Comments on: Writing Life http://evannelorraine.com/2007/09/writing-life-72/ Dangerously Sexy author blog Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:05:12 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Evanne http://evannelorraine.com/2007/09/writing-life-72/comment-page-1/#comment-374 Evanne Tue, 02 Oct 2007 02:06:00 +0000 http://evannelorraine.com/index.php/2007/09/writing-life-72/#comment-374 Thank you Karen for sharing your optimism. Mine comes and goes these days. I thought I was better prepared. But there are many unexpected challenges. For example--a couple months ago I would've said (if asked) that I love to cook. <br/><br/>Now, I'm not so sure--perhaps cooking was all tied up with wife and mom and nurturing I make an effort to keep healthy easy things on hand, and consciously eat protein, fiber, fresh produce etc.. But have little interest in meal preparation or planning. Good for my shape, because I'm still very round and cuddly, but the lack of interest is very weird! Thank you Karen for sharing your optimism. Mine comes and goes these days. I thought I was better prepared. But there are many unexpected challenges. For example–a couple months ago I would’ve said (if asked) that I love to cook.

Now, I’m not so sure–perhaps cooking was all tied up with wife and mom and nurturing I make an effort to keep healthy easy things on hand, and consciously eat protein, fiber, fresh produce etc.. But have little interest in meal preparation or planning. Good for my shape, because I’m still very round and cuddly, but the lack of interest is very weird!

]]> By: Karen Erickson http://evannelorraine.com/2007/09/writing-life-72/comment-page-1/#comment-373 Karen Erickson Mon, 01 Oct 2007 18:21:00 +0000 http://evannelorraine.com/index.php/2007/09/writing-life-72/#comment-373 I'm so thankful for my writing in helping me create another idenity for myself, much like Lori said. I worked, I got married, had a child, got divorced, got married again, had two more children and then quit my job.<br/><br/>I felt very lost for a while just being a stay at home mom. I wanted more but I also wanted to be there for my children. Thank goodness for writing.<br/><br/>You'll find yourself again, Evanne. Your writing and your writing community will give you strength. You don't need readers to be an author (though they are nice, I'm not gonna lie) - you already ARE an author. Believe in that. I do. :) I’m so thankful for my writing in helping me create another idenity for myself, much like Lori said. I worked, I got married, had a child, got divorced, got married again, had two more children and then quit my job.

I felt very lost for a while just being a stay at home mom. I wanted more but I also wanted to be there for my children. Thank goodness for writing.

You’ll find yourself again, Evanne. Your writing and your writing community will give you strength. You don’t need readers to be an author (though they are nice, I’m not gonna lie) – you already ARE an author. Believe in that. I do. :)

]]> By: Evanne http://evannelorraine.com/2007/09/writing-life-72/comment-page-1/#comment-372 Evanne Mon, 01 Oct 2007 17:57:00 +0000 http://evannelorraine.com/index.php/2007/09/writing-life-72/#comment-372 Wife and mother are time and identity consuming roles. I've always had a professional identity too, but the writer part feels vague. I spend lots of time at it--but it still lacks the paycheck type job identity thing, if that sentence even makes sense. LOL I needs readers to make me a real writer (or so I believe). When David needed more care, I quit the day job and while those people are still part of my life--they are a much smaller and more distant part than when I worked there everyday. <br/><br/>Despite my efforts over the years to maintain some indepence--I find big holes in my own identity. <br/><br/>Perhaps the lost luggage wasn't the right analogy, I may have need to refashion my ideas of self. Wife and mother are time and identity consuming roles. I’ve always had a professional identity too, but the writer part feels vague. I spend lots of time at it–but it still lacks the paycheck type job identity thing, if that sentence even makes sense. LOL I needs readers to make me a real writer (or so I believe). When David needed more care, I quit the day job and while those people are still part of my life–they are a much smaller and more distant part than when I worked there everyday.

Despite my efforts over the years to maintain some indepence–I find big holes in my own identity.

Perhaps the lost luggage wasn’t the right analogy, I may have need to refashion my ideas of self.

]]> By: Lori Borrill http://evannelorraine.com/2007/09/writing-life-72/comment-page-1/#comment-371 Lori Borrill Mon, 01 Oct 2007 13:33:00 +0000 http://evannelorraine.com/index.php/2007/09/writing-life-72/#comment-371 Very true words. I am one of those people who always let my friends go the moment I got a serious boyfriend. For 20 years, my "friends" have been a few co-workers and all the wives of my husband's friends. It wasn't until writing (after 16 years of marriage) that I started making some of my own friends all over again, people I chose on my own, not those who came to me upon circumstance.<br/><br/>I'm thankful for that.<br/><br/>For 10 years I was "Al's wife" until my son was born. Now I'm "Tommy's mom". It's a joke we repeat, but it's more true than funny.<br/><br/>I have no doubt you will find your luggage, and it might even be filled with some very nice surprises. Through all the struggle of dealing with a loss, I have to believe somewhere in all of it, something new and refreshing ultimately surfaces. It just takes a while. Very true words. I am one of those people who always let my friends go the moment I got a serious boyfriend. For 20 years, my “friends” have been a few co-workers and all the wives of my husband’s friends. It wasn’t until writing (after 16 years of marriage) that I started making some of my own friends all over again, people I chose on my own, not those who came to me upon circumstance.

I’m thankful for that.

For 10 years I was “Al’s wife” until my son was born. Now I’m “Tommy’s mom”. It’s a joke we repeat, but it’s more true than funny.

I have no doubt you will find your luggage, and it might even be filled with some very nice surprises. Through all the struggle of dealing with a loss, I have to believe somewhere in all of it, something new and refreshing ultimately surfaces. It just takes a while.

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