One of those opportunities popped up where I could act like an adult and not a mom among strangers. Hubby and I attended a technology lecture and dinner and ditched the kids into the care of grandparents. In the expected mingling after the lecture, the standard ‘getting to know you’ questions started. Normally when someone asks me what I do, I have to say something clever about being a stay-at-home mom. This time was different, for the first time I could give a two-part answer with confidence, “When I’m not a mom, I’m a writer.”
The standard response when people hear that I’m a mom is disinterest and polite attempts to change the subject. No one except close family and friends want to hear about your kids and what they’ve been up to, especially when they are preschool age. Even then they only pay attention so that when it’s their turn to share stories about their own children they have a captive audience.
When people hear you’re a writer however, there is an immediate spark of interest. The questions start flowing. I’m not used to being the center of a live intelligent conversation with strangers about the art of writing. If it weren’t for this blog to help organize my thoughts, I fear I would have been constantly struggling and fumbling. I’m still shy about talking about my book. I live under the impression that people assume fantasy writers are bizarre, unusual people with unnatural dark habits. Which is true for me, except perhaps for the dark habits part – my only dark habit is waking before the sun to write about things that don’t exist.
The experience was exhilarating. People leaned forward to hear what I had to say and I felt comfortable talking about it. That sounds terribly narcissistic, doesn’t it? Finally after years and years of watching people mentally tune out when I start talking, they were listening!
Yes, I write – and I love it!