The HEA Cafe

For the last couple of weeks I’ve been contemplating what I’d blog about today. Since I currently write 1940s ghost stories, I had big plans to discuss all things ghostly. However, after the busy day I had, I couldn’t ignore a topic that is so near and dear to my heart. 

The balancing act of being a working mother and writer. Anyone of these alone could be all-consuming. Honestly, some days I’m not sure how I do it.

Is it insanity? 

I’ve asked myself that question countless times. But in all honesty, it’s not insanity. It’s love. 

Love, you say? Yes, love.

One - I love my children. My number one goal is to bring them up to be successful, happy human beings. Part of doing that means working the day job to aide in their health, well-being and social life. Moreover, when I’m working, I’m fully there doing the best job I can. Two - I love the written word. I love reading it and I love creating visual images and heart-felt emotions with the words I artfully weave together…or at least I hope I artfully weave them together. That’s what I aim for. *g*

Dare I admit that I’ve had those days when finding time to sit down and write feels something akin to running on a treadmill? I look at the clock. It’s 11 p.m. and I’m dead tired. I’ll work on paragraph, I promise myself, and then I can sleep. Come 1 a.m. and that one paragraph has become many more. I realize two hours has passed, and the next thought is, “Oh no. Morning’s going to come just as quickly.” 

But you know what? I couldn’t imagine not writing. When I’m not writing, I feel a little lost. Or writer’s block? In my bio I say writing is as essential to me as oxygen. It’s true. It’s been a part of my life since childhood. Writing centers me. Lightens my spirit and keeps me going. 

I’m still trying to perfect my balancing act. Who knows one day I might find the ideal formula that actually includes sleep. 

As for next month, I plan to talk ghosts. See you then! 

Joie