uninterrupted writing time, with no concern for finance, or feeding a toddler, or grocery shopping or laundry, or articles due or the so many other parts of my life that fill my days.
Someday, I will find the freedom - hopefully, I will have the courage to do something with it.