Reading this post I couldn’t help but remember my own reasons for writing. It’s all because I love it. On those days when I’m frustrated, I need to remember this. Enjoy!
by Lisa Sledge
I have a four year-old son. He is sincere and sweet and innocent. And he’s a mama’s boy, which feeds my ego and gives me bragging rights over my husband.
More often than not, I find myself writing at night, but mornings are my most creative and best hours for working. On a good day, if the children didn’t get me up six times during the night, I’m up by 4:30am. I never know when the kids will wake. It could be 6am or they might get up at 8am. More often than not, it’s somewhere in between.
The first thing my Emmett does in the morning is come find me. When he sees me with my laptop, he says, “Mom, it’s time for me to write my story too.” We go downstairs, sit on the love seat that belonged to my grandmother, and I type as…
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