Thursday, October 22, 2009
Confessions of a novel mommy
I remember holding my first baby.
That little baby was perfect in every way. Fingers and toes and "oh's" she made with her rosebud lips. I fell in love. We all do. Don't we? I was a mommy.
Mommies and Daddies are different than "Parents." I learned that when I signed the papers warning me the shots she was going to get could KILL her and I had to give MY permission and promise not to sue. Alrighty then.
And then there are the report cards and the cupcake bake offs and the endless reams of papers to sign on time with checks attached and driving here or there and making sure the teeth are brushed and the hair is combed and the shirts are pressed and the child doesn't SMELL. Because... the parenting part is the part we show the world. The product. The thing with our personal I DID THIS, stamp.
I'll admit it. Sometimes I'm a better mommy than a parent. For example: I don't like birthday parties. Enough said.
When I write my novels I'm a good mommy. I coddle and caress. I coo, nurture and coax. I revise and redo. I address the crying and weeping tantrums of my WIP. I am decisive and deliberate. I am always able to comfort my words. And then.....
I have to be a parent. Show it to the world. Send it out on it's very first day of school and hope to god it doesn't fart in class or say "GET YOUR FREAKING HANDS OFF MY STUFF" when someone wants to play with it. I hold my breath. Oh, and let's not forget signing the papers. Oh the papers we will sign, right? The decisions and then... the discipline. The notes that come home:
I just didn't connect with your child.
I'm sorry, you child isn't right for my class.
Your child talks to much. Shut her UP!
Maybe you should have your child see a social worker?
I really love your quirky child! But, ummmm.... perhaps she shouldn't mingle with the other students?
Yeah yeah. It's hard. But there is proof that if we sit at the dinner table with our real children at least five time a week, it makes the parenting easier.
SO... If my analogy is a good one, then I can sit with my WIP (Or even, god help me, my FINISHED work...finished is relative right?) at least five times a week, then parenting my novel will be easier too.
Right? Write? Right? What do YOU think?