Today is my son’s 2nd birthday. Even though I’ve written this in advance, trust me when I say, I cannot believe that two years has passed. Time has always seemed to fly by, but its at moments like this that I really get shocked at just how much has slipped through my fingers without me being mindful. I look at him with his curls bouncing under 3 feet of body, yeah – he’s already over half my height! I still wonder where on earth he came from, and how he can have been inside my tummy and yet, in two short years, talks and giggles and poops like a machine!
It got me thinking about just how similar being a parent is to being a writer. Here’s why:
I love my son unconditionally – even when he’s been naughty.
I love my WIP unconditionally – even when it’s been naughty and won’t finish a scene or keeps changing things
My son is extremely unpredictable – apparently he already has a mind of his own
My WIP is extremely unpredictable – it is prone to change its mind suddenly, adding an unexpected twist or killing off an entire character mid scene
My son drives me to insanity – when he doesn’t know the right words to tell me whats wrong
My WIP drives me to insanity – constantly when it halts suddenly in the middle of a scene and refuses to tell me how it ends and all I can do is sit and wait patiently until it decides to play ball
My son exhausts me – keeping me up in the middle of the night
My WIP exhausts me – keeping me up in the middle of the night either writing it, or waking me up having thought of ideas
I am extremely proud of my son – every time he does something new or smiles, or breathes for that matter!
I am extremely proud of my WIP – writing novels is hard work, and I am really proud to say that I amongst my crazy life I still find time to write actual novels
My son costs a shit load of money!
My WIP costs a shit load of money – I buy software and dozens of ‘how to write books’ thinking it will help me write better, not to mention the obsessive notebook collection I have going or the expensive research field trips!
My son makes me repeat myself constantly – ‘eat with your mouth closed, it’s YES not yeah, don’t pull the cats ear…’
My WIP makes me repeat myself constantly – remember those pesky crutch words I spoke about? in the secret to the quickest edit you can do? There are just some words that I can’t help but repeat!
My son makes me shout at him – when he’s been very very naughty like when I picked him up from the childminder the other day and he bonked another kid on the head and then tried to bite his leg!
My WIP makes me shout at it – in frustration when it won’t play ball or it made me write something silly AGAIN, or tricked me and made me rewrite a chapter for the 5th time.
My son needs a lot of attention – he needs love, and kindness and story time.
My WIP needs a lot of attention – spent tapping away mindlessly at the keyboard, or hours researching or editing.
My son is a cause for celebration – the first time he walked, his first word… hopefully his first poo on a potty!
My WIP is a cause for celebration – and toasting the end of the first draft – the end of the first edit… hopefully one day…publication?!
If you’re a parent – how does your WIP compare to parenthood? Or if you’re not a parent – what does your WIP do to you?
This marks the last day of NaNo – if you participated – did you win? Was your target 50K?
Next week, because NaNo is over I’m back to normal posts deconstructing the writing process see you then 🙂