Last week, I spoke with my husband about my writing. He was complaining that I wasn’t paying enough attention to our kids. I explained that I took my writing seriously, and needed kid-free time to work. It was too difficult for me to write in-between poopy diapers, making snacks, etc.
So, we decided that I could set aside one day each week where I could just go to the library after I got off work and dedicate time to my writing. Today is the first day I get to actually experience my writing time. Let’s hope it’s productive.
I feel a bit guilty taking this time. I know this decision was difficult for my husband. Right now, he’s a stay-at-home parent, and he looks forward to when I get home. Generally, he uses the time to work on his home improvement projects, as well as take a much-needed break from the 24/7 job of being a dad.
I’m not going to pretend that I’ll ever make a career out of writing. But it’s more than a hobby. It’s like a second job. At least, I hope it will become my second job. Cross your fingers for me.