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. I think I can only write when I have all day to do it? I think my writing is somehow more precious than teaching a kid how to draw an oozing brain? Shame on me.
