Lots of my favorite writers had kids. And many of their kids wrote memoirs detailing what shitty parents they had. How can one simultaneously do two things that require infinite commitment?
It does get easier as kids age. They go to school while you're at work. They suddenly don't need your help with, well, everything. And that's because YOU'VE done your job, which is a very cool feeling. I also hear you on the grad school nightmares. Mine have morphed to include my son as well. Basically "No, I can't do one last semester! I have to pick up my kid!" Haha, brains.
Fu(c)k the guy who gave you that AWFUL advice. I once got sucky advice as well and never followed it. I had kids, I taught, and throughout it all, I made my work. What matters most is that you have something to say, whatever it is. And, it is essential that one be persistent. Fame is elusive...doing what one loves is not. Best to your little lovely pod. XOXO.
Lots of my favorite writers had kids. And many of their kids wrote memoirs detailing what shitty parents they had. How can one simultaneously do two things that require infinite commitment?
It does get easier as kids age. They go to school while you're at work. They suddenly don't need your help with, well, everything. And that's because YOU'VE done your job, which is a very cool feeling. I also hear you on the grad school nightmares. Mine have morphed to include my son as well. Basically "No, I can't do one last semester! I have to pick up my kid!" Haha, brains.
Fu(c)k the guy who gave you that AWFUL advice. I once got sucky advice as well and never followed it. I had kids, I taught, and throughout it all, I made my work. What matters most is that you have something to say, whatever it is. And, it is essential that one be persistent. Fame is elusive...doing what one loves is not. Best to your little lovely pod. XOXO.