Some days, I just want to sit down and write. My muse pays me a visit, and my mind runs rampant with ideas, running every which way, so at the computer I sit, poised, ready to write. And so I begin.
“Briiiiinnnnggggg….Briiiiinnnnggggg!!!” The phone rings. Do I answer, or ignore it?
The phone continues to ring. I answer it. It’s my husband, or one of my children. Will I [......] fill in the blank. It could be anything from taking a tub of petrol to an empty tanked car or an update on the latest major life’s event.
Whatever the reason for their call, in my families eyes, it’s more important than what I’m doing at the time.
After all, Mum can write at any time, can’t she?
WRONG!!!
Not when she’s running after every whim her family dictates to her!
For a person who has never found the urge to write, has no interest in writing and is hard pushed to even pick up a book to read, the act of writing is a non-event to them. A waste of time. Well, if you really must write, do it when I don’t need you!
Unfortunately, my family doesn’t have any interest in writing.
I wonder how other wives and mum’s cope with their desire to write. When their muse pays them a visit, what do they say when the family is demanding attention? “Sorry muse, you’ll have to come back another day”?
Is this how an actor feels, if they live within a non-acting family?
Or an artist living with people who aren’t the least bit interested in art?
Am I the only blogger/writer in the entire world who has this problem?
Please, if you read this and have lived through what I am going through, suggestions on how to re-train my demanding family OR (preferably) how to escape to a deserted island, unnoticed, would be greatly appreciated.
