The Writing Mama

Guest post by Jessica Williams

How do I find the time to write? Seriously.
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I get up at 6:00am. Dogs are begging to go outside to do their business. Lunchbox packing. Then breakfast has to be made. School homework. Was that done last night? The husband is asking about a favorite pair of socks he can’t find. The mountain of dishes are still there from the night before. And your child is yelling for mommy about where his shoes are!

I have a zoom meeting with the boss at 9:30am. And now it’s 8:00am, and magically I can somehow do all of that, and get a shower and somehow not injure myself while shaving my poor hairy legs! Oh yeah,  and I have to drop the kid off at his first day at school! I almost forgot!

Me? Time to write? You’re funny.

But amazingly, I do find time to write.
It will sound crazy. Maybe even insane.
But I do find time for my most favorite hobby in the whole world....writing!

It’s my favorite type of therapy. And heaven knows, I desperately need my therapy!

And if the day is full of chaos and people not leaving me alone! Well. There is one place, that I can guarantee 5-8 minutes of solid writing time. It may not be much! But it’s better than nothing on those days.

That’s right, you guessed it.

The bathroom! There’s even a seat in there for Mama to sit down and chill for a moment!

Don’t have a notepad? No pencil? No pen? No problem! Me neither.

Tug that little piece of handy dandy technology right out of that pocket or bra and open a draft email and start typing whatever comes to mind, sista’.

There’s no rules. No games. No chaos.

Just you, being you. Writing from what is coming from your soul, your heart, and your mind. All those raw, real feelings and thoughts that are not being judged or interrupted.

It’s amazing how fast I learned to type on my iPhone.

While sitting on a toilet.

I know. It’s not the most beautiful image in your mind. Neither is childbirth. But you know what?! Mama has to do what she has to do!

And if sitting on the toilet for an extra five minutes to obtain sanity or peace (or both), then have at it, love.

You deserve it!

As a matter of fact, you’re quite possibly sitting on your toilet right now reading this. Oh I get it. I understand. I really do. I’m right there with you, girl. Now if you could just figure how to play 20 minutes of relaxing music while enjoying that warm shower without a pair of fingers knocking on the door asking, “Mom!!! Where’s my Pokémon cards?”, you would probably win the lottery.

I. Totally. Get. It.

I truly do.

It’s why I’m sitting on my own toilet right now writing this to you. There’s my secret. For the whole world to know and hear. My secret writing place is not a tiny laundry room, like it was for Stephen King when he was a struggling writer.

Nope.
It’s a toilet.

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Jessica Williams is a Freelance Writer at Citrus County Life Magazine, Prevention Coordinator at Anti-Drug Coalition of Citrus County and Contributor / Writer at Celebrations Magazine.

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