This blog post is not a joke. Seriously. I’m going to explain the ways my children actually help me with my writing endeavors. Sure, I could write about all of the ways my children hinder the process – my youngest daughter is literally sitting on my lap as I type – but I don’t really need to tell you that, do I? It’s common knowledge that even one child takes up a lot of time. And I have six. Free time is a thing of my past. My view while typing today. I have a shocking revelation, however, that I wish to share now – my children have actually helped me with my writing. It’s true. Here’s how: They have taught me (and are teaching me daily) about patience. And let me tell you, writing a book takes a lot of patience. My biggest teacher of patience by far has been parenting. I’ve found that the wearisome moments of putting a toddler back to bed after she’s gotten out for the ninth time, or watching my kindergartner spend ten minutes trying to tie one shoe
Perhaps I seek accountability, or an occasional word of encouragement. Or both. I am going to tell others of the process of my books coming to be. I always said as a little girl that one day I would be a writer. My one day is now.