I finished a story on Friday night. The first story I have started and completed since Natalie arrived – what a relief! I can still do it. And the feedback I got from Merrilee suggests that contrary to personal belief, my writing skills have not been devoured by baby brain.
I was worried for a while there.
Before she arrived I felt like I was getting closer to being the writer I wanted to be – that even the chapters for my novel (I should really give it a title of some kind so I can stop referring to it as the zombie baby novel, seeing as there are no zombie babies in it, technically) were being infused with the lessons that short stories have taught me. Of course, it all still needs work, but the simple truth is that babies change you. With each life added to your family, you become a slightly different version of the person you were before.
I am always a little nervous about how that will impact on my writing, despite loving my beautiful and completely adorable (for the most part) girls. I wouldn’t change being a mother for anything, and while I truly believe that the changes are always good in general, you don’t seem to get to choose how you are affected, you just kind of have to live with it. That no control thing? I admit, sometimes it makes me nervous.
Anyway, the point is – I can still do this. I have lots of stories in me, lots of great ideas. I’m once again at that point where I feel like writing off everything pre-Natalie, but I know there are some gems in there, they just need work, and I just need to knuckle down and get on with that work.
Before that, I’m going to rewrite/revise/polish the current story and get it out into the world. This is the new agenda. Pick a piece, work on it until it’s done, send it out, and repeat.
It’s a great theory (one I’m pinching off Merrilee in fact), hopefully I can put it into practice!