How I found time to write as a parent…
When my kids were young, I worked in the city, so it was difficult to find time to write. But every now and then I enrolled in a few creative writing night classes at local community colleges. Finding time to complete homework assignments—perhaps three to five pages of a story—was tricky, yet somehow I always managed. For several years I met with a small group of fellow writers I had met in one of the classes. We spent hours practicing our writing together, using each other for sounding boards, and sometimes just visiting each other for fun with no writing going on whatsoever. I remember that time of my life happily.
I always had a spiral notebook in my huge purse, and often worked on a story whenever I was on the bus or train commuting. Other than that, the writing classes and an occasional workshop, there wasn’t much opportunity for writing when my kids were small, but I had faith that eventually my time would come. Nowadays, I choose my own work hours at home. The only living being around me Monday through Friday is our good-natured old dog! While it is satisfying to be able to write whenever I want to, there are many times I would trade my quiet home for the busy, happy noises of family.
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