I would like to welcome Krystal Wade to my blog, today she will share how she manages to work, be a mom, a writer and a blogger. She is a member of organized hitchhiking for eleven years, her 50 mile commute gives her plenty of time to zone out and think about characters in full, brilliant details. She lives just outside Washington, D.C with her husband and three children.
I wear many hats. Mother, Wife, Employee, Writer—these are just a few, but they are the most important. There are times when I’m not sure which one to wear, or times I have many on at once.
Writer—the hat which defines me—is often the one that gets pushed to the side. I try to make time for it, but the Mother, Wife and Employee hats get jealous. They scream at me to take the Writer and shove it in the back of a closet to collect dust—not because they don’t care, but because there are so many things to care about.
When I sit down to work on one of my many novels, Mother hat cries to me, “But you haven’t bathed your daughters—and don’t tell me they can wait another day. Have you smelled them?”
Writer cringes and falls off my head, replaced by the aggravated Mother. While the girls soak in the tub and I dream of the next lines I’ll write once finished rinsing the suds, Wife hat yells at me, “Don’t think of those nasty monsters from your book while your husband is down there waiting to spend time with you.”
I sigh and shove Writer in my pocket, dry and dress the girls, then go sit next to my husband on the couch for a few minutes. He’ll glance at me like I’m crazy; he knows how bad I like to put Writer on my head.
After not enough time wearing the Wife hat, I pull Writer back out and get to work—only to be interrupted by the Mother/Wife combo with a harrumph.
“Did you see that ring around the tub while you were bathing the girls? When’s the last time you used Clorox? And the laundry, don’t even get me started. Oh, and don’t forget to clean the stainless steel—warned you that stuff was a pain in the ass!”
I hate the Mother/Wife combo!
Closing my laptop, I rush a load of laundry in, clean the ring around the tub, wipe down that annoying stainless steel and then return to writing.
Sometime I’m amazed I’ve finished a novel. Was that really me? I don’t even know where I find time to come up with the ideas. People always ask where I get my inspiration from, and my response is, “On my fifty mile commute to work.” Yes, the Employee hat gives me the most inspiration. The very thing I’d love to give up so I can spend more time wearing the Mother and Wife hats.
At times I worry if I ever become a famous published author, I’ll have to keep the Employee hat on just so I can come up with new ideas. But then I laugh, I’d have to be published first.