Posts Tagged: motherhood
Over at Lit Hub, Katy Simpson Smith discusses finding the time to write as a mother, and the difference between claiming the term “writer,” and claiming it as a job:
Here on this Farm, this midwifery utopia, I am surrounded by practitioners of creation, and though I’m still holding on to some resentment about how my joblessness has landed me here, jerking me from my schedule, I’m also forced to confront my own sorry limitations.
What I should have said to that crowd was that our interrogation of Woolf’s reproductive status was a soporific and pointless detour from the magnificent questions her work poses. (I think at some point I said, “Fuck this shit,” which carried the same general message and moved everyone on from the discussion.) After all, many people have children; only one made To the Lighthouse and The Waves, and we were discussing Woolf because of the books, not the babies.
In a poignant and funny essay, Vela Magazine’s Sarah Menkedick discusses being a writer while being a mother:
The house looks as though someone has flipped it upside down and shaken it, we’re surviving off cans of refried beans, the poor dog is curled beneath the walnut tree in a state of shocked repair, and I am looking up shades of orange (Mahogany!